The girl leaned back in the chair with her eyes closed. She wore a black lingerie, a loose white coat, black half-fingerless gloves, and black straight pants that went straight into leather boots of the same color. She was sitting in a wheelchair equipped with a high-precision command system. Her eyes were gray and her face was pale, as if she was resting.
...You don't have to imitate it so closely! Su Mingan almost spit out tears when he saw this scene.
The “Ming’an System” is fine, the “City Lord” is fine, but why does the wheelchair have to be restored?
After a moment, Union City Lord Su Mianbao opened his eyes and uttered an even more unbearable sentence:
"Ming'an system, report."
"Yes." A cold electronic voice came, and the light ball named "Ming'an System" presented a large amount of data: "As of Genesis 726, this civilization has developed into a medium-tech world, with carbon-based life forms, bionic bodies, electronic life forms and mechanical bodies. Although it is still a long way from the 7 billion capacity required by the Creator, with the acceleration of time flow and the implementation of the 'Electronic Life and Dimension Reduction Plan', this will not be a problem in the future. Please rest assured, mother."
"Yeah." Su Mianbao responded, her dark eyes shining brightly, and she suddenly looked in one direction - and this direction happened to be the direction in which Su Mingan was spying on her from a distance.
For a moment, their eyes seemed to meet.
“…Father God.”
With a smile on his lips, the Lord of Lian City, who had experienced eight hundred years and had a dark edge, slowly put his right hand, which was wearing a black half-fingerless glove, to his chest, and bent down slightly, his eyes still fixed on him:
"Your faithful lamb has given you all this...Are you satisfied?"
...She had already noticed that I was here?
Su Ming'an sensed that the bridge tunnel where he was located was a province away from the core area of the Central City State where the Liancheng Lord was located. It seemed that the monitoring of the "Ming'an System" was pervasive. I'm afraid she had discovered him just as he fell asleep on the park bench.
An intelligent and sharp person who was personally infused with his spirituality, after more than 800 years of sedimentation and experience... It's really terrifying when you think about it.
Su Mingan looked around and found that within 50 meters, there were thousands of small mechanical soldiers ambushing in the corners. The guns and cannons were all the most advanced configurations, equipped with lethal ammunition, tranquilizer bullets, and even special magic bullets for magicians and priests. Within a hundred meters, there were hundreds of remote mechanical eyes, drones, and mimic mechanical birds. Within a thousand meters, dozens of teams of fully armed police officers patrolled back and forth, equipped with a series of equipment such as trigger-type mechas, small space buttons, joint power grids, and mechanical dogs.
Su Mingan: “…”
It seemed that Su Mianbao was extremely enthusiastic about his arrival.
If Su Mingan was not the creator, he would probably not be able to control her after accumulating energy for eight hundred years in this world.
"Very satisfied." Su Ming'an responded to the screen from a distance: "You work very hard, I recognize it."
The city lord in the wheelchair showed a rosy smile, his eyes flashing with joy and intoxication, as if all the hard work was finally rewarded.
"In just eight hundred years, we have entered the ultra-modern era from the primitive era. Of course, this is due to the advanced technology I brought, but it is also inseparable from the efforts of you and the locals." Su Mingan smiled and said, "In the silent dark forest, you ignited the fire of civilization and enlightenment, and led people out of the barren and savage caves - Su Mianbao, I recognize that you are the 'beacon' of this civilization."
Su Mianbao suddenly lowered his head.
Su Mingan didn't see her expression at that moment, but when she raised her head, her smile was extremely satisfied, and her eyes were as happy as fireworks exploding.
Su Bread touched his heart, his black hair falling down: "I will always be loyal to you...Father God."
Su Mingan explained: "Next, you need to make this world habitable, while restoring the appearance of Zhai Xing and maximizing the quality of life for everyone. I am too busy to do this, and you know this world better than I do, so I'll leave this to you."
He felt a little guilty. Although he was the creator, he basically did nothing except occasionally spying and investing technology.
"I will obey your will." Su Mianbao said devoutly.
"These players around me, especially Ms. Luna, will guide you on how to make this world livable. You must treat these players well and not neglect them." Su Mingan said.
Su Mianbao's expression cracked a little, but she quickly concealed it. She looked at the lady with white hair gently and smiled, "Hello, Ms. Luna. I am the ruler of the twelve city-states, the Lord of the United City, Su Mianbao, the most outstanding lamb under the command of the Father God."
"Ah... hello. I'm Luna." Luna was a little reserved and a little timid. After all, she was just the president of a medium-sized guild, not as good as the world master Su Mianbao.
She felt her palm being pulled over. Su Mingan put on a glove as a courtesy, put his fingers together, and silently wrote in English on her palm:
…
'Supervision' surpasses'guidance'
…
Luna's expression froze and she nodded silently.
After settling the players, Su Mingan paced alone in the night.
He was not in a hurry to leave the small world. The time in the small world flowed very slowly. He had been exhausted for too long and needed to conserve his energy to better face the final battle. He could also take this opportunity to personally inspect the small world for a while.
The sparkling moonlight covered the streets, and the moon disk hung quietly high in the sky.
The young man's black coat fluttered in the wind, mixed with the fragrance of magnolia flowers.
Unconsciously, he walked to the commercial street, where there were colorful neon lights, large screens playing advertisements in a loop, street trees with seven-color Christmas lights hanging on them, and small night market stalls that looked like pavilions.
Crayfish, fried skewers, knife-cut noodles, charcoal grilled jellyfish skin... the iron pot is burning hot, and the aroma of oil is mixed with the aroma of onions. There are also a series of small stalls selling hairpins, hand-woven dolls, name bracelets, sugar man paintings, etc., and the sound of "ding ding dong dong" of collecting money is everywhere.
For a moment, Su Mingan thought he had returned to Zhai Xing.
Some are eating noodles, some are taking photos, some are grabbing dolls, some are watching short videos... People have completely lost the appearance of the primitive times and no trace of the original times can be seen.
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