Five days later.

Zhang Feng, the leader of the elite team who stayed in the garbage star mining, brought back all the small tents and wood carvings he found.

Staying in the high-radiation junk star for so long, even if they are in protective clothing and mecha every day, because the junk star has no food, they eat nutrient solution. Once back to the capital star, Zhang Feng himself has a feeling. If the feeling of a world away.

But this time, if it weren't for the woodcarver to **** the little lady of his general, Zhang Feng would have to stay on the trash star for a while.

Therefore, when he saw Zhouzhou, Zhang Feng was even closer than when he saw Wen Xiaoyun, but tears did not fill his eyes.

"Madam!" Zhang Feng exclaimed excitedly: "I haven't seen you for a long time, you are more handsome!"

Zhuang Zhou blinked: "You are even darker."

Not only was it darker, but Zhuang Zhou almost didn't recognize this person as Zhang Feng.

Zhang Feng wiped his face and looked sad: "Don't tell me, when I first came to the boss, I met my mother, and my mother asked me who I am."

Zhuang Zhou: "..."

Zhuang Zhou looked sympathetic.

Even his mother couldn't recognize it, and it was obvious that he was really darker.

Zhang Feng: "It's okay for the subordinates to black spots, madam, your business is more important!"

Zhuang Zhou was moved, and he was blocked by Wen Xiaoyun just as he wanted to step up and personally help his followers up.

Wen Xiaoyun looked at Zhang Feng blankly: "Don't talk nonsense."

His voice was calm, his eyes were cold from an angle that Zhuang Zhou couldn't see, and he would dare to try Zhuang Zhou's flattery.

Zhang Feng recovered his seriousness in one second, stood up straight, took out a space twist, and said in a deep voice, "Boss, Mr. Zhuang, all the wood carvings are inside the space twist, including the tent, all have been put away to prevent damage. Before putting it away, we also did data testing and it was kept in good condition."

He turned the space in.

Wen Xiaoyun did not answer, but first looked back at Zhuang Zhou.

Zhuang Zhou had forgotten about this last time. As soon as Zhang Feng said, he immediately remembered: "Are you talking about the small wooden sculptures I carved?"

He didn't know how he had forgotten, but when he said it now, he immediately remembered that this happened.

"Yes." Zhang Feng replied.

Zhuang Zhou took the initiative to take the space twist, planning to take out the wood carving to have a look.

Wen Xiaoyun reminded: "Zhouzhou, will my head hurt?"

Zhuang Zhou shook his head: "Now? No."

Wen Xiaoyun didn't stop him any more, but he was still worried. He stood next to Zhuang Zhou, and his mind was placed on Zhuang Zhou. As long as Zhuang Zhou had a slightly uncomfortable expression, he would prevent him from continuing to watch.

To Wen Xiaoyun's surprise, until Zhuang Zhou took out all the small wooden sculptures, he did not respond.

Zhuang Zhou laid out all the small wooden sculptures and filled a small table with more than sixty.

"I carved them all." Zhuang Zhou said with certainty, looking at the wood carving.

The small wooden sculptures have not been cleaned, and some seem to have been buried by the wind and sand.

Zhuang Zhou suddenly picked up a small female wooden sculpture and introduced to Wen Xiaoyun with bright eyes: "Look, Wen Xiaoyun, this is long."

Wen Xiaoyun moved in his heart, thinking of Shi Man, a **** of wealth that Zhouzhou had said that day.

Wen Xiaoyun wanted to say something, but suddenly thunder came from outside. He looked out the window. The weather was pretty good all morning, but now it's dark for some reason.

Zhuang Zhou seemed to be unable to hear the thunder, and he continued to pick up a wooden sculpture: "This is the one who wants to learn to sing and dance. His name is Shun Shun. It's a pity that he hasn't learned how to sing and dance with the Great God, so he left."

The thunder became louder and louder, and the indoor environment was darkened.

Wen Xiaoyun's heart also sank a little bit.

These wood carvings... are they all gods that have been lost?

Zhuang Zhou introduced the past one by one, and when he introduced a **** he didn't know, he would pause for a moment, and said in confusion, "Who is this? Why don't I know him."

Wen Xiaoyun lowered his voice: "Zhou Zhou."

He became more worried.

Zhuang Zhou didn't seem to hear, but was still thinking.

Wen Xiaoyun increased his voice: "Zhouzhou!"

Only then did Zhuang Zhou come back to his senses: "Ah? What's the matter?"

When Wen Xiaoyun wanted to say something, Zhouzhou's personal terminal communication rang.

Zhuang Zhou picked it up, and Cheng Jinxue eagerly shouted from the terminal: "Zhouzhou! Zhouzhou, come and take a look! What, what's going on! Why is the lightning chasing the little tatters! Come on! Come on! Here! Here again, it's hacked away my house!"

Zhuang Zhou was startled suddenly: "Chasing the little tatters?!"

He thought of something, and quickly said: "Hurry up and bring the little tatters to a place where no one is! If it doesn't work, let everyone leave!"

He flicked all the wood carvings into the Universe Sleeve, and ran out without even Wen Xiaoyun's attention.

Cheng Jinxue is rich and his parents live in the prosperous capital city, but Cheng Jinxue does not like to live with his parents. They basically live in the Third Army.

And during this period of time, he just wanted to serve Xiaoluan. Xiaoluan liked to watch cartoons, but he didn't like crowds, so he took Xiaoluan to his small apartment.

Xiao Chuan usually followed Zhuang Zhou, because Wen Xiaoyun told him these days that Zhou Zhou often had headaches and discomfort, so he took Xiao Chuan back to his home.

The capital star houses are expensive. Cheng Jinxue likes mechas. The money I made before is spent on upgrading mechas. I can’t afford to buy too expensive houses. Therefore, small apartments are bought in a place far from the city center and closer to the army base. .

It is also because it is far away from the city center, there are no people around at the moment, most people go to work, so when the lightning strikes, few people are injured.

Although no one was injured, this building was destroyed!

Not only that, Cheng Jinxue also saw a scene that severely affected his three views.

Those lightnings are chasing the little tattered chop!

"Fuck, fuck! What on earth did you do, and why did you get struck by lightning!"

Little Broken didn't care about him at all.

The flash of lightning that had just struck down quickly split its entire mechanical body into pieces.

Its body is a mechanical body, fucking, conductive!

It used all its strength to run wildly, but the lightning in the sky seemed to lock it, and it couldn't shake it no matter what.

What exactly is going on!

Because it can't stay by Zhouzhou's side, it has stayed at the Caishen Temple in the past few days, guarding the statue of its master.

It is also good to guard the idol. I think it was consecrated by the owner himself. The idol is full of divine power. It is fine to guard the idol every day, so it can absorb the divine power left by the master while watching cartoons.

Today, after taking a while, he felt his whole body swelled up. It felt strange, like being filled with oil.

It felt uncomfortable, so it went back to Jinshou first, and as soon as it went home, these thunders were smashed down!

"Brother Tattered!" Cheng Jinxue could also see that Little Tattered could hardly run, and he was too worried: "Brother Tattered, hold on! I called Zhouzhou, and he will be able to rescue you right away!"

Seeing that Cheng Jinxue was about to run in, Xiaochao raised his arm and fired a shot at his feet: "Don't come over!"

Cheng Jinxue had to stop, anxious.

The sky was crushing, and dense lightning flashed in the air, as if the sky was about to collapse.

Seeing that the turbulent lightning was about to fall, Cheng Jinxue wanted to rush over. At this moment, a figure suddenly flashed and hugged the little tattered one.

Cheng Jinxue took a fixed look: "Zhou Zhou!"

Zhouzhou came so fast, Cheng Jinxue was a little bit disbelieved, as if he had only hung up the phone for less than a minute, why so fast? !

The author has something to say: PS——

It's a bit short, it must be thick and long tomorrow! It’s almost over, I’m slow to write, and I don’t dare to say my update time.