Chapter 65 [Nano] and [Pixel]
"What are you waiting for? Let's go!"
Ji Nian shouted loudly, her voice echoing in the air. Then, she quickly put away the gun in her hand, her movements were smooth and handsome.
"Ah, hey, wait for me, Your Excellency the Commemorate!"
Lin En? (? )? He followed over so happily. Of course he wanted to hug someone so powerful. There was nothing he could do. After all, it was forbidden to use it in the human circle. But strictly speaking, the ability of commemoration was not forbidden.
This is totally a bug!
The pure black pyramid was only about 20 meters high. Several people carefully walked along the narrow corridor that was blown open by pixel bullets. After only a few minutes, they found some burial objects not far ahead.
The dazzling array of jewels sparkles brightly!
Some of these jewels are inlaid on exquisite gold objects, while others are scattered on the ground, as if telling people about their past glory.
"Lin Sijiu, did you take the wrong medicine today?"
Jin Ji looked at Lin En who was still standing there in a daze and reminded him that he should go and "clean up".
"In memory of His Excellency, if you can speak, please speak more."
"Then why don't you go and move out these burial objects? Aren't you greedy and mean?"
"........."
"Although, I may be a little greedy, but I'm not stupid. How can I just throw the burial objects on the ground like this..."
"This is obviously a trap! But...an adventurer should have the courage of an adventurer."
[Nano] was completely activated at this moment! Countless nanoparticles were seen surging out from under Lin En's red robe like a surging tide.
Ji Nian moved a little closer. After all, she knew several years ago that Lin En also had the ability to manipulate particles. Since they were both particle manipulations, she didn’t think that [Pixel] would be any worse, but…
“It is a virtue to know yourself and your enemy,” Ji Nian tried to convince himself.
In her eyes, the nanoparticles intertwined and entangled with each other, forming a colorful and dazzling scene. Each nanoparticle flashed a weak but dazzling light, like the dazzling stars in the night sky, which made people fall in love with it.
"Sure enough, Lin Sijiu's nanoparticles are also particles that can freely control the size and microscopic physical laws. In this case..."
Jinyi’s mouth couldn’t help but rise.
Her leaf pattern ability [Pixel] is also able to freely control the size and microscopic physical laws of particles. They can create anything perfectly without regard to the laws of macroscopic physics.
Is there a possibility...
Under the red robe, the leaf pattern on the back of the memorial hand is glowing quietly.
"What's going on? Wasn't I supposed to build a circuit board? How did it become a photocathode?"
Lynn stared at the nanoparticles in his hand and fell into deep self-doubt for a moment.
"Did I remember it wrongly?"
“No…” Lin En suddenly looked up and met Ji Nian’s eyes.
"Mr. Jijian, why are your hands in your pockets?"
“Shhhhhh—”
Jinian whistled, indicating that he understood nothing.
Lin En was helpless, so he simply put away [Nano], and then...
"Come out, Pika...little yellow hair!"
A red and white Poké Ball appeared out of thin air in his hand and he threw it towards the pile of burial objects.
There was a flash of light, and a yellow-haired marten emerged from it.
"Pickup pickup?"
(What's up?)
"Pika pika!"
((●???) It’s shiny, I like it!)
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After helping Tutankhamun clean up, several people continued to move forward. However, the interior of the pyramid seemed to be very small. There was nothing inside except the funerary objects. Everyone walked around it and found nothing but black stone and black stone. They found that there was no other way out.
No road?
When more people walk on it, it naturally becomes a road.
"Thank you for your hard work again, Chairman of the Memorial Association."
“Of course.” Ji Nian raised her chin, and it was obvious that she enjoyed Lin En’s pursuit.
Raise the pixel pistol.
"biubiu!!!"
A ball of dazzling pixel fire suddenly bloomed, like a gorgeous flower in full bloom. The fire spread rapidly, engulfing everything around it. Then, the place that was hit began to tremble, and the originally extremely solid structure gradually fell apart, turning into countless tiny pixel particles, which scattered like raindrops.
In an instant, the pixel bullet opened another hole in the pyramid.
Everyone continued to explore, and the danger they had imagined did not appear. They successfully passed through the gap and came to the other side of the black stone. The moment they stepped in, the eerie cold air penetrated their skin, and everyone shivered at the same time.
"Why is it so cold?" Altoli frowned and asked.
"It's death energy," Lin En said calmly, "The space behind is filled with death energy, which has a great suppressive effect on the yang energy of the living."
"Hey, Lin Sijiu, you know a lot," said Jin Ji.
"I heard about it from Boss Cao's master."
"Boss Cao!?"
Ji Nian was stunned for a moment, as if he remembered something, "That Wang Zherong...?"
There is also this game in Lin Sijiu's world! ?
Lynn: ………
When in Daxia, Ye Fan would go to Jiuhua Mountain every year, and Lin En would take this opportunity to exchange their respective "insights" with Cao Yuan. Naturally, he would sometimes meet his master, Master Jinchan, and learn some strange stories.
at the same time.
Daxia, Jiuhua Mountain.
A melodious bell sounded suddenly, as if it came from time and space. Along with the sound of the bell, a ray of warm sunlight shone through the clouds and fell into the temple's meditation room.
In the Zen room.
There is only one bed, one desk and one futon.
On the largest wall, the word "meditation" seems to be given life, vivid and lifelike.
These two words were written with a black brush, and each stroke was like a dancing dragon, revealing an indescribable agility and charm. The brush strokes were elegant, as natural and smooth as flowing clouds, seemingly gentle, but inadvertently, it seemed to hide a terrifying murderous intent.
This murderous intent is not an open threat, but a restrained and deep power that makes people feel awe unconsciously when they see these two words.
On the futon, there was a black-haired boy, about seventeen or eighteen years old, who was reading a book with great interest.
"Aqiu!"
"What's going on?" The boy touched his nose. "Based on my physical condition, it doesn't seem like I have a cold!"
"Forget it, forget it, calm down!" The young man continued to sit upright and read the Buddhist scriptures, as if only in this way could he feel that the sins he had committed were not so serious.
"Could it be Brother Sijiu who is talking about me?"
The boy uttered something inexplicably.
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