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Chapter 142: Prison Goose, you are courting death! [Subscribe]

“Clock Boy and His Friends”

This is a long-running animated series with a series of 10,000 episodes.

Directed and drawn by Mikhail himself.

The purpose of his creation of this animation is to popularize the history of Pinocchio to the public and lead them to not forget the free soul.

However, after Mikhail’s death, he gradually became a prop for the family to make money and promote, and some sensitive animation clips were directly banned by the family.

The animated film that Qin Chuan and Huang Quan are watching now is one of them.

Qin Chuan, who understands the metaphor, sees the past history of Pinocchio.

The Compass is the Starry Sky Train, the Clock Boy is Mikhail himself, and the Hat Master is the navigator [Qiming] Falken Amundsen.

The Stone Boss refers to the Interstellar Peace Company.

“Is this movie interesting?” Huang Quan stuffed popcorn into Qin Chuan’s mouth, looking very natural.

In fact, I got the taste and flavor of popcorn from him.

“It’s okay. It’s just telling the history of Pinocchio.” Qin Chuan stared at the movie and was gradually attracted by the content.

Belatedly, he bit Huang Quan’s finger.

“Ah, sorry.”

“It’s okay.” Huang Quan didn’t say anything, but just wiped his hand on his body.

She looked at the corner and saw a man and a woman entangled together. Was the girl an intelligent machine?

She poked Qin Chuan and asked him to look over.

? ? ?

Σ(▽“a

He didn’t understand, but was shocked.

Does the intelligent machine have that function?

He didn’t understand.

Respect, blessing.

After all, people’s XP is free, and some people even control the big mushroom. What’s this?

Is this at most a mecha-sexuality?

“Respect, blessing.” Qin09chuan patted Huangquan’s hand, “After all, people are free, but I still suggest that he see a doctor.”

The universe is so big, there will always be some shocking things happening.

Just like this kind of thing.

But Qin Chuan couldn’t understand it.

He likes mechas, they are cool, and they are a childhood dream.

But I definitely don’t like robots. People can’t understand each other, let alone people and machines.

Screw Gumu is so human, but it’s still hard for him to understand humans.

So just watch this kind of thing, no need to say more.

“Look over there.” Huang Quan pointed to the other side again.

This time it’s two… children?

“Is Pinocchio’s premature love so serious? It’s not even as high as my knee.”

Looking closely, they have pompom-like organs on their heads.

Oh, it’s the Pipixi people, that’s fine.

They should be adults, right?

Qin Chuan didn’t know much about the Pipixi people.

He only knew that they were an intelligent ethnic group, enthusiastic and enthusiastic.Love knowledge and wealth.

Immersed in all future-oriented careers, their petite bodies contain infinite diligence, guiding them to explore wealth and knowledge in the galaxy.

In any world with unknown opportunities, people can see these little guys trying to explore.

The small ball on the head of the Pipixi people can be touched by others, but for people with good relationships, it is a more private way to express intimacy.

Strangers touching the ball casually will be regarded as an offensive behavior by the Pipixi people.

I want to rua a little, what should I do?

“Respect, blessing, these people are quite brave, I wonder if the camera can see it?”

Glancing at the camera in the screening room, he smiled.

The images taken by these cameras are of high quality.

It is best not to do some weird things in the cinema, for some people it is live broadcast.

After watching the movie, Qin Chuan and Huang Quan walked out of the cinema. Huang Quan asked, “What should we do next?”

“What should we do?” He thought for a while, “I don’t know, go shopping, I’ll see if there are any Star Destroyers for sale nearby.”

There are definitely no Star Destroyers, but there are luxury cars.

Qin Chuan drove his newly bought car on the road at lightning speed, and Huang Quan sat in the passenger seat without changing his expression.

“Fuck! How come there are always people rushing out on this road?”

Although you won’t die if you hit them, it will hurt.

The driving experience is very bad.

Seeing a person, he hit him directly.

Huang Quan was puzzled. Qin Chuan got off the broken car and looked at the disappeared person and said, “Does this old guy Gofemu have voyeurism? He will peep when he finds an opportunity?”

“Huh? There are also masters?”

He has a bone pen in his hand, which he picked up in the treasure house when he was in Terra before.

The banshee’s curse was released, and the fortune teller hidden in the dark appeared.

“Hello, I have heard of you for a long time, Mr. Qin Chuan. I am the rememberer from Liuguang Yiting. You can call me Black Swan. Hmm, it is really an elusive fate.”

The visitor is mysterious and elegant, mature and gorgeous. Her voice, with that velvety texture, sounds very light, and like the drizzle of spring, quietly moisturizing the soul.

Under the purple veil is lavender long hair, the face is gentle and amiable, and a pair of wise eyes are as deep as the sea of ​​stars, as if with a mysterious magic, making people can’t help but look.

The purple top wraps the broad chest, the pantyhose and high-heeled over-the-knee leather boots on the lower body wrap the particularly plump thighs, floating in the air, mature and sexy.

“It’s not a good thing to peek in the dark, especially for a rememberer like you.”

“It seems that you, Mr. Qin Chuan, have a big prejudice against rememberers. Did my colleague give you a bad experience?”

“Some rememberers like to sneak into other people’s minds and tamper with their memories at will…but I don’t like to do that at all.”

“Only if it is not modified by others,Only the memories you have are real and precious enough, otherwise, they are just thoughts inserted into your head by others. ”

Black Swan said gently.

“You are the first rememberer I have ever seen.”

Qin Chuan’s eyes were fixed on Black Swan.

Is this a meme?

Are all the rememberers in Liuguang Yiting like this?

The rememberers were enlightened by the [Memory] Star God Fu Li, lost their bodies, and existed in the form of memes. (To read the violent novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

They think that cognition is the world, and memory is the proof of the existence of the world.

The rememberers are committed to the preservation and sharing of memories. This group of people are willing to give up their bodies as [Memory] Star God Fu Li. The messenger travels through the universe in the form of a meme, searching for the most precious memories in the starry sea for Fu Li.

Since the memoirist is a meme, will it be more easily contaminated if I use the collapse technique on them?

He couldn’t help but let his thoughts diverge.

Black Swan was also staring at Qin Chuan and Huang Quan behind him.

Her target was originally Huang Quan, but now there is another one.

Black Swan had an extra card in his hand and smiled very gently, “Do you want to make a deal? A deal about memory?”

“Yes, provided that you can afford the chips.”

“How about I use your memory to make a light cone? “Black Swan said with a smile.

The light cone is a special technology of Liuguang Yiting. It is made by refining memory fragments to keep the memory.

Because it can carry the memory with you, it is a very powerful strengthening item. It is a second-level controlled circulation commodity in the Interstellar Peace Company.

Generally speaking, only the rememberers can make it.

The price is very precious.

“That kind of thing is of no use to me.” Qin Chuan said with a smile: “How many items can strengthen me now?”

“You are talking about, how about I do a divination for you?”[]

“Okay, this is not the place.”

He said, and drew a spell in the air with a bone pen, and flew in a certain direction.

A scream came, and he put away the bone pen with satisfaction.

Black Swan smiled, “You are very favored by the family.”

“Favored? I think it should be surveillance, right? After all, it is not difficult for Ling Shi to destroy this place. ”

They came to a tavern.

Black Swan took out the glittering cards.

“Please draw one.”

Following Black Swan’s instructions, Qin Chuan drew a card.

Handed it to her.

Looking at the information on the card, Black Swan’s originally smiling expression gradually solidified.

His eyebrows were knitted together, and he sighed: “Your fate is unpredictable, even I can’t see your fate clearly, but I still want your memory.”

“Come and get it if you want it, but I don’t know what you will encounter. I have a race in my hand, with a memory of ten thousand years. Whether you can get it depends on you.’s ability.”

Ten thousand years of memory…

How ancient.

693 has a fatal attraction to the black swan.

“If I can take it away, are you willing to give it to me?”

“Of course, the premise is that you will not be burned to ashes by anger.”

The black crown appeared above his head, and Qin Chuan stretched out his hand, “Please.”

“Then I will obey your order respectfully. ”

The elegant fortune teller turned into a ray of light and entered the black crown.

She saw a river.

A river made of memories.

At the bottom, there was a woman named Theresa.

Gentle and compassionate.

Behind her, a puppet named Elesh was being manipulated.

Upstream, hatred was spreading and anger was roaring.

The anger of a race for ten thousand years swallowed up the black swan at this moment.

She fled, with nowhere to escape.

“We just want to survive!”

“Kill those damn beasts! This land belongs to us!”

“Kill them! Kill them! Kill them!”

“We must rest, we are almost unable to survive!”

“Our enemies are living on the land we once lived on! They killed our compatriots, our ancestors! We must take revenge!”

“Kill, kill, kill!”

Anger, hatred, hesitation, sorrow, confusion…

All kinds of emotions dragged the Black Swan, as if she fell into a quagmire, or fell into the deep sea.

Killed by disasters, burned to ashes by flames, pierced by swords, drained of blood, sucked of marrow…

Try your best to escape from the deep sea called memory, which is actually hatred.

She sat down opposite Qin Chuan again and gasped for breath.

“I failed.”

“It doesn’t matter. Not everyone can bear the ravings of those crazy people.”

The Black Swan smiled bitterly, “This memory is really hot.”

Not only hot, she died several times in the memory, but fortunately she escaped in time.

“So, Miss Huang Quan, are you willing to dance with me? ”

Hmm?

You still don’t give up?

Lao Goose, you are courting death!.