Great Creator

Mo lowered the brush, stood up, came to the door, and lifted the vegetable basket.

He wouldn't talk to Guan Meng, let alone keep her.

Guan Meng walked to the gate.

She hesitated for a moment.

Then, turning his head back, he said to Huang Si:

"Master Huang, sorry. I am not a maid, but a saint of the Demon Sect. My life will only be dedicated to the faith in the Demon God, and not wasted on these trivial matters."

She lifted the corner of her skirt, bowed to the far side, and looked sad.

"Therefore, please forgive my goodbye."

Huang Si opened his eyes, stood up, and looked at Guan Meng.

"Moxia, it's not good, the saint has rebelled."

Mo Xia was about to go to the kitchen to cook with the basket in his hands.

Huang Si said, "I wonder because you always ignore her."

Mo Xia shook his head, "Isn't it because my father instructs her to do a lot of work every day?"

In fact, Huang Si didn't deliberately ignore the dreams. He was absent-minded before, all because he commanded the family members on the northwest border from a long distance to fight. Because he can control the one-way flow of information from the family members to his side, he is completely able to unfold the vision of several family members in consciousness like video surveillance, watch them at the same time, and coordinate and direct them.

Because he was busy looking at other people's perspectives, he seemed to be closing his eyes and resting, doing nothing.

He sighed and said to Guan Meng:

"Guan Meng, come back, you have bought some food, but you haven't eaten it yet."

Huang Si completely forgot the fact that when the two of them ate together last time, he clipped all the delicious things by himself.

Being retained by Huang Si's words, Guan Meng is at war with heaven and man in his heart. In the end, she was persuaded by this reason, or else, she should eat the meal first? She bought the dishes anyway.

After that, it was Chef Mo Xia who cooked.

After persuading Guan Meng, Huang Si continued to switch to the on-hook state. The northwest side was really at stake.

At twelve o'clock at noon, the two had a delicious meal.

Even though Meng Meng gobbled it up and almost bit off his tongue, why are these meals so delicious? Is it because the ingredients that Huang Si asked her to buy are really high-quality, or is it because of the high level of cooking?

Huang Si did not ate slowly, still absent-minded.

This difference in speed was also caused, after a while.

"Where is my silvertail belly?"

Huang Si tapped the plate with his chopsticks.

However, the belly of this silvertail had already entered Guan Meng's belly. Guan Meng was already full, and she felt a little embarrassed when she touched her slightly bulged belly, and her face was flushed.

Huang Si glanced at Guan Meng and understood.

"Guanmeng, you will either buy two silvertail fish in the future, or it is forbidden to eat fish belly."

If the average person tells her like this, Guan Meng can turn his face and pick up the "why?" But now, she dare not.

"I see." Guan Meng lowered his head, put down his chopsticks, stood up, and left.

Looking at her figure, Huang Si couldn't help but feel the urge to cut her mind open to see what she was thinking.

He used to stay with his children or with his family members. The ideas of artificial intelligence are very easy to understand, and besides, they are all designed by him. It is very convenient to know what the family members have thoughts.

It's an ordinary human race, just like the ancient fossil trilobites, so hard to understand.

After eating, Guan Meng sat down on the recliner in the house.

There are a lot of empty houses in this yard, and the furniture is also complete, which has added a lot of trouble to her cleaning work before.

Now, it gave the lonely Guan Meng a place to live.

There is no such annoying Huang Si here, and there is no ignorant Mo, Guan Meng sits in the empty room, feeling the ease that has not been for a long time.

Moxia's cooking is quite delicious, so she has finished shopping anyway, why can't she enjoy the delicious dishes?

For a while, it seems that I can’t go back to the old life, but the days are still going to be passed. Guan Meng leaned on the couch, looked at the beams of the house, and thought arrogantly, working, shopping for vegetables, eating delicious food, and then going back to sleep. This kind of life doesn't seem to be bad either.

Guan Meng reluctantly found a reason for himself to live, and then, with the sleepiness after lunch, he slumped on the recliner and fell asleep.

At 2:50 in the afternoon, Huang Si was finally done. On the northwest border, although several family members failed to prevent the killing, they managed to save the reincarnations of Lin Zhuo and Sang Xiu.

The problem is, these two are now only 8 years old and the other 7 and a half years old.

What about such a small child?

Huang Si considered it.

Forget it, let someone bring him here first, and he will look at the situation before dealing with it. Anyway, he has to stay here for 70 days, or he can raise it for a while. Anyway, people are also his dependents, so you always have to bear some responsibility, isn't it?

So, under his instruction, the two of them carried the child in their arms, rode horses, and hurried towards Lihe City.

After the matter was settled, he was idle.

Since there is nothing wrong, then solve the unresolved things together.

Huang Si first told Mo Xia that he was going out to do errands, and then he saw that Guan Meng was sleeping, so he didn't bother her and went out.

He plans to go to the Wang's bookseller to see what the papermaking is like, and whether there is any other technology that has been spread.

Because the mental force field could not be expanded and the whole city could not be scanned with his consciousness, Huang Si had some trouble finding his way.

Then ask for directions.

Huang Si asked many passers-by and learned that there were several bookstores in Wang's family, but he didn't know where the paper mill was, so he could only go to the largest bookstore in the west of the city.

Then, he was lost for an hour.

Huang Si is speechless. This is definitely not because he is crazy about www.wuxiamtl.com, but because the ancient people are really bad at giving directions, so he can't find a place.

At this time, Huang Si deeply missed the days when his soul was not injured.

It is really inconvenient to have no mental force field. Although I can still use the power of creativity, I feel that life is going to be overwhelming.

You know, Xiaoke's global network is a wired network, and wireless transmitters are generally not installed. This is because Huang Si could extend his soul to the network at any time, but now it doesn't work, and even wifi is useless.

After a lot of effort, Huang Sicai finally found that bookstore.

I saw a large shop on the edge of Chengxi Street, with a plaque on it that read "Wang's Bookstore", and below, many people came and went, it was really lively.

Some people who enter and leave this shop look like scholars, but there are also people who look like wealthy households and vendors, even slaves.

Wonderful book house

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