TNT: Peach Pseudo-A Civilization / Peach 163. (End countdown)
TNT: Peach Pseudo-A Civilization
  • There was no smile on Zhang Ji's face, he just stood there quietly looking at the robot in front of him who not only looked exactly like him, but also moved very naturally.
  • After a while, he came back to his senses, as if in a lifetime.
  • zhangji
    zhangji
    If there is a chance, the city re-established here is called Apollo City.
  • He looked at Song Yaxuan as if he wanted to see something in his eyes, but he didn't. Song Yaxuan frowned, and then he turned to look out the window, the light of the sun had become extremely weak.
  • He suddenly understood, clenching his hands involuntarily - the father of Song porridge could save the mutated creature, but he could not prevent nature from punishing human beings.
  • zhangji
    zhangji
    The overexploitation of nature by human beings and the excessive discharge of waste gas and wastewater are making the entire earth move towards a future that will never return.
  • zhangji
    zhangji
    The sun cannot rise again. If there is a way to save it, the belief and hope in people's hearts is the last sun.
  • Apollo City is the sun. When the real sun sets, for all mankind, this is the sun created by Zhang Ji.
  • Song Yaxuan is also the only person who can think of the idea of "wind power generation" that can be in line with him, which is why Zhang Ji is willing to leave his results to Song Yaxuan for safekeeping.
  • As a clone, he may not even be able to see the final implementation of the power project. He used his last energy to transform Apo into his own appearance, hoping that Apo could replace him and see the scenery that fate deprived him from before his eyes..
  • Zhang Ji turned off Apo's switch and came to the window. There was no way to see the cemetery from this position. He just quietly looked at the twilight scene in front of him.
  • zhangji
    zhangji
    My heart will go with my lover, and my sun will stay with my will for the benefit of mankind.
  • Both Song Yaxuan and Liu Yaowen were deeply moved by these words, and they were speechless for a long time.
  • At the same time, Su Xinhao's body had been buried in the wet soil, and Su Nian was still kneeling beside him crying. Zuo Hang turned his head and didn't want to look anymore, but saw that Jackson Yee and others were all looking down.
  • "Xiao Hang, come with me."
  • Dr. Song, who had been standing in the outermost circle, suddenly spoke. Everyone's eyes turned to him, but this time no one stopped him. Zhu Zhixin's eyes, which had just calmed down, suddenly turned red again.
  • Everyone knew the reason why Dr. Song suddenly called back the wandering Zuo Hang before. Apart from the experimental vaccine, they couldn't think of any other reason. Zuo Hang was also the clone who was the most similar to a normal person except Song porridge and could most intuitively reflect the effect of the vaccine.
  • songzhouzhou
    songzhouzhou
    Don't go! Xiaohang!
  • It was Song porridge. She ran out of the gate, followed by a group of men, and she stood between her father and Zuo Hang.
  • She was still sobbing, covered her mouth with her hands, and glared at her father in front of her. At that moment, she only felt that she was facing a stranger.
  • "What are you doing, porridge!"
  • songzhouzhou
    songzhouzhou
    You should call me 0523.
  • songzhouzhou
    songzhouzhou
    Don't you want to experiment with vaccines? Take me to experiment, and let Xiao Hang go.
  • She still remembered the first time he met Zuo Hang, Zuo Hang saved her... He carried a small blanket with him, and the temporary shelter was set up in a pile of cardboard boxes.
  • According to his age, he should have been in high school, but now because of her existence, he was out of the safety circle, and he even had to be injected with an unknown level of vaccine like a guinea pig.
  • She disagreed... If this matter started with her, let her bear the final result.
  • This time, it was her turn to protect him.
  • Change her to protect them.
  • yanhaoxiang
    yanhaoxiang
    Add me one.
  • Yan Haoxiang's voice rang out coldly, he raised his hand, and then, one hand after another, Jackson Yee... Ma Jiaqi... Zhang Zhenyuan... Ding Chengxin... He Junlin...
  • The six hands were held upright there, like pine unmoved by a hurricane.
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