Logging 10,000 Years into the Future Novel

It was an extremely simple small room, and patches of reddish-brown rust like moss could be seen on the walls.

At first, Lu Sheng thought it was the unique aesthetics of the previous owner, and deliberately simulated the room environment like this.

After staying for a while, I realized that this is the original appearance of the room.

"How did it break like this..."

Even the air conditioner in this fucking room is not working, the water from the sink smells like rust, obviously the water purification system is also broken.

Lu Sheng touched the old and worn edge of the bed, combined with the outer shell of the spaceship he saw before he entered, he couldn't help but wonder if it was a scrapped spaceship picked up from some garbage dump.

I wonder if I got on the wrong boat.

Those who are confident, or qualified to go to the different space battlefield, no matter how weak they are, they are level 11 fighters like Lu Sheng.

An eleventh-level martial artist can be regarded as a strong one no matter which star area they are placed in.

Basically, they are nobles in the starry sky, with prominent status.

Not to mention that everyone who comes in and out is hugged, at least it will definitely not be so shabby.

Now it's like letting a group of well-clothed and well-fed bigwigs live in shacks.

However, Lu Sheng has never had any requirements for material enjoyment, and the desire for tongue is far less intense than the pleasure brought by the improvement of strength for him.

He just needs to make sure that he is not on the wrong ship, and then the spaceship can take off smoothly.

others.

never mind.

Lu Sheng casually sat cross-legged on the bed in the small room, took out some energy crystals from the storage bracelet, and began to practice 027 silently.

In fact, he is now more efficient in practicing simply relying on "Xuan Ling Bao Lu".

But as soon as "Xuan Ling Bao Lu" was running, there was too much movement.

So far, he still doesn't know the attitude of the powerhouses in this universe towards the civilization of Immortal Dao, so he doesn't plan to reveal the secret of his dual cultivation of Immortal and Martial Arts for the time being.

Maintain the basic practice externally, and allocate most of the spiritual power into the dream space.

In the dream space, Lu Sheng had already tried to challenge the thirteenth-level zombie powerhouse.

He hasn't chewed it yet, he has just mastered the ability of the four-color crystal to control emotions, and he can't wait to try it now.

Inside the dilapidated spacecraft, the same dilapidated cab.

But compared with most of the places on this spaceship, this cockpit can already be regarded as "the best"

A well-proportioned man with a round face sat on a chair in the cab.

In front of him, there are at least thousands of plates, large and small, each plate is filled with different flavors of delicacies.

There is also a variety of drinks, fine wines.

The round-faced man just sat on the chair and gorged himself on the delicious food in front of him.

"click"

The old cockpit door made the sound of the engine running, and a middle-aged man with a stern temperament walked in from the outside.

"The last one is also on board, everyone is here, and we can take off."

The cold middle-aged man sat down in front of the round-faced man, picked up an unknown bottle of wine in front of him, and poured it into his mouth.

"good!"

The round-faced man's mouth was full of things, he answered vaguely, and then took out a virtual light board from nowhere and pressed it a few times with his oily fingers indifferently.

Soon, the sound of the instrument starting up came from under the two people's feet and around them.

It was like an overwhelmed old beast, struggling to get up from the ground.

"call"

After the spaceship lifted off and gradually began to accelerate, the cold middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief, and muttered, "I almost thought it wouldn't be able to fly."

"How can it be?"

The round-faced man replied without raising his head: "Although it is the oldest spaceship that has been eliminated, except for the old parts and backward style, it is completely fine to continue flying for thousands of years.

"By the way, even if it is a one-time vehicle, can't we purchase a slightly better spaceship?"

The cold and severe middle-aged man glanced at the faded and peeling armrest of the chair under him, and couldn't help frowning.

"You said it's disposable. Since it's something you can throw away once you use it, why should it be so good? As long as you can use it, it's just right..."

The round-faced man raised his head and grinned, "Let this group of recruits experience ten times in advance what is the wasteland atmosphere of the different space battlefield..."

As he said that, the round-faced man seemed to have thought of something, and continued: "By the way, are there any more outstanding newcomers this time?"

The cold middle-aged man said lightly: "You don't have all the information.

One named Thrall, less than a thousand years old (acdh), already at the twelfth level, and also has a sun-level extraordinary life physique.

This guy is an out-and-out genius..."

"Well. Even in the different space battlefield [such qualifications can be regarded as outstanding.

The round-faced man nodded.

"There is still one..."

The middle-aged man paused coldly, and his tone was a little more serious, "He is a veteran, and it is the third time he has entered the space battlefield. I think his strength may not be inferior to ours."

"Huang Ji, I know him."

The round-faced man stopped eating, and said seriously: "I once fought side by side with him, and his strength is indeed very strong.

But he..."

The round-faced man didn't seem to know how to describe it, and in the end he just said vaguely: "It's more utilitarian, every time I enter the battlefield, I have a purpose.

"What's the meaning?"

The cold middle-aged man frowned slightly, "Do you want to stare at him?"

"That's not necessary."

The round-faced man shook his head, "Given him a hundred guts, he wouldn't dare to make trouble on the road, once he enters the battlefield, it's none of our business.

It's good to have him here this time, at least there will be fewer meaningless losses on the way back. "

Seeing that the round-faced man said so, the cold and severe middle-aged man didn't ask any more questions, but he secretly remembered the name Huang Ji in his heart.

"Oh, by the way, who is the one stepping on the boat?"

The round-faced man suddenly asked curiously.

The middle-aged man said coldly: "It's nothing, just an ordinary little guy who missed the spaceship.

Qualification is a good exaggeration.

Less than a hundred years old, already level eleven..."

"Tsk tsk, what a tender seedling. Why don't you wait and let it go?"

The round-faced man casually stuffed a piece of meatloaf into his mouth, and said with some emotion: "I don't know if I can survive.

"As long as we don't let him die on the way, when we get inside...it depends on his own luck.

Young people who don't know the heights of the sky and the earth should always bear some blows. "

The round-faced man nodded and said nothing.

The two were chatting without saying a word.

Suddenly, a screen in the cab lit up, revealing a helpless face.

"My lord, Sal in room 485 has requested to change rooms.

He thinks the current condition of the room is too bad, and wants to live in a better place.

The cold middle-aged man snorted, and said coldly: "Tell him, the best condition on this spaceship is my room.

He wanted to change, so he came to me directly. "

"yes!"

The screen went off, and the round-faced man said with a smile: "What you said, be careful that people really come to you.

They are all at the twelfth level, so people may not be afraid of us..."

"That's just right..."

The cold middle-aged man said expressionlessly: "I haven't been on the battlefield for more than half a month, and my hands are a little itchy. Just take him to relax...".