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Enhanced rocket engine增强火箭引擎

七个火箭引擎的建造高度为35格；引擎功率可配置；引擎默认功率为初始功率，如果有需要提高引擎功率，请自行更改。
The construction height of the seven rocket engines is 35 grids; Engine power configurable; The default engine power is the initial power. If you need to increase the engine power, please change it yourself.

“卡卡西，你的梦想还在吗？”
站在村门口的卡卡西十分苦恼，他似乎忘记了他童年时的梦想，他似乎不再坚持的梦想，他似乎堕落了。
为了金钱、为了荣誉、为了权利。
他的身体被昂贵的酒水掏空，他的思想被甜言污染。他，不再是他。
“我的梦想是什么？”
忘记了，是真的忘记了。
卡卡西记不得了，他的记忆总是模模糊糊的。对于童年的记忆是苍白的，他不记得了。
明明在进入这颗星球的时候，他是那么的意气风发，他是那么的强壮和有力。
捏了捏肚子上的一块腹肌，随便蹦蹦，都能荡起一圈波浪。
卡卡西明白，这才是现在他真正的模样。除了钱，现在的他什么都没有了。
“星辰大海！”
不用记起来，不用去回忆，不用去思考。
卡卡西知道他的梦想是什么，他一直都知道。
只是，只是，只是，他不再愿意为了那个虚无缥梦的梦想去努力。太艰难，太困苦，他会死在追梦的道路上的。
面对曾经的伙伴，他只是一笑而过。他不想去谈论这个话题，他喜欢现在的生活。
端着香醇的酒水，卡卡西想着，他果然，还是一个普通人。
“嗯，留在火箭发射中心的技术资料应该已经被发现了吧。”
终究，他还是向往着星辰大海。
残破的身躯不再有力，但他还有一颗精明的头脑。
来自遥远国度的顶尖科技，一定能够让那些人踏上星空之路。带着他的心，一起。
“该走了！”
卡卡西招呼自己的司机，他们该走了。
卡卡西不属于这个地方，黄金再耀眼，酒水再甘醇，权利再迷醉。他依然想着自己的家乡，那个生他养他的家乡。
人老了，就会想家的吗。
不知道，卡卡西现在只想回到他的那栋小房子里，睡觉。
今后的日子里，或许，他会打开电视机，看着追梦人的新闻，看着火箭的发射，看着太空出行，看着。。。
“星辰大海，对不起，我只是一个俗人。”
卡卡西总是这么对人说道。
“卡卡西，你的梦想还在吗？”
站在村门口的卡卡西十分苦恼，他似乎忘记了他童年时的梦想，他似乎不再坚持的梦想，他似乎堕落了。
为了金钱、为了荣誉、为了权利。
他的身体被昂贵的酒水掏空，他的思想被甜言污染。他，不再是他。
“我的梦想是什么？”
忘记了，是真的忘记了。
卡卡西记不得了，他的记忆总是模模糊糊的。对于童年的记忆是苍白的，他不记得了。
明明在进入这颗星球的时候，他是那么的意气风发，他是那么的强壮和有力。
捏了捏肚子上的一块腹肌，随便蹦蹦，都能荡起一圈波浪。
卡卡西明白，这才是现在他真正的模样。除了钱，现在的他什么都没有了。
“星辰大海！”
不用记起来，不用去回忆，不用去思考。
卡卡西知道他的梦想是什么，他一直都知道。
只是，只是，只是，他不再愿意为了那个虚无缥梦的梦想去努力。太艰难，太困苦，他会死在追梦的道路上的。
面对曾经的伙伴，他只是一笑而过。他不想去谈论这个话题，他喜欢现在的生活。
端着香醇的酒水，卡卡西想着，他果然，还是一个普通人。
“嗯，留在火箭发射中心的技术资料应该已经被发现了吧。”
终究，他还是向往着星辰大海。
残破的身躯不再有力，但他还有一颗精明的头脑。
来自遥远国度的顶尖科技，一定能够让那些人踏上星空之路。带着他的心，一起。
“该走了！”
卡卡西招呼自己的司机，他们该走了。
卡卡西不属于这个地方，黄金再耀眼，酒水再甘醇，权利再迷醉。他依然想着自己的家乡，那个生他养他的家乡。
人老了，就会想家的吗。
不知道，卡卡西现在只想回到他的那栋小房子里，睡觉。
今后的日子里，或许，他会打开电视机，看着追梦人的新闻，看着火箭的发射，看着太空出行，看着。。。
“星辰大海，对不起，我只是一个俗人。”
卡卡西总是这么对人说道。
"Kakashi, is your dream still alive?"
Kakashi, who was standing at the gate of the village, was very distressed. He seemed to have forgotten his childhood dream, he seemed not to adhere to his dream anymore, and he seemed to have fallen.
For money, honor and power.
His body was hollowed out by expensive drinks, and his mind was polluted by sweet words. He, not him anymore.
"What is my dream?"
Forget, really forget.
Kakashi can't remember. His memory is always vague. His memory of childhood is pale, and he doesn't remember it.
When Mingming entered this planet, he was so energetic, he was so strong and powerful.
Pinch a piece of abdominal muscle on your stomach, and you can swing a circle of waves if you jump casually.
Kakashi understands that this is what he really looks like now. He has nothing but money.
"The sea of stars!"
Don't remember, don't remember, don't think.
Kakashi knows what his dream is, and he always knows it.
Just, just, just, he is no longer willing to work hard for the dream of that illusory dream. It's too hard, too hard, and he will die on the way to pursue his dream.
In the face of his former partner, he just laughed it off. He doesn't want to talk about this topic. He likes his life now.
With the mellow wine, Kakashi thought that he was still an ordinary man.
"Well, the technical data left at the rocket launch center should have been found."
After all, he still yearns for the sea of stars.
His broken body was no longer strong, but he still had a shrewd mind.
The top technology from faraway countries will surely enable those people to set foot on the road to the stars. With his heart, together.
"It's time to go!"
Kakashi beckoned his driver that they should go.
Kakasi does not belong to this place. No matter how dazzling the gold is, no matter how mellow the wine is, no matter how intoxicated the right is. He still thinks of his hometown, the hometown where he was born and raised.
Do people miss home when they get old.
I don't know. Kakashi just wants to go back to his little house and sleep.
In the days to come, maybe he will turn on the TV, watch the news of dream chasers, watch the launch of rockets, watch space travel, watch...
"Stars and seas, sorry, I'm just a layman."
Kakashi always says that to people.