Wen Rensheng walked around, and finally came to a bar unknowingly.
"Let's have a big drink. Damn it, my spores are parasitic. It's too embarrassing. Every day, it is a balanced mix of vegetables and meat, no drinks, no spirits, and regular sleep. Finally, you can control your time at will!" One Obviously a muscular man who had lost weight through fitness, he laughed there.
First fat and then thin, leaving obvious marks on the skin.
"Yeah, this parasitic spore of mine is also a jerk. Even a woman who doesn't touch me and practice marksmanship every day hates me to death."
"I am even more pitiful. I read all kinds of math books every day. It still hurts when I think about it now."
A group of people shouted triumphantly, wantonly venting the pain of not being able to control their bodies.
But according to Wen Rensheng, isn't that good for them?
By the way, no, that's for the spores' own good.
In this way, it is actually not a good thing to let the spores disappear. There are too many fallen ones.
They only drink every day, only numb themselves, and do nothing.
But this is their own choice.
Just thinking of this, Wen Rensheng suddenly changed his mind.
Because he heard several men with guns, drinking in the corner of the bar, saying, "Go to town tomorrow, announce our return, and let them make up the money for this time."
"By the way, let them hand over a few women, the most beautiful ones."
"Hahaha!"
Seeing this, Wen Rensheng was still a little angry.
Usually he rarely gets angry.
Some people are hopeless, and should let spores take over their blessed bodies.
Thinking of this, he muttered a few more words.
Soon, an inexplicable thought wave unfolded.
There were bursts of exclamations from the bar.
"What's the matter? My hands are out of control!" a man with a gun exclaimed.
"The devil is back!"
"I knew there was no such good thing, **** it! Damn God, why did you let the devil come back?"
Soon the bar was quiet.
"I seem to be fine?" said a waiter who was obviously a working student.
"You're lucky, brother." The man with the gun just now put away the revolver, put down the alcoholic drink, and smiled at the waiter.
The waiter was taken aback. He knew that the enemy was very powerful, and the human race was in despair. Only when the Lord appeared, could they be saved.
However, the demons came back again, does it mean that they defeated the Lord?
"You, you, you are the devil?"
"No, compared to us, those people just now are demons. Maybe this is the Lord in your mouth. Let us come back. Don't worry, this time we understand and will get along well with you. In order to survive, we can bend and stretch. ." The man with the gun laughed.
The waiter was relieved.
Yes, they still have the Lord.
The Lord will save them.
In front of the variable of the Lord, those demons will no longer do as much as before.
"Hopefully." The waiter flinched a little.
He knows how hard these demons are to guard against, and before you know it, you will become one of them.
Even the best defenses will be invaded by them.
Fortunately, they still have the Lord.
The Lord does exist.
In the past, those people always tried to verify that it does not exist. In the future, they will consider the variable of the Lord in everything they do.
The Lord will appear only when mankind has reached a desperate state; if it does not appear, it means that it has not yet reached a desperate state.
He thought so, with a smile on his face.
After Wen Rensheng did this, he walked out of the back door of the bar.
Walking out of this bar, Wen Rensheng's painting style suddenly changed.
The situation of nuclear explosion wasteland appeared.
Scattered buildings, potholed roads, crooked and collapsed houses, and haphazardly growing trees.
This is completely different from the spore world.
Although the spore world has been fighting for years, the spores are very measured, and they have not bombed indiscriminately, nor have they used mushrooms.
After all, that thing can easily kill both commanders, and in the end, no one can benefit.
"It seems to have returned to the original world."
Wen Rensheng sighed.
This means that his exploration of chaos and omniscience has fallen into a mystery.
The core of the essence of the other party is really not that easy to enter.
Now how to do?
Find someone to ask.
With a thought, he came to the Desert Academy.
Then he saw another red panda greet him, that was Wang Yanhu, the younger brother of Emperor Li Yuanfeng.
"You old man, why are you still wearing this dress?" Wen Rensheng asked curiously.
"It's well dressed, safe and low-key." Wang Yanhu said as he welcomed him in, "The principal knows all the problems you've encountered, and he'll be waiting for you there."
Wen Rensheng followed Wang Yanhu to the bottom of a dune, where a low tower was only three stories high.
"Weren't you a tower before?"
"Low-key."
Well, they are all keeping a low profile, for fear of being targeted by Chaos Omniscient.
Let yourself take the lead.
"By the way, how do I solve that problem?"
"You have to learn to overcome those obstacles," said the Headmaster of the Tower.
"How to cross?"
"With laughter."
"Laughter?" Wen Rensheng was silent.
"Yes~www.mtlnovel.com~ Laughter can overcome all obstacles, hatred can create countless obstacles. It is so with people, and so is the world with the world."
Are you laughing?
indeed.
People live not for pain, but for short-lived laughter.
Laughter is the meaning of life.
If a person does not feel any joy in life, he will soon die.
So if you have a hobby, even if this hobby doesn't look very professional, at least it can support you to live.
"Then how to create laughter?" Wen Rensheng asked sincerely.
"The answer is on your side."
"Directly."
"The guy who eats my waist." The principal of the tower gritted his teeth.
"Understood."
Wen Rensheng turned around and left.
Isn't Xiaohuan called "Huanhuan" by everyone?
She doesn't laugh all the time, but she never really cried anyway.
There were times when I pretended to be pitiful.
Well, I still have to find her.
back home.
To say yes is actually just a thought back.
Wen Rensheng went to look at the bedroom where Xiao Huan was. The other party was sleeping soundly, and his sleeping position was domineering. After a while, he changed seven or eight kinds.
Sleeping sideways, standing upright, sleeping on your stomach, who is on your back, rolling back and forth...
Dream talk is also a pile.
"Hey, when I learn it, I will be the Great Demon King."
"I'm the oldest in the family, so I have to listen to me, let Lao Wen cook, Lao Zhao to sweep the floor, Lao Wang to plant flowers... There are a few more, which can't be arranged."
"There hasn't been a big move recently. We have to do something big, otherwise it will be too boring."
"Who is more challenging to fight? Well, in the world of the evil gods, I am Lord Kelulu, the supreme one among the evil gods."
"Cthulhu is very powerful, I am more powerful than them, I want to eat them all."
Chapter end
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