Sheep whip...
Sheep waist...
Chives...
Ling Ping'an looked at the things in front of him and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up.
"My aunt... thinks that the matter isn't big enough!" He sighed and stuffed all the things into the bottom of the refrigerator.
A small thing the size of a pigeon perched on his shoulder.
The tentacles on the little guy's body drooped down one by one.
The compound eyes that covered the surface of its body flickered with an inexplicable color.
Ling Ping'an nodded as if he could understand, "That's it..."
After saying that, he closed the refrigerator door and walked down the stairs with his pet.
The bookstore was still very quiet.
The pedestrians coming and going at the entrance were in a hurry.
Ling Ping'an sat at the counter, leaned against the chair, and slowly fell asleep.
Like a silkworm spinning silk.
There was a faint invisible fog that lingered around him.
It also lingered around this bookstore.
Phew...
Phew...
There seemed to be a voice lingering in the bookstore.
Like a lullaby, it echoed in Ling Ping'an's ears.
He didn't know how long had passed. It could have been an hour, or it could have been two hours.
Or it could have been just a few minutes.
In short, at a certain moment, Ling Ping'an opened his eyes.
"I understand!" He raised his head and said seriously.
"So that's how it is..." He finally knew these voices.
What were those voices that he often heard in his dreams?
Those were the Outer Gods and the old days of the Infinite World, the Infinite Lord of the Universe, trying to send him a message to chat.
Most of the content was very simple.
"Hello..."
"How are you?"
Basically, it was the same as the dating jokes on the Internet.
Have you... eaten? What are you doing?
Of course, there were also some contents. Perhaps there were some things.
But these things were basically drowned in a huge amount of redundant information.
And the interesting thing was...
Ling Ping'an realized that he seemed to have set up some program and had been replying to these chats.
It was a complicated reply.
It was like the sound of a star rotating.
Basically, the meaning was: I'm fine!
This was something that he could understand and know now.
If he wanted to continue to investigate, he had to be smarter.
But he couldn't be smart.
He tried to listen to a message.
Crack crack crack crack...
It seemed to be a sound like a radiation signal of a certain frequency.
In his ears, it was automatically translated into a meaning that he could understand.
"Hello..."
It's just a simple greeting. Should I try another one?
It was also "Hello …" — the general meaning.
Another one?
Drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip …
Ling Ping'an frowned slightly.
This voice … is interesting!
"Mountain Sea Realm fragment being transported …"
Ling Ping'an blinked his eyes and understood.
It was a guy on a transport/escort mission giving him a progress report.
That was someone who served him directly.
The purpose of the transport was …
Let the world adapt to his existence.
Simply put, it was to lay the foundation.
Make the house sturdy!
After understanding this, Ling Ping'an closed his eyes.
"So … as I 'grow', this world is finding it hard to bear?"
It made sense.
He hadn't even been born yet.
This world had almost been turned into a world full of holes by him.
As he 'grew up', such a world would obviously not be able to bear the burden.
Therefore, he had to find something to expand the foundation of the world.
The Mountain Sea Realm was one of the materials that had been chosen.
Then he understood.
He also understood many other things.
"Legend of Nightmare... So this is what they do!" He thought.
"Train this world's self-protection ability!"
The universe was dangerous and dark.
There were countless civilization hunters lurking in the void.
To high-leveled civilizations, they would hunt low-leveled civilizations and make them into specimens.
Not only to eliminate competitors, but also to protect themselves!
The Outer Gods liked tributes.
They especially liked tributes that were paid by an entire civilization.
That would be their joy and reward.
Therefore, every advanced civilization would hide themselves.
How could they hide?
Simple!
Strip the world they were in from the universe.
Hiding between the void gaps, existing in the world barrier.
And constantly changing coordinates.
The top civilizations would even dance in the timeline.
Constantly moving the space-time coordinates of their own civilization made it impossible to lock onto them.
This way, other hunters could only look for civilizations that had not learned to hide themselves.
Fishing from the marsh!
This was the source of the silence of the universe.
If they could hide themselves, they would have long hidden themselves.
They would not hide themselves. If they revealed any traces, they would be found!
And their outcome was to be made into specimens and offered to the Outer Gods or greater existences.
The final result was that all civilizations were constantly being swept inward.
Killing each other!
Because tributes were very important.
If they could not provide tributes on time, they would be torn apart by the Outer Gods!
Because there were a large number of Outer Gods that yearned for the destruction of civilizations.
Naturally, the Realm of Nightmare was a training organization.
The training was the battlefield of this world.
It allowed them to learn to protect themselves and hide themselves.
After understanding this, Ling Ping'an sighed.
"This is all to make me feel at ease..."
He would eventually leave.
He would eventually become a monster.
When that day came, many things hoped that he could maintain himself.
At least he could remember now.
After all, in the past, he was a mindless and blind chaos.
There was no good or evil, nor bias.
There was only instinct.
Therefore, many people were afraid of him.
They were afraid that he would wake up, and they were even more afraid that he would restore everything!
Thus...
Thus, he was born.
A wise and virtuous gentleman.
After understanding this, Ling Ping'an laughed.
"That's a good idea!" The corners of his mouth pursed slightly.
He had straightened out everything.
Except for one thing...
Since in the past, he was mindless and chaotic.
But he was also very, very strong.
Then, who could have made him become like this?
"Other than myself, no one!" Ling Ping'an smiled.
Therefore, in the past, he might not have been completely chaotic and mindless.
Perhaps, from a long time ago.
He had some thoughts and ideas.
He wanted to experience this life!
As he thought of this, the sky gradually darkened.
It was night!
Ling Ping'an began to perk up.
He stood up and turned on the light.
His shadow reflected on the ground under the light.
It was as if countless eyeballs opened densely from the shadow.
Ling Ping'an subconsciously raised his hand.
"Oh no!" He said, "I forgot, I can't think too much now!"
He had obviously thought too much just now.
So...
His' entropy 'had increased to the point that his shadow had undergone a mutation at this point in the night.
This was irreversible.
"So, I'll be half human and half demon from now on?" He muttered.
His intuition told him that the situation was even worse than that!
Because he was not a demon at all!
He was a monster!
The kind of monster that ordinary people would die at a glance, regardless of whether he had good intentions or malice.
Seeing him was equivalent to death!
Because ordinary things could not understand!
The human brain capacity could not understand and accommodate what was instilled in the moment he saw his shadow.
It was like the graphics card of a computer, unable to withstand it.
With a crackle, it was burnt to ashes.
"What should I do?" He asked himself.
That omnipotent and omniscient self.
In the shadow, there was a strange voice that answered him indifferently, "Have a child!"
"Have a child?" Ling Ping'an blinked. He didn't dare to think about it anymore.
So...
Could he only have a child?
But...
Who would he have a child with?
Where could he find someone who was willing to have a child with him?
The voice in the shadow let out a sharp whistle.
"I might be able to temporarily suppress the mutation!"
"You are?" Ling Ping'an was puzzled.
"I am you!" The voice in the shadow said, "Have you forgotten?"
"The successor of ancient martial arts is in the city!"
"I am Lord Xuan!"
Ling Ping'an remembered that he had once written a book.
The successor of ancient martial arts was in the city!
The protagonist was known as Lord Xuan in the end.
He punched the Nanshan Nursing Home and kicked the Beihai Kindergarten. He was invincible in the book.
Thinking of this, Ling Ping'an hesitated.
"Lord Xuan?"
"That Dumas?"
In that book, in order to make a living, he naturally followed the harem.
Therefore, the protagonist had so many wives and concubines that even he, the author, couldn't remember them all.
So much so that some readers criticized him for missing women.
That voice lingered in Ling Ping'an's heart.
"Don't worry!"
"We are one!"
"You can replace me at any time!"
Ling Ping'an understood that he was right.
So he nodded, "Okay!"
… …
"Bastet!" The young man suddenly lowered his head and looked at the little black cat at his feet.
The black-haired cat goddess was in his eyes.
Meow!
The little cat meowed. It was a little hesitant and a little scared.
"Don't be afraid!" The man laughed, "I don't dare to blaspheme you!"
In the end, the cat goddess was a pet.
And he was just a mutation of a thought.
Although this thought was a combination of some broken incarnations from a long time ago and a stitched monster.
But in the end...
His status was still inferior to a pet.
After all, a pet could act cute, but he might be despised as unnecessary.
Therefore, this opportunity was once in a lifetime and extremely important!
He had to win trust!
The trust of the primordial chaos core.
Otherwise, with just a thought, he might be thrown into the trash like those deleted documents and never be able to appear again.
Not to mention winning a little freedom!
Just like that Skyless Buddha!
Thinking of Skyless Buddha, the man sighed.
His luck was too good!
It was so good that it made him jealous!
When he was jealous, his entire face became gloomy.
The eyeballs on the back of his hand were all rolling.
Every eyeball was as sharp as a sword.
This was the legacy of the former Lord Xuan.
The ability of a primordial incarnation from a long time ago!
The Lord Xuan who entered the Dao with the sword!
The Lord Xuan in a certain city bubble.
The two merged together and were difficult to distinguish.
Therefore, he was now a half-human, half-god monster.
Thinking of this, the man seemed to have heard something?
He hurriedly stood up and let the poor pet go.
"Master... Don't worry, I won't act recklessly!"
"No matter what, I'm just a character written by you!"
"I will do as you say!"
"I will also consult you for every choice I make!"
As he said that, the man looked at the bookstore.
He muttered to himself, "Master, please allow me to find a weapon in your collection!"
"I use a sword!"
As if he had received permission, he followed his memory and came to the bookshelf.
He squatted down and pulled out a heavy box from under the bookshelf.
The box was very heavy.
He used all his strength to barely drag it out.
This made him sigh at his master's greatness.
The box opened. In his eyes, incomparably resplendent treasures bloomed with a gorgeous light.
One was marked by the company one kept!
Most of these things were just ordinary things.
But because of their master, they had long been extraordinary.
They even had intelligence.
In the box, an old rag doll opened its mouth and clicked.
The already broken glass eyeball was twitching.
A construction vehicle toy under the doll made the rumbling sound of an engine.
A few strings of beads collided with each other.
And in the corner, there was even a figurine holding a sword, jumping hard in the box.
It was fantasizing about jumping out.
But without permission, it would never be able to come out.
To it, this box might be vaster and deeper than the universe!
The young man ignored all of this.
He understood that these things could not see him.
Only he could see them.
He gently reached out and took out a plastic short sword from the bottom of the box.
More than ten years ago, a plastic dagger that was sold at a stall for three yuan each.
He picked it up and blew the dust on it.
"Good sword!" He praised and gently pulled out the plastic sword.
Cold light shone in all directions.
The structure under the plastic surface had long become harder than a neutron star!
This was indeed a good sword.
A good sword that ordinary people would die if they touched it.
Holding the sword in his hand, he thought of many things.
Xuan Jun's past was back!
… …
Zhou Ke finally finished cooking the takeout.
Squid tentacles, octopus...
He carefully packed them up.
Then, when he walked to the door, Ah Ning was already waiting for him.
He looked at Ah Ning, and the tentacles under his human skin wriggled slightly.
"Tonight, Ah Ning, you have to help your brother!" He said seriously.
The innocent and cute little girl nodded.
Thus, Zhou Ke started the electric donkey and drove to his destination under the cover of the night.
… …
Ling Ping'an felt very strange now.
He could still see and feel the outside world.
It was just that the perspective was a little strange.
It was as if he had a panoramic view.
It was as if he was a sophisticated camera.
No matter how big or small, it could be seen with a single glance.
On the other hand, from this perspective, he found that he could actually think unscrupulously.
This was because the entropy generated was not increasing on him.
It was the guy who called himself Xuan Jun.
This was a little fun.
Ever since he discovered that he was a monster, he had never been so relaxed and comfortable as he was now.
So much so that he once had the idea of 'just letting it go'.
Of course, this idea was directly thrown out of his consciousness as soon as it appeared.
On one hand, it was because it was impossible.
Nothing could withstand his entropy!
Not even his avatar or thoughts!
Therefore, even if he was willing, that guy called Xuan Jun wouldn't dare.
On the other hand, it was a very simple truth: How could fate be handed over to outsiders?
Even if it was his own thoughts!
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