Quick Travel Plane Development Notes

The body of the system still belongs to the category of an ordinary cat, and some technological means can hurt it and catch it.

The reason why the system has not been caught is that its whereabouts are erratic, and where and when it appears is irregular.

【The place I went to today was a trap. The power grid fell just as I showed up. Fortunately, I ran fast. 】

No law is a law, and it seems that someone has summed it up.

Yu Hua has been following the movements of the white fox investigation team.

Through the White Fox Investigation Team, Zihua discovered that there are still some capable people in this world, some are more sensitive to things, and some are good at calculation. They were all recruited into the team.

Among them is Wen Jiarong.

There is no doubt that Qiu Chengjun has true love for Wen Jiarong, knowing that he committed a capital crime, he picked Wen Jiarong out.

After that, Wen Jiarong was asked by the White Fox investigation team to participate in the investigation.

Without the assistance of the magic weapon, Wen Jiarong's ability has dropped a lot, and her role in the investigation is limited.

It's time for the white fox to disappear.

The Qiu family was uprooted, their protective umbrella was dug out, and the state re-enacted stricter laws related to personal safety.

Everything is on track.

The existence of the white fox has little meaning anymore.

Yuhua made Baihu gradually fade out of people's sight.

...

Two years later, Zihua entered the high school of Liancheng Middle School without taking the exam.

Based on her usual test scores, it would not be difficult for her to become the top student in the high school entrance examination. She was exempted from the exam because she didn't want to be too high-profile.

Although Liancheng Middle School regrets that it cannot admit a top candidate in the high school entrance examination, they are looking at the top candidate in the college entrance examination two years later.

Peng Tao, who was less than eight years old, was admitted to the junior high school of Liancheng Middle School and refused admission to the gifted class of the Provincial Experimental Middle School, which made the principal of Liancheng Middle School smile.

After learning that Peng Tao was taught by Zi Hua, Liancheng Middle School paid more attention to Zi Hua and agreed to Zi Hua's request to continue studying at home.

"Chirp." The sparrow suddenly flapped its wings and flew to Yuhua's shoulder.

A white figure appeared under Zihua's mental power.

It is the consciousness of heaven.

The consciousness of heaven transformed into her appearance again.

It was rare for Zihua to see someone with a sense of heaven come to her on their own initiative. Asked, "Don't you want to change your image?"

Tiandao consciousness tilted his head, "Why do you need to change your image?"

Zi Hua had evidence to suspect that Tiandao’s consciousness was similar to that of Ma Jiao, “Because it’s interesting?”

"You don't like me turning into you?"

Zi Hua just said, "It doesn't matter, as long as you like it. Why do you want to come to me?"

"I have thought about it and have started to modify some human rules as you said."

"Have you already started?"

"Yeah. Are you unhappy?"

"I'm not happy." Yu Hua wanted to punch someone, "Do you know that with your change, all the theories I have summarized in the past two years will have to be revised again."

She even doubted whether the Tiandao Consciousness was intentional. She had just compiled the relevant theories into a system that could be connected with the current technology, and then the Tiandao Consciousness came and said that what she had done did not count.

Tiandao Consciousness: "I know. So I came to tell you." After a pause, "You want to beat me."

"Yes. So, bring the compensation."

The consciousness of heaven was given to him, and he asked Yuhua to help revise the rules.

I have to say that Tiandao Consciousness is very good at picking up favors, and Yuhua likes to do this.

However, he trusted her too much, and opened up to her some basic rules related to the rules of the world.

...

Peng Tao knocked on the door in a daze.

"Taotao, come in quickly."

"Aunt Qiao." Peng Tao came back to reflect.

"Be good." Qiao Feiping rubbed Peng Tao's head habitually, "What's wrong? What happened to make you so listless? Did someone bully you?"

Peng Tao shook his head, "My parents are fighting again."

Qiao Feiping had nothing to say, and patted Peng Tao's head comfortingly. Peng Tao is a good boy, but his parents are really hard to describe.

Since Peng Tao often came to study with his daughter, Peng Ziqiang and Zhang Xiufang regarded her home as a free kindergarten.

Zhang Xiufang bought some textbooks and homework for Peng Tao anyway, and said thank you on the face, but Peng Ziqiang simply let go.

It can be said that both of them let go and told Peng Tao many times to stay at her house for dinner at noon, so that Zhang Xiufang would not have to come back to cook for Peng Tao at noon, and could count a few more items at the factory.

How could Qiao Feiping fail to see that the two of them wanted to take advantage but did not want to show affection.

If Peng Tao wasn't a good boy, and her daughter needed a companion of the same age, and she felt sorry for the child living in that kind of environment, she would have stayed far away from the family.

What gives Qiao Feiping a sense of accomplishment is that Peng Tao has not raised a child at all. He regards this place as his own home. After coming here, in addition to studying, he also competes to do housework. In the past few years, the vegetable patch in the yard has been basically done by his daughter and Peng Tao. Planted.

Peng Tao knew what Aunt Qiao was thinking, "It wasn't my father who beat my mother this time, it was... my mother beat my father."

It was strange to Qiao Feiping, "Your mother can beat your father?"

In the past two years, the number of times Peng Ziqiang beat Zhang Xiufang was rare, but he never stopped.

"I couldn't beat him before, but today my father beat me again, which made my mother anxious. My mother pushed hard and knocked my father down. My mother took the stick away and beat my father."

Peng Tao still feels unreal.

He stopped summoning Xiao Hei a long time ago.

After finding out that he called his mother to beat his father, his father looked at him with scary eyes, and his mother was afraid of him and advised him not to provoke evil cats. He was young and didn't understand it very well.

After a while, my father was afraid that Xiao Hei would stop beating his mother. From persuading him to scolding him, his mother asked him not to call Xiao He again, and even asked the master to say that Xiao Hei would be taken away. Fortunately, Xiao Hei Great not to be caught.

He really didn't understand why his mother didn't thank Xiao Hei at all, but also regarded Xiao Hei as a villain.

Later, I understood a little bit, so I never called Xiao Hei again.

If mom and dad fight, go ahead and fight, anyway, dad doesn't dare to beat mom to death anymore.

Today, the two fought again. At first, it was the father who beat the mother to hide. Later, after the father fell to the ground, the mother still beat the father.

When did my mother have such great strength?

Yu Hua, who was in the room, heard Peng Tao's words, and unleashed her spiritual power to go to Peng's house.

Zhang Xiufang and Peng Ziqiang have finished fighting.

Zhang Xiufang was not cruel enough, and Peng Ziqiang was not seriously injured.

Peng Ziqiang was holding the stool, pretending to smash it, and Zhang Xiufang was holding the mop pole. The two just quarreled and didn't fight any more.

Yuhua checked Zhang Xiufang's body with her mental strength, she was lucky and her physical fitness doubled.

This is the modification of the rules of the world by the consciousness of the Dao of Heaven.

The disparity in strength between women weak and men strong is an evolutionary transition period, in addition to the factors of natural selection, part of it is deliberately done by the human race itself.