Technology Treasure King

Noon in a Helios Garden bedroom.

An index of dignity enough to meet the standards of the super-rich in the universe, the emperor of the great power, and the prosperous and powerful gods and demons. It is also an ordinary noon time, no different from yesterday and tomorrow.

Clear...on a carbon-based monkey planet will never be seen in reality, but the sunshine that can only be seen in the stall literature is like the yang before the arrival of the gods and demons in the novels of the stall literature. Various beams of light descend from the sky, large and small. . But it just falls in the dark green, lush, large or small exquisite bonsai, huge gardens, and patches of ornamental forests.

It is also indispensable to hang up and visit countless, all kinds of art treasures, from top paintings to various sculptures of classical buildings like wonderland.

Other places seem to be a gentle and gloomy environment. Great Master http:://

In this way, these buildings look like stars are arching over the moon, and the low ground will be the highest point, which is also the center of the garden of the sun god. A medium-sized tower in the style of the tower is held up to form the artistic style of the king of kings.

This is one of He Ming's new bedroom...

He is resting here.

The interior is a free, romantic, chic and charming garden bedroom.

The gold and marble make a huge bed that allows the elephant family to enjoy life.

In the all sorts of touching fragrance that permeates the tip of the nose, the time has come and it is time to serve the people again. He Ming finished his sound sleep from yesterday to today at noon. He woke up from his sleep, and his first thought was very happy: cool; the second thought was dumbfounding: fuck; the third thought became clear:

"Fuck her, Grandpa needs to be so... exhausted. Then can he sleep in?"

"Lazy sleep"?

I think I was wrong. He Ming looked at the exposed upper body under the huge old quilt. It is already strong again, forming a strong, extremely strong, and unusually strong physique muscle. The skin with deep luse is shiny, "beautiful and moving". It is the most beautiful in the universe... carbon-based monkey skin.

By the way, the gender is male.

Then there was a meaningless smile at the corner of his mouth. This is what he knew, and the super wisdom immediately "reminded" him: In fact, he will never get rid of others, the moving but carbon-based life can't get rid of Lazy Jue.

Just like after being favored by the abdominal muscles brother, after becoming a god, Diaosi will not miss his three-pointed girlfriend. Because the fairy beauties with the same life level as myself and from the level of the abdominal muscle brother are at least a thousand points!

So who would want three points? Would you fall in love with a family of parasites who can see clearly and clearly after turning off the lights?

In the old age of the index out of ten. Three points? It doesn't matter if I turn off the light, I can't see clearly anyway, I can only enjoy the two pieces of meat rubbing against each other, and then take a breath. emission. Tired like a dog.

Eventually vent their physiological needs, realize human heritage, and make insignificant but indispensable contributions to social harmony and world peace.

And the state of deep sleep is just a state of rest where He Ming performs an incredible agenda to recover all his body functions and energy.

Once he recovered, he didn't want to sleep in any more.

Just like carbon-based monkeys need to eat when they are hungry, they need to sleep when they’re tired, and carbon-based monkeys can’t control their state at all. All the words "lazy" make carbon-based monkeys regretful and sweet, and they know how to enjoy life. .

"Master. Congratulations, your physical fitness index, energy state, mental level... etc., etc. 3650 physical states. All restored to the luse standard; except for all the energy of super power. You will need some time to recover you All the energy of the world." The Great Master http:://

"In addition, the weather today is very good, and it is at the best time for traveling, sightseeing, swimming, open-air banquets, and open-air sports. Now it is 12:30 noon. Your central optical brain leader Huade Liu Zaiwei You serve."

"By the way, sir, you have two main tasks: your secret girl (mistress) wants to see you; second, you may need to take care of the children in the Holy Land. This is a request made by many of your wives."

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He Ming knows that this kind of technology is also used on the earth, such as in the low-energy intelligent program of robots.

Walking outside, the sun is shining, the breeze is blowing, the air is fragrant and moving, and the beautiful scenery of birds and beasts in all directions is clear.

This bedroom. It is really aloof, the king is supreme.

But He Ming shook his head. He already feels a bit bored. If it weren't for this bedroom, he would eat and drink before going to bed, and then find that he is the closest, he would definitely not come to rest.

After all, there are too many moving bedrooms to choose from.

After all, the planetary mansions have been operated to this day, and the overall planetary landscape has never changed, but the various mansions, from the abyss-like caves of the big ocean to the end of the sky, are really countless and countless.

This is the living conditions of the rich in the universe. Where do you want to rest, such as a game-like scene, is a piece of cake.

If you have capital, you can create a private planet. If you don’t have capital, you can spend a small amount of money in special hotels.

That's why, the human world alone is busy with all kinds of nation-building tasks.

Because after the founding of the People’s Republic of China, the development of various civilizations has its own characteristics, such as turning the Great Wall of China into a restaurant, hotel, leisure venue, and even a sports field and racing resort; turning the Egyptian pyramids into a hotel.

This kind of civilization originally belonged to the country in which it was located, not a civilization without a nation.

In other words, if the humans on earth want to build a special style hotel like the Great Wall, they need to apply.

This is not a problem, it will definitely pass immediately. The problem is that other lives in the same country, his mother can also apply to build this kind of "alien" civilized hotel.

The most serious problem is: "Aliens", the carbon-based monkeys of the earth simply cannot compete with those bastards.

He Ming put his hands in the sun, on the base of the king of kings golden authority style, which is a kind of golden handrail.

The body is leaning forward slightly, and the various beautiful sceneries can be seen more clearly, but it is a pity that there is no fascinating "animal: a carbon-based monkey with thousands of horses, thousands of horses passing by, thousands of horses shouting:

Hey, abs.

Don't be stupid "early in the morning", OK? He Ming smiled bitterly, but so sober, he didn't even think about it. "Make arrangements. I'll go and see the children first. I want to have lunch with the children. A big lunch. Because I'm so hungry... Ate myself."

"as you wish!"

A ray of light fell on the naked He Ming, and he disappeared in the next moment. A precious old pajama that had been worn for many years was suspended in the wind, and then put away in the best procedure, and went for maintenance.

Because the abdominal muscle brother has extremely high requirements on pajamas, quilts, etc., and must be a loyal old guy.

The old guy has enough glory to accompany the abdominal muscle brother into one of the most important times he thinks: sleep.

So pajamas, etc., are really repaired over and over again. There is no way that the second generation of the abs will not have the "simple" style of the abs and the excellent qualities of caring for the old guy.

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A day later, He Ming returned to the shadow of the tree, including the big and small wives, as well as the many great powers of the Buddha Kingdom, and breathed a sigh of relief.

In the spiritual world.

Of course, in the spiritual world, and those who are cultivated like them can definitely feel the reality.

I could feel that I was just sitting cross-legged and silent for more than ten minutes, as if falling asleep. So the fat loli shot first, and then the little fat boy Sahuan came up.

In the end, in He Ming's eyes, every big bald head became the second generation of the abdominal muscles and the art of their accomplices.

Colorful.

Terrible.

Powerful gods and demons.

Without dignity.

I saw...

Create with saliva, fuel, and brush.

Create with fuel, saliva, and brushes.

It's pitiful to see the heavens, the universe is known, spiritual practice, etc., is like the soul of the dead leaving the body of death, oh, it was already a corpse at that time, a state.

Very very sensitive.

Never touch it.

And the second generation of Abdominal Muscles... It's so... well, treat it as a kind of mental training!

He Ming, the super savior, came, and he smiled lewdly at this, touched the small face of a fat loli who flew the fastest to "Baba", and...there was no more.

Does he manage the second generation of abs? He was dying of laughter.

"Oh."

The fat loli and the little fat boys who turned themselves into fuel tanks surrounded He Ming. He Ming was forced to enjoy art while eating and drinking.

Then naturally the flattering babbles, so that the kids are so excited, even quite "ashamed" and shy.

Because it was "recognized" by the abs!

He Ming knows the thoughts in the hearts of a few kiddos, and he's going to laugh to death again. The art of art is a means called **** on the earth, but in the universe?

Art for everyone.

It only takes you a little time. For example, for hundreds of years of pondering related art, don’t forget to say goodbye to low energy, farewell to mentally retarded, farewell to stupid and fat... Sympathy will become a medicine that "divides" sympathy.

And what about the end of creating art? What will happen? Nothing will happen, only you can paint.

Counting on getting ahead and satisfying the many consumptions of the girl and herself, it's better to... wash and sleep.

Day by day passed and the draw for Abs was not far away.

Winter has passed, can spring be far behind?

ps: The first one. (To be continued.)