Technology Treasure King

"Whhhhhh..." He gasped in small mouths, his body became a little heavy again, as if the weight of the whole area was throwing on him like darkness chasing the only light. m

However, Super Vision inadvertently saw the entrance under the shadow city in the system of the Abdomen No. 1 is just ahead, no more, no less, using the kilometer distance invented by humans on earth, no more, no less, exactly 35 million kilometers. .

The mood improved immediately, the speed was greatly accelerated, and it became much faster than the light. Crowds of incalculable robots were busy seeing the half-white and half-emerald light body flashing past... A minute later they approached the Shadow City Passage, and then hurriedly through this road Mr. Bill Gates paid to maintain... The energy channel that will go bankrupt in just one second.

Of course, when technology reaches a certain level, many things are not valuable at all, and they are fundamentally bought and sold out of nothing.

Just like the real steel on the earth was worth more than gold.

As for you living in the 21st century, you can take a ton of steel to a gold shop for a kilo of gold.

If you can handle a ton of steel, the owner of the gold shop will definitely give it to you without hesitation. Just beware of uncalculated slips afterwards...

"Oh, shit..." After waking up from sleep, the omnipotent power returned to him. After eating and drinking, He Ming inspected the amazing 3D mode in the light curtain in front of him, mainly for him to use foolish pictures to illustrate the daily work volume and the progress on the huge corpse.

But looking at it this way, it's really... stressful. The chewing face became a bit bitter again.

He Ming found out. He just pulled out a somewhat deep fist inside the huge corpse. It's like someone is a hunk. Ok. The hunk punched himself with a fist into an area as large as an adult buffalo, but like a tortoise but without limbs.

But behind all of this, his abdominal muscle brother said that he had spent more than 2,500 hours of hard work. No more, no less, one hundred days less if you count it as earth time.

You know...giving He Ming a week, he can return the solar system to...the state of the Big Bang.

At most ten seconds, he can sink the earth...

"Go back first." He Ming had nothing to say, eating and drinking to satisfy his hunger and stomach, and then directly wiped his mouth with his hands, and wiped his mouth after a meal. Prepare to go back and rest first. It's really terrible, I'm afraid... no earthling would believe it. My abdominal muscle brother still does this kind of coolie all day?

Speaking to those powerful gods and demons, then it must be-envy, jealousy and hate!

The reward is a special physical indestructible matter, which means you have entered the invincible physical mode from now on.

Of course, He Ming didn't dare to be careless. Even the powerful scholars who lived for trillions of years in the multiverse couldn't tell how many "monsters" there were.

What if the soul and body are immortal? Be attacked by a maze, get in... and then all right. I can't die anymore.

For maze-type attacks, many great gods in the good alliance, such as the gods, are proficient in this skill.

Or look at this... a primitive demon of the supreme and holy rank. Gee, the tragic ending of "unruly" life.

Go to jail.

The top star waiter in the universe.

If He Ming could commit suicide, he would have ended himself immediately. This kind of jail is unimaginable.

...

"It's still good to live like this."

Lying on the beach, He Ming played the Doomsday vs. Zombies in the light curtain. It was really fun.

Soon, there were a group of big beauties and vixen under his eyes. Those big beauties also brought a lot of little babes who are mainly loli. So the little kids are reveling in groups on the beach. Under He Ming's long legs, a little loli still held her breath, trying to feed a big crab hiding in the sandpit.

Under the control of some intelligent programs, the big crab will certainly not lose face-so the big crab eats food once. Little Lori screamed, then jumped again.

again and again.

The growth time of these bad boys is not impossible for a thousand years.

He Ming's teeth are being polished up and down again—still drinking a drink to fight fire.

Dear, let's go and play, brother is still young, he is not a degenerate and humanoid uncle.

...

"Hey, it's time to finish the "Wandering of the Spirit", see, who has a brother? After half a month, I finished the book with a number of 1.3 billion and 50 million words. And on the earth, what stupid person reading hobby list What is the ranking of North American literature. What is the ranking of Chinese reading, whether it is online or in reality, whether it is 10,000 years ago or 10,000 years later, it is... Brother, it cannot be surpassed. Forever number one. The best-selling masterpiece ."

While playing the game, He Ming checked the mail. However, I saw about 13.54 million emails requesting updates—of course, everything was processed by the central optical brain, and all kinds of emails requested were grouped together.

Therefore, in the eyes of the king of mail receiving on the earth, it is a picture-like, cartoon-like mail introduction.

After clicking a copy and looking at it, He Ming found that the original request to update was the novel.

He Ming understood immediately. Because... he didn't dare to read the novel he "written".

awesome.

In his voyeuristic data on the earth, the Chinese boss read this book because of his relationship... and then became fascinated by it.

Watching all day long. If it is not for having the body of the King of Superman, or the body of a mortal from the old age, then it must be... therefore reducing the precious time for survival in the proving ground.

After all, a masterpiece of 1.3 billion and a half is not so easy to read, especially the masterpieces in advanced civilization, which is tantamount to the establishment of a population base of hundreds of billions of intelligent life, and the development of hundreds of billions of years of civilization. Come down, the best masterpiece that can be said to be the number one.

It is impossible to want to see ten lines at a glance.

So the entertainment on earth today is very simple, either playing a devil game or reading that novel—especially that novel...you can dismiss it if you don’t read it, and you can’t forget it.

It was a very low-level wisdom and talent that was impacted by...unparalleled wisdom and talent.

Greatly shocked the mind.

Absolutely dumbfounded.

"How does it do it? Is it a **** or a human? Isn't it just a body or a talent?"

There are many comments about this kind. And almost everyone does. All this virtue.

This is irresistible. As a pervert can't resist the super beauty. A desert traveler who has been thirsty for three days can't resist...Bright running water.

To this. He Ming, of course, you are welcome, do you want to update? One sentence. And as soon as his words were spoken, it was an order—a certain Mr. Central Guangnao immediately arranged one piece, and a large number of updates were ready, one after another, with five thousand words or four thousand words updated under each one.

Finally, a line of words appeared on the white light curtain: "Master, how many updates do you want to release today?"

"All."

It was a noble and charming voice, and he spit out quietly. In the sun and breeze. Really... It must be the favorite voice and the favorite moment of all human beings who hate the "new eunuch" most in the world.

He Ming couldn't pretend to be forced...because he began to feel that his update speed was too slow.

Because it's a "normal" update. So it is to publish thousands of demon masterpieces a day.

Then it is not only a literary feast on earth, but also a literary feast of the cosmic civilization of Shanmeng—He Mingguang's manuscript fees and related revision income must be as high as...100 billion gold yuan.

Can be described as Shanmeng's number one rich writer.

Unprecedented.

But He Ming despised this kind of... poor poor.

Otherwise... so many masterpieces, one in half a month, He Ming will be published tens of thousands of years. Even millions of years.

He doesn't know how many. It seems that all the civilizations of tens of thousands of prosperous planets are in his hands.

So the update speed is really too slow-of course, this update speed has long been overwhelmed by the earth.

...

"Haha, gentlemen and ladies living on the earth, with infinite talents, beyond loneliness, beyond loneliness, beyond your imagination of all the idioms named'brilliant', etc., this...people created this unprecedented , The first masterpiece of the literary world in the last 10,000 years of human civilization, however, this is only a tiny trace of my talent. Now... everything has just begun. Look forward to it."

He Ming flipped his fingers on the light curtain with his hands that hadn't been typing for a long time. Thank goodness. The physical functions of the quasi-powerful gods and demons are not covered, and there will be no backward function of carbon-based monkeys that do not practice for a week.

His eyes entered into an excited mode again, typing to the end, and arrogant words babbled endlessly, which must have angered a lot... Some brother’s brain fan:

"At the end, trust my brand. Abs is not as talented as I am! So the production must be the best. Cheers, kill "Pride and Prejudice", and tell you a tragic story in a moving world. Happy hanging silk. Of course literature. So classic. Focus on the abdominal muscles. Brother has not changed for a hundred years. Thank you. I will upload it immediately."

It is indeed hungry and thirsty to upload, not immediately-because the narcissistic He Ming believes that many carbon-based monkeys must be very hungry for such a masterpiece.

If you don't believe it, look at the five big data in this book.

Clicks: Approximately 888,398 billion.

Recommendation: about 654.1 billion.

Collection: about 30 billion.

Subscription: 200 million on average. The first chapter is as high as 12 billion.

Monthly pass to prove whether the character and readers are various: 5.5 billion.

Of course, a lot of data contribution comes from the contribution of Shanmeng.

It is estimated that the dumbfounded editorial department will not understand, what is going on in this world? Why do countless readers pop up overnight.

Not only their family. Many websites have also made a fortune like this.

They won’t understand that perhaps one of their ancestors’ ancestors is watching novels that they "managed"—in fact, they can’t be managed at all, not to mention clicks, etc., even if they enter the author’s area of ​​this IP, it’s nothing they can do ...

"...Can I speak bad language? You are talented, but don't attack our ultimate idol, Abdomen!"

Many such posts appeared, and within a few seconds, the pages of the most amazing novels on the planet became extremely popular. But many, many people replied in the post: "No. Don't be angry, brother, you know. Maybe it's the abs... vest."

"Depressed, isn't Abdomen you? Come out and prove it."

"Of course it must be. Otherwise, how do you explain so many of the unique prizes of the abs? And..."

In addition, many smart people have already analyzed He Ming's speech and behavior clearly. Who else but him? Who has this kind of capital and... this kind of character.

"Opening a new book—wow, it’s pretty! The bunker is out... I really feel that time is running out. The zombie game and the new book are really great. And I haven’t finished reading the old book. I updated more than 8,000 chapters in one breath and finished it. What a bunker!"

After a while, He Ming's new book, the Chinese translation of "Candy World" was born.

Just look at the name... Gent's "Chicken Soup for the Soul" or "Uncle Tom's Cabin", or "Moby-Dick"... Few modern people, especially the unlearned netizens, would definitely not appreciate it. A masterpiece of virtue.

A carbon-based monkey tries to pretend to be noble works.

However it was destined to try. That's the height it can't fit.

But in fact, it is...a tragic love story like "A Letter from a Stranger Woman". Of course, this book is a masterpiece of one billion words. So one less word won't work, and the attractiveness is even more... that the people on earth cannot imagine and cannot create.

Regardless of the fact that there is no genius brain pill on the earth, the street writer who has worked so hard to kill a lot of brain cells every day is a world of dead people. A hard-working author who enjoys first-class conditions but is unable to create a real masterpiece.

Like the darling of fate, people like Abdomen always... there is only one in a universe.

And the best masterpiece is exactly this truth.

This is a question of ultimate talent, wisdom, and knowledge. Once you have all the conditions, you will have few chances to create incredible masterpieces after working hard for millions of years.

Once it was born, it had an honor: to go into history with the master of the universe and the powerful gods and demons.

Forever.

So all the hard work is worth it.

It can also be said that the ultimate goal of the dream of literature has been achieved.

It was an indescribable pleasure and a sense of accomplishment. At least, he reached the height of a powerful **** and demon with ordinary power.

Especially in literature, it has surpassed the powerful gods and demons, and has done the best.

On the earth, the author thinks that he will become a great writer and get the bonus left by a certain great king before his death. That is the ultimate realization of the literary dream-just sitting on the well and watching the sky and gaining the honor of the ant writer in the ant kingdom.

The new book is a huge hit, and it is a global sensation... So He Ming is good at it again: flattering brothers to enjoy meat.

"Cheers, heroes and warriors, your support for literature, for genius, for the maintenance of immortality, for the truth, goodness and beauty, so everything has corresponding rewards, let us invest everything on luck. Start a new book Let’s get a big lottery. It’s on the tenth floor, the 100th floor...this kind of lottery. The prizes are the same as last time. Below, please call me to speak with Abdomen to guarantee the lottery."

"Who believes it? Abdominal muscles are serving the people..." Many posts suddenly said sourly.

Then a certain IP followed by a lot of people logged in.

"Grass, I got a face-slapped upstairs. Happiness...a lot..."

"Cheers, heroes and warriors. Mrs., ladies and children, the time to serve the people has finally come...Because we cherish war, we look back on peace. Thank you for participating in today's'Grab a Grab...Post Raffle'. Perfect. For the immortal little Superman quota, my mother no longer has to worry about my genius brain medicine for learning. You deserve it. If you want to participate in the lottery, just post the reply. Special rewards, the sofa also have prizes. And two copies."

"!"

The post was just posted, and it was only one-tenth of a second - He Ming looked specifically at the time of the central optical brain, which was 0.158 seconds to be precise.

Then the sofa came out and I typed this symbol-and was immediately swallowed by various replies. The replies were envious, jealous, and the fastest typing...

The speed is so fast that the new web pages will immediately become sands that flow up like a tide.

Every sand is a reply.

The human who made this reply must first be hopeful, then take a closer look, and finally post a crazy post with a dirty mouth...until his fingers cramp.

Thankfully, messy responses are fine.

"?" A burst of fragrance appeared in front of He Ming with a shadow. Before He Ming looked up, a burst of fragrance and a shadow turned into a bunch of fragrance and a group of shadows.

He Ming raised his head, but he saw the bride who will marry tomorrow on July 1st. He once said less... NN came back from the Internet alone for the second time, and then felt empty on the road and sang "You at the same table" to the moon. Heroine.

If He Ming had the heart to appreciate that... the experience that the turtle died, he would definitely... cover his face and cry.

Because the wives laughed at him so much-they also asked to sing NNNN times to them with special envy.

God, He Ming just wanted to play with student uniforms and never wanted to play...humiliating innocence.

Brother, don't embarrass your future abs! You who are still at the table, why don't you say that you drowned in the Huangpu River.

What a shame!

What a real second criminal!

I used to really be like this... brain-dead right?

"Hey... are you okay?" Lu Wenjing was surrounded by a group of beautiful friends, including the vixen, and maybe... the beautiful ancestors. Female.

Their eyes are fiery admiring He Ming's quasi-powerful body in beach pants~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He Ming is about to shrink and keep the spring light, not wanting to see the eyes of beautiful women at the table, so say What doesn't come out... the elements of a happy life. Suddenly my heart... lewd again.

It’s good to be watched by someone you love like this, in such an incredible environment, so those secondary 2 emotions attacked the soul lightly, making him smile and say: "Fortunately, okay, baby... I’m really fine. ."

Lu Wenjing bared his teeth like a cute white rabbit and smiled. The female companions also laughed happily.

A lot of loli were too unceremoniously surrounding.

One by one looks... quite "lewd"?

He Ming felt... his face was a little red.

Do not be like that.

PS: First more. (To be continued...)

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