Chapter 543

"The emperor of the South China Sea is you..."

"The emperor of Beihai is chaos..."

"You and Hu Shi meet the emperor of central chaos..."

The singing of terror reverberates in the fog of nightmare square.

Half asleep and half awake, Amon, one of Solomon's seventy-two demons, heard that even for the gods, it was full of taboo and unknown whispers.

Whispering, deep in the fog, you can see the tentacles on the terrible monster's face, straight to the top of the head, which is full of blood vessels and tissue.

The tentacle and the blood vessels are linked to each other.

There is a strange and terrible symbiotic relationship.

And this horrible whisper seems to have escaped from the tentacle.

Just listen, Amun thought, quickly faint.

Don't listen to these whispers.

Because intuition tells him that even God can't listen to this unknown taboo.

Listen, you may have to face some kind of terror.

But there was nothing he could do.

You can't go into a coma.

In the whisper, he became more sober.

The things that bound him quietly let go of the restrictions.

It seems that the whispering master deliberately let him listen to these taboos.

"You and Hu conspire to repay the virtue of chaos..."

"Said: people have seven orifices, to see, listen, eat, breath, this alone, try to chisel it!"

"I'll dig a hole every day, and I'll die in seven days!"

Murmur read here, become unprecedented gloomy and low.

The fog on the nightmare square is boiling because of it.

That rolling fog, the huge figure standing, swaying madness.

Will be a terrible murmur, directly into the brain of a Meng.

This murmur is a question.

"If chaos does not permit..."

"Do you and Hu dare to chisel their orifices?"

This is a question.

Amon's crow's head crumbles.

He screamed.

Devil's body, inch by inch broken.

In the end, only a flaming bow was left on the nightmare square shrouded in fog.

It was the bow of a space sailboat that had been smashed.

Above the bow, there is a charred human trace.

A little solar flare, shaking in it.

In the flare, there is a string of ancient words.

These words are vague and incomplete.

But among them, there is the glory of the level of the LORD God.

There are the ghost of falcon, bull and lion, flashing between these characters.

Vaguely, the outline of "RA" can be seen.

Amon, one of Solomon's seventy-two pillars, is just a weapon forged with embers.

Meow!

A cat barks and appears in the fog of nightmares square.

A girl with black hair, showing herself carefully.

Then he held the burning and broken bow with trembling.

Hold it like a treasure.

For this is the remains of his father.

The girl with black hair kowtows to the mist.

He knows that this is the supreme grace.

If it is not for the magnanimity of the great formless God, the remains of his father will be locked in the body of Amun forever.

Not only that, they have to endure humiliation, trampling and humiliation forever.

That's what happens to losers.

Not only to kill, but also to kill!

Finally, we should deconstruct all the elements of the victims.

Let him become a joke, a villain in a third rate novel, a chamber pot or toilet paper.

The great existence in the depth of the fog ignores the girl with black hair.

In his eyes, it's just something he does at will.

Now

There are more important things to do!

Take advantage of the chance that the traitors are locked in by the power of the great master's sudden awakening.

Completely block the retreat of these traitors.

Push them to the sacrificial arena prepared for them one by one.

Let them despair.

One by one, the owner finds them.

Butcher and destroy!

………………………………………………

Lingping opens his eyes slowly.

Before all, flashed back in my mind.

He looked at his hands.

White, clean and thin.

He looked around.

The room is clean and tidy.

But everything seems to have changed.

He found that he didn't know what was going on and had already sat at his desk.The rice paper on the desk is full of crooked ancient characters.

These characters are just like the inscriptions on the bronzes of the ancestors when they offered sacrifices to their ancestors.

All the words are the same.

It's like a plant just sprouting.

With branches and leaves, in germination.

"Stupid!" In memory, the characters on the God card of the ancestors of ancestral home are flashing back.

My mother's words reverberated in my ears.

"All things have just sprouted, and the insects are beginning to revive."

"Is it a good image?"

And now he knows that this word is his seal.

He set his own seal.

But why?

He doesn't know.

He can't remember everything before the seal.

I don't know where I came from.

But he knew that he was not normal.

Moreover, he understood that the world seemed abnormal because of him.

His eyes are very bright.

As if I could see through everything.

He felt as if he could do anything.

Nothing in the world can hide from him.

It's just

He leaned back in his chair and began to laugh.

"What do I think of all this?"

He picked up the glasses on the table and put them on his eyes.

"I am me!"

"Unique me!"

"No one can replace me!"

With glasses on, the world is as simple as ever.

Even if his heart, as clear as a mirror, can never go back to the past.

But

It's like something he thought about a long time ago.

If you sell the bookstore.

Tens of millions in an instant.

Happy to be an otaku.

Hey, whatever you want.

But he won't do it!

Because, in this case, you can wait to die while eating.

But life will be meaningless.

To be a meaningful person!

This is what his education tells him.

Meow!

A cat's cry came from behind.

Ling Ping'an turns around slowly. He smiles and looks at his pet: "little darling!"

He reached out gently.

The kitten immediately skilfully jumped into his arms.

The little guy is very gentle and close to the host's body.

He stroked the little guy's hair.

It's supple, gentle and tactile.

The nose can smell the nice smell in its hair.

Like the taste of flowers in full bloom in spring.

Light, but Qinren heart.

Ling Ping'an smelled it and felt very comfortable.

He likes the feeling.

Because he's human.

And a gentleman in the human race.

It's just

He closed his eyes slightly.

Who am I?

Where do I come from?

Where are you going?

This is the ultimate question of human beings, which can not help but emerge in the bottom of my heart after all.

And these problems, he knows, as long as he takes off his glasses, he can know.

But he understood that it was not the time to think about these issues.

Because

He lifted his eyes.

It's just a cheap pair of glasses, without any special structure.

What really works is just a spiritual function.

A pure act of consciousness.

Wearing an eye socket means that he thinks he needs protection.

To put down your eyes is to take off your guard.

Now, he's not strong enough.

At least it's not enough to face the truth.

Therefore, he is actually protecting himself by holding his eyes.

It's also a kind of hypnosis.

"Knowing too much is not good after all!"

He said, slowly closing his eyes.

The words written on the desk floated up.

Into the lens of his eye socket.

And into his eyes.

Some things, began to be deliberately digestion.

He still remembered and understood.

But if you don't think about it, you won't remember it.

So, when he opens his eyes again, the world will be normal again.

He smiles and puts his cat on the desk.

Then I looked at the clean rice paper.Pick up the brush and write down four words on the paper: it's hard to be confused!

"It's better to be a little confused!"

"If you're too smart, others won't be able to live!" He said.

That's the truth!

The world, for him, is like a swaddle.

And he's too big.

A little bit of force will tear the swaddle - once he realizes it.

So, it's better to be confused.

You should be confused if you understand.

"Now, I'd better find something to do!" "It's better to distract yourself," he said

Just like now, he is still thinking about these things.

So, he became smart.

It's not good.

It's better to be stupid.

"Alas Thinking of this, he sighed again.

Because he knew that when he realized this, he was actually a little smarter.

If it goes on like this, he will be more and more intelligent.

Maybe, in an hour, he can solve calculus.

At this time tomorrow, Goldbach's conjecture will be proved.

At this time the day after tomorrow, we can write down the unified laws of physics.

Xueba is rising.

But the world will also be torn to pieces by the rise of Xueba.

"What shall we do?"

Ling Ping An looks at his pet.

"I've heard that love makes people stupid?"

"Is that true?"

"Why don't I find someone to fall in love with?"

"To whom?"

"No way..."

"I'm a little smarter again!"

It's torture!

At this time, dududu!

There was a knock outside the door.

Ling Ping'an stands up and arranges his appearance to avoid scaring the guests.

And his pet, is obedient, docile lying in his arms.

He went to the door and opened it. Jade like flowers of the fairy land, Xinluo girl at the gate of

, wearing a simple Maid Dress, has only a slight blush on her face, and looks like a beautiful flower.

It's like Jiangnan beauties coming out of ancient paintings.

Ling Ping'an blinks his eyes to darken his pupils.

It's something he can control.

As a result, the girl in front of her lost her color like a faded landscape painting.

That's much better.

"Miss Yin!" Ling Ping An smiles: "you're here!"

Yin Mingxiu Ying Yifu: "Well! Little girl, say hello to you

Ling Ping'an listened and immediately took a cold breath: "hiss!"

Because he's so smart.

Smart enough that the Silla girl just spoke, he understood everything in an instant.

He even saw countless pictures.

Negotiations within and outside the kingdom of Silla.

The unknown calculations.

The calculations of the well-dressed big men.

Also saw this Silla girl, that sincere, sincere, flawless pure heart.

That's the price of being smart!

He sighed.

He felt that if it goes on like this, I'm afraid Goldbach's conjecture will be proved this afternoon.

It's terrible!

"Who can make me stupid?" He thought.

Yin Mingxiu listened to the sigh of the young master in front of her.

She immediately flustered up: "young master..."

I was about to apologize when I saw the young master step forward.

That pair of bright and deep, as if there are countless wisdom, flashing infinite brilliant eyes straight at her.

It makes her uneasy, shortens her breath, and makes her feel that her mind and will have been deprived.

She trembled.

Trying to control yourself.

But

The young master suddenly extended his hand.

Hold her chin gently as if by magic.

His hands were warm and powerful.

Just touching her skin, she was already short of breath, her adrenaline soared rapidly, and her face immediately became hot and red.

Two ears, but also the same fire.

"Don't talk!" The young master whispered.

This words with magic, but also with infinite charm.

Let Yin Mingxiu willingly close her eyes, she gently bent her knees, in order to facilitate the son's favor.

That's what she's looking forward to.

It's something she's been looking for.

From the first day of education.

From the moment I knew the four words of great harmony in the world.That's what she's determined to do.

For the world, for the world.

I will try my best to do my best!

But the favor of the young master did not come.

He's just dragging his chin.

That pair of eyes with infinite wisdom, as clean as a saint, looking straight at.

Even with her eyes closed, Yin Mingxiu could feel the light of wisdom coming from her eyes, warming her body like the sun.

It makes her feel like swimming in the Yalu River, being cared and cared by the mother river of Silla.

It is also like the warm spring breeze on the banks of the Han River, blowing in the rice fields on both sides.

Bring good luck, also bring blessings and greetings.

"Young master!" Yin Mingxiu let out a cry.

It's quiet, but it's nice.

More with deep affection.

It's like a bowl of clear bird's nest sugar water. Just bow your head, you can taste the sweetness of your daughter.

But

Ling Ping'an let go of the girl in front of him.

"I'm not stupid!"

Say good love can become stupid?

Is it the wrong posture?

Lingping thought.

But he didn't dare to think any more.

Because he knew that if he had figured out the problem.

Then, Goldbach's conjecture can be proved immediately.

I'm afraid the world can't even see the sun tomorrow morning.

Therefore, he can only make himself stupid on this issue.

"Face the wind!"

At this time, the cell phone rings.

He looks down, picks up his cell phone and looks at the caller ID.

It's Auntie!

When this number appears on the phone screen.

Ling Ping'an is ecstatic.

Because, he found that his IQ, when he saw this number, dropped rapidly!

Just now, he's only one step away from solving calculus.

But now

Again degenerated into, can only reluctantly solve the junior high school third grade high element equation.

That's great!

He happily picked up the cell phone.

"Auntie, please make me a little more stupid!" He said sincerely.

www.novelhall.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!