Chapter 1399 Inspecting the Faith Collapse Incident (Part 1)
The sun is still shining, but it is becoming more and more perfect, and the new world, which is already so beautiful, is also an empty world.
As for Brother Abdominal, I don’t know how many people watched it. I believe the relevant ratings will definitely make the TV station owner scream—maybe not, because the TV station owner has given up his career in the low-level world, right?
Surrounded by the crowd, He Ming pretended to go to check the problem of the collapse of faith, and finally deal with some things.
Flying in the blue sky and white clouds, of course there are intelligent shooting machines for global live broadcast along the way. The highlight of the show is of course the great man with abs.
At this time, He Ming still couldn't let go: To be honest, he also had quite "complicated" feelings about these changes in himself.
Because sometimes, if you're perfect, the perfect face and body. Including a fine hair so pure and excellent. There is no ugly trace of Mr. Mites on the delicate and straight perfect nose.
Then it can be said that as a mortal, you are so perfect that a mite can't bear to "blaspheme"-of course, it is absolutely impossible in reality, and it can only appear on the street stall literature that is supposed to be read by women.
He Ming used to be so "perfect", and at the same time, he was able to create more and more monkeys that were equally perfect and more perfect than himself.
He is not jealous, and is deeply satisfied, because he is creating great things with hanging silk.
And with everything I have, I have no low-level negative emotions such as envy, jealousy, and hatred.
Because of getting, having, and most importantly, giving too much, he has escaped the influence of extremely low-level negative emotions.
Of course, his wisdom cannot tolerate his stupidity. Especially something as stupid as this.
And calling it a monkey is of course not an insult.
I am also a monkey, so this is a kind of courage to face the truth.
Having said that, when it was "perfect", He Ming didn't know the time that other stupid monkeys spent in front of the mirror, and in front of the reflective window on the streets of the downtown... Not to mention women, it must be very scary.
He doesn't know how much time men need to "consume" every day just to check their "attractive state".
He just knows that the time he spends in front of the mirror every day is basically half of the time he spends shitting—when he shits, half of the time he doesn't forget to appreciate himself.
But this time the appearance changed after stabilization.
Just the obvious and indescribably beautiful deep green under this yellow skin, as well as the glittering golden light, are already...
At the beginning, He Ming looked at his arm, and there was no "monster" and the thought of "evolving into a higher life and finally getting rid of the monkey?"
There is only one indescribably stunning, this is this cosmic artist. Just use color. Definitely a coveted color.
There is a saying in the highly civilized society in the universe: "If you want to understand a civilization, you can look at its flowers and colors."
And this kind of green alone has completely, completely exceeded the color level that this universe should have.
What's even more incredible is that He Ming has a vague instinct:
It's just a change in appearance due to one's own soul.
That is to say, it is not the body. Huge, sweeping, super, etc. changes in charisma.
So in the end, He Ming didn't dare to admire himself in front of the mirror anymore, because... he was afraid of becoming frigid!
It's not that I'm too handsome, but that this appearance is too "scary"!
Too handsome to appreciate myself!
...
That day in the real world. Sweet wife, concubine, mistress, lover...everything is turning like a windmill, and they will never let themselves go.
From crying and screaming to crying and screaming.
Is it because of the "fatal charm" that he has hidden?
No! It should be the deadly charm of Brother Chun's body——
No, it should be the incomparably deadly Charm of the God of Brother Chun——
No, it should be the incomparably deadly Charm of the Gods of Brother Chun...
Well, let's not talk about this evolved seductive ability.
He Ming changed steadily, and waited until fifty hours later. It's back to the second generation of the abs brother.
He Ming also thinks that the second generation of Abdominal Brother will keep on howling. Unexpectedly, this time, he was very interested, and soon insisted on having the "good looks" of Lao Dou.
He Ming really had no choice this time. If you know that he really has such a "treasure", the wives have already snatched it up one by one!
It's a "die or die" thing.
He didn't have this "treasure" and he almost died. If it weren't for his wife, the mistresses and lovers would not be able to kill him anyway.
He Ming really couldn't say it that time: "fuck" is the best word.
See omnipotent. The old man who is everything depends on, this time there is no pretense but he shrugged his shoulders but there is nothing he can do. All the little fat boys and the fat loli screamed like hell.
In the end, there are little fat boys, fat loli mothers with big breasts, big brains and bright minds. Put them, they put on a kind of the most advanced close-fitting green clothes, and carry out deception. Suddenly cloudy. ——Little brat is so easy to deceive!
Afterwards, the second generation of abs brothers really knew how to "appreciate" Laodou this time. Crawl all over Laodou's body. He also tried to chew on the old bean's flesh. They, they think, what to eat becomes what?
After all, Shanmeng's baby cartoons are the same as those on Earth... stupid.
Afterwards, the place where He Ming was located became a mess...
So it was not easy for He Ming to come back this time.
Because it is not only the sensation of the planet’s mansion, but also the top fashion designers, art masters, etc. of the entire universe, etc., all high-level idiots who are related to color and art, or pursue "beauty" in eternal life, all flock here, and even smuggle in. Enter the planetary mansion - anyway, it is impossible for the abs to forcibly shoot down their starship.
And this time, the green color of He Ming's skin alone has become an unparalleled fashion storm in the entire universe on a large scale.
The degree of sensation far exceeds the chaos of the collapse of belief.
It's a pity that until now, there are no artists at all, or they are completely monopolized. The scale of wealth can surprise Brother Abab and want to rob huge consortia of clothing, jewelry, cosmetics, etc. There are as many new photos, New videos, as well as on-site research studies, the final unified results cannot be imitated.
The aesthetics and profundity of this color reach the highest level that this universe cannot reproduce with its own technology.
Just like ordinary people living happily on the earth, they must appreciate and worship Wang Xizhi's calligraphy, but who can "copy" one or two?
Not at all, those masters of calligraphy with pens, in Wang Xizhi's era, did not have the capital to lift the shoes of a calligrapher today.
Of course, Carbon-Based Monkey has reason to say that brush characters have long since been eliminated. Only fools use it!
But the beauty of this art, the real arrogant fools will surely find out, has become human in the real world, the artistic pride that the Chinese have. "Great" (self-proclaimed) artistic shine.
In the real world, it's just brush calligraphy. A huge system unimaginable by humans on earth has been developed. It was also in the past that Brother Abdomo consumed so many fine calligraphy works in one go. Da Shengkui, the luckiest businessman in the latest generation, was dumbfounded.
Because for people on earth, that is extraordinary. Once you have it, even if you die without regret, you will be able to touch the planet's treasure.
For intelligent life in the real world, this is an ordinary work of calligraphy art.
Of course He Ming shrugged, he didn't suffer a loss, he "sold" them all. In the name of serving the people. So cheap - monkeys can't afford astronomical sums!
Appreciating art requires a lot of experience. What about owning art? A million times as much silver as before!
...
"Ah... oh, it's sad and deplorable. A hero's dirge, a strong man in his old age, sings of his ambition, how difficult it is to rejuvenate the country."
In front of He Ming is the famous "Ark of the Covenant" that was lost in the old times.
But the brilliant and mysterious supernatural power has been completely corrupted.
Brother Abs also thinks that the Ark of the Covenant is already a pile of coffins that couldn't be worse. In the world of zombies, it must be a black elegant boutique rich in corrupt art, in the eyes of humans, um, the eyes of the living. It was a pile of black, smelly, rotten coffins.
If it weren't for the high-tech force field, which can shoot out the maximum force field, as well as control the temperature, humidity, etc., then this "Ark of the Covenant" would be wiped out immediately. A ball of rancid gas rises and disappears forever.
How many years later. I believe that only a very small number of carbon-based monkeys will have tears in their hearts to commemorate.
Perhaps, there will not be such a touching carbon-based monkey.
This kind of great and persistent emotion, in the world of carbon-based monkeys, can only be found in street stall literature and TV dramas that make money and make tears...
He Ming used his eyesight slightly to see the current structure of the "Ark of the Covenant" clearly.
He was in a dilemma for a while, as a leader, he didn't know what to do, because the Ark of the Covenant was actually completely wiped out, and it was completely just a state forcibly fixed by a high-tech force field.
And if once the force field disappears, then... it's like a fire disappearing into the fire, or like a water polo disappearing into the water, with a "poof". The human world has always been difficult and not allowed to bear such "corrupt" substances.
There are more people around, brother abs is traveling. At the same time, many Little Supermen and Superman guards came out of Dragon Armor Fairy One after another. Of course, there is a sense of anxiety on each face, or a hidden anxiety.
Damn it, in the "low-level world" I spent a minute with my abs, but in the real perfect world, it took me an hour, super bastard!
What can one hour do in Dragon Armor? Kill a hundred people! And it is equivalent to earning at least several million yuan in game currency.
The game is the game, you kill the enemy, and most of his wealth belongs to you. That is, it explodes directly into the space where you calculate the load. At the same time, there is also a temporary space on the battlefield, the private space of the legion—the private space of the legion, which is also a treasury, and the major and player forces give priority to attacking this "treasury".
Because the attack is successful, it is a big profit.
After all, it is impossible for even a fierce general to carry all the spoils of kills on himself, and eventually his speed is no different from that of a snail. Then, as the most greedy fool, his head and most of his property will be easily taken away by the enemy.
Even so, the crowds around are still mostly Caucasian, and most of them are crying and screaming, holding various signs and parading here.
Look at the sign above, it is distorted Chinese, and you can tell that it is written by the same person at a glance. Obviously, there is still no pure Chinese writing, only immigrants who have just learned Chinese, or smugglers.
"We want virtual devices!"
"Brother Abs, help us!! I want to enter the new world!"
"I want to enter a new world!"
"Kneel and lick! I want to..."
Finally, there are all kinds of placards and voices, usually dressed in various styles, which means to express: request to fulfill a promise.
Despite the yelling, He Ming knew what kind of promise and request it was without using any ability.
It's very simple. The Abab muscle family serves the people, and they have a very anxious personality. After all, you are young, let alone a member of the abs family.
Therefore, all kinds of superman quotas, of course, to be precise, are small superman quotas, and they can only be small superman quotas!
in various ways. For example, the results of your immediate family members. If the elder marries another concubine, he will treat his quota as a kind of wealth and send it over.
Of course the elders are very happy, even though they are famous doctors who are stupid and clumsy. But it's still possible to be a little Superman, so that's getting more and more valuable.
After all, Brother Abs is in the same state of "toad skill" again, and the number of places for surgery is getting smaller and smaller.
What's more, scientific treasures are limited, and it is impossible for all eight billion people to become superhuman beings.
When a person at the bottom of society rises to the top. It is very likely that he will become a champion of those in power.
Not to mention that after becoming a superhuman being, he automatically became a supporter of the superhuman world. He would not want more and more members of this superhuman class.
It's just a simple fact: the more members, the less cakes, which means that your superhuman power is becoming less and less valuable.
He Ming pretended to be deaf and dumb, and waved to a large number of mortals outside the gate from a distance in the tall, gorgeous and very huge hall.
The reason is very simple: How can he serve foreigners before satisfying the Chinese?
Then He Ming went to inspect the precious cultural relics that were also in Mashi. Of course it has to do with faith...
And at this time, if someone looks at the imperial platform, they can see leaders from all over the country, from the chairman to the brother of the abdominal muscle, all inspecting various places with "serious faces", especially inspecting empty churches. It's really funny and weird.
People who don't know the truth also think that all the people on the earth are dead, rather than the collapse of the "no more simple" belief.
The reason why it couldn't be simpler is very simple. Who the hell still cares about faith these days?
No more, everyone knows the familiar words: money can pass through the gods-in fact, the old era and a certain time and space. Money can pass urine stones, and the feces of people can't do it, it can't be done at all!
Besides, what is the use of faith? It's better to follow the abs brother desperately when you are alive, or your own luck index is stronger, and then become a superman, even if it is a little superman, it is: I have become a god, I have become immortal!
"My real name, Eternal Life Emperor!"
Such a pretentious QQ mood can last for hundreds of years, and the sad mortals hundreds of years ago, tsk tsk, goodbye friend, friend, I have long forgotten you!
Afterwards, He Ming entered the museum of the Abdominal Brother family, which is also one of the best museums on the planet. He inspected the past and began to accept video conferences from the central government. He could conduct very convenient video conversations by wearing high-tech glasses.
But he was just playing soy sauce and didn't say a word, silence is golden.
Of course, the final result of this quick meeting, if you think about it, is to immediately remove the beliefs related to collapse, decay and blackening.
Instead, it is a new type of belief object.
As for demons. If you want to come, then come!
Without Brother Abs, the China Alliance is bloodthirsty. No, a maniac.
The reason for this can be seen by looking at the three Hu Bosen brothers.
As for the collapse of faith, what's the point?
In reality, He Ming touches his nose. Is this kind of feeling really "interesting"?
Because of this chaotic upheaval, eight out of ten, nine times out of ten it should be my own "fault".
"Hmmmm."
Under the introduction of a high-ranking museum executive, a mortal, who looked like a professor, He Ming pretended to be troubled and nodded, thinking in his heart: "Then, if it is my fault, what happened?"
He suddenly smiled bitterly in his heart. To be honest, he still didn't understand it until now.
The whole thing is really like a dream.
PS: The second update. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (m) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.)