Chapter 1086 For 10,000 Years, No One Can Surpass Brother.
"Huhu..." He gasped for breath, and his body became a little heavy again, as if the weight of the whole area was thrown on him like darkness chasing the only light. m
However, the super vision inadvertently saw the entrance of the Shadow City in the system of the Abdominal No. 1. No more, no less. Using the distance measurement in kilometers invented by humans on the earth, no more, no less, exactly 35 million kilometers .
The mood immediately improved, and the speed was greatly accelerated, becoming far faster than light. Crowds of uncountable robots saw a half-white and half-emerald-green light flashing past while they were busy... One minute later, they approached the passage of Shadow City, and then passed the passage at a frenzied speed, paid by Mr. Bill Gates... An energy channel that would go bankrupt in just one second.
Of course, to a certain level of technology, many things are worthless at all, and they are basically bought and sold without money, or created out of nothing.
Just like once on earth real steel was worth more than gold.
And you who live in the 21st century, you take a ton of steel to a gold shop to exchange for a kilogram of gold.
If you can handle a ton of steel, the owner of the gold shop will definitely exchange it for you without hesitation. Just beware of uncountable notes afterwards...
"Oh, shit..." After waking up from sleep, omnipotent power returned to him. After eating and drinking, He Ming inspected the light curtain in front of him, detailing the amazing 3D model of the human beings on the earth, mainly for him to explain the daily engineering volume and the progress of the huge corpse with foolish pictures.
But looking at it this way, it's still really... a lot of pressure. The face of chewing food became a little bitter again.
He Ming found out. He just took out a somewhat deep fist inside the huge corpse. Like someone is a hunk. Ok. The hunk punched his fist into an area as big as a full-grown buffalo, but shaped like a tortoise without limbs.
But behind all of this, his ab muscle brother has put in more than 2,500 hours of hard work. No more, no less, less than a hundred days in earth time.
You know...give He Ming a week, and he can bring the solar system back...to the state of nothingness and big bang.
At most ten seconds, he can sink the earth...
"Let's go back first." He Ming had nothing to say, he ate and drank to satisfy his hungry stomach, and then directly wiped his mouth with his hands, as if he was wiping his mouth after a meal. Ready to go back and rest first. It's really terrible, I'm afraid... no one on earth will believe it. My abs brother still does this coolie all day long?
Tell those powerful gods and demons, then it must be - envy, jealousy and hatred!
The reward is a fucking indestructible substance,
It means that you have entered the invincible flesh mode from now on.
Of course, He Ming didn't dare to be careless. Even powerful scholars of theology and demons who have lived for trillions of years in the multiverse can't tell how many "monsters" there are.
So what if the soul and body are immortal? Get maze-tapped, trapped...and okay. I don't even want to die.
Maze attack, many great gods in Shanmeng, such as Shenshangshen, are proficient in this skill.
Why don't you look at this... the primordial demon of the supreme and holy rank. Tsk tsk, the tragic ending of "uninhibited" life.
in jail.
The top star waiter in the universe.
If it were He Ming who could commit suicide, he would have settled himself immediately. This kind of imprisonment is unimaginable.
...
"It's better to live like this."
Lying on the beach, He Ming played with the Doomsday vs. Zombies in the light curtain. It was really fun.
Soon, there was a group of big beauties and fox spirits under his nose. Those big beauties brought a lot of little kids mainly lolita. So the little brats carnivaled on the beach in groups again. Under He Ming's long legs, a little loli was holding 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 Lolita screamed, then jumped up and down again.
again and again.
It is impossible for these bad boys to grow up in less than a thousand years.
He Ming's teeth were grinding up and down again—he still drank some drinks to quench the fire.
Dear, let's go to the side to play, my brother is still young, and he is not a depraved and strange uncle with no human form.
...
"Hey, it's time to finish "Spiritual Wandering". Look, who has a brother? I finished a masterpiece with a word count of 1.3 billion and 50 million in more than half a month. And on earth, what kind of stupid person has a reading hobby list?" , What North American literature rankings. What Chinese reading rankings, whether it is the Internet or reality, whether it is 10,000 years ago or 10,000 years later, it is... Brother, it cannot be surpassed. It will always be the first. 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 computer, and the emails with various requests were grouped together.
Therefore, in the eyes of the king of mail receiving on earth, it is a picture-like and cartoon-like mail introduction.
After clicking a copy to have a look, He Ming discovered that it was the novel that requested to be updated.
He Ming immediately understood. Because...he didn't even dare to read the novel he "written".
awesome.
Among the data he peeped at the earth, the Huaxia boss read this book because of his relationship... and then fell in love with it.
Watching it all day and night. If you don't have the body of the King of Superman, or the mortal body of the old era, then definitely... thus reducing the precious survival time of the proving ground.
After all, it is not so easy to read the masterpieces of 1.3 billion and a half, especially the masterpieces of this advanced civilization. Come down, it can be called a superb masterpiece.
If you want to see ten lines at a glance, it is simply impossible to do.
So the entertainment on Earth today is very simple, either playing devil games or reading that novel—especially that novel...you can dismiss it if you don’t read it, and you can’t forget it once you read it.
It was a kind of very low-level wisdom and talent being impacted by the artistic crystallization of... unparalleled wisdom and talent.
Great impact on the soul.
Absolutely dumbfounded.
"How did it do it? Is brother abs a god or a man? Is it not just his body or his talent?"
There are a lot of comments about this. And almost everyone does. All this virtue.
It's irresistible. Just like a pervert can't resist a super beautiful woman. A three-day thirsty desert traveler can't resist... white water on tap.
To this. Of course He Ming is welcome, do you want to update? In a word. And as soon as he spoke, it was an order-a certain central optical brain teacher immediately arranged a piece, a large number of updates were prepared, and each section was densely packed, with five thousand words or ten thousand words updated under each article.
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, which came out calmly. In the sun, in the breeze. Really... It must be the favorite sound and favorite moment of all human beings who hate the "new eunuch" the most in the world.
He Ming had no way to pretend... because he began to feel that his update speed was too slow.
Because it counts as a "normal" update. Then there are thousands of devil masterpieces released every day.
Then it is not only a literary feast on the 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... hundreds of billions of gold dollars.
It can be described as the number one richest writer in Shanmeng.
Unprecedented and unprecedented.
But He Ming despises such...poor poor people.
Otherwise... with so many masterpieces, it would take tens of thousands of years for He Ming to publish one book every half a month. Even millions of years.
He didn't even know how many there were. It seems that all the civilization crystallization 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 too much for the people on earth.
...
"Haha, gentlemen and ladies living on the earth, with infinite talents, beyond loneliness, beyond loneliness, beyond your imagination of all the idioms called 'talented' and so on, this... people have created this unprecedented book , the number one masterpiece in the literary world in the last ten thousand years of human civilization, however, this is just a tiny trace of my talent. Now... everything has just begun. Look forward to it."
He Ming used his hands that hadn't typed for a long time to fly his fingers on the light screen. Thank goodness. The physical functions of quasi-powerful gods and demons are not covered, and there will be no backward functions of a carbon-based monkey who does not practice for a week.
His eyes were in the excited mode again, and at the end of typing, he was talking arrogantly again, which must have angered a lot... A fan of a certain brother:
"At the end of the day, believe in my brand. Brother Abs is not as talented as I am! Therefore, the production must be the best. Cheers, let's kill "Pride and Prejudice" in seconds, and tell you a tragic story that moves the world in detail. Happy Diaosi. Of course literature. So classic. Pay attention to the abs brother. I have only a hundred years without changing. Thank you. I will upload it immediately.”
It was uploaded hungrily, not immediately - because the narcissistic He Ming believed that many carbon-based monkeys must be very hungry for such a masterpiece.
If you don't believe me, take a look at the five big statistics in this book.
Clicks: about 888,398 billion.
Recommended: about 654.1 billion.
Collection: about 30 billion.
Subscriptions: 200 million on average. The first chapter is as high as 12 billion.
Monthly tickets to prove whether the character and readers are rich: 5.5 billion.
Of course, many data contributions come from Shanmeng.
It is estimated that the stunned certain editorial department will never understand what happened to this world? Why so many readers popped up overnight.
Not just their family. Many websites are also... making a fortune this way.
They also don't understand that some of their ancestors may be reading the novels they "manage"-in fact, they can't manage at all, let alone clicks, etc., even entering the writer's zone of this IP is a powerless thing ...
"...Can I say dirty words? You're talented, but don't attack our ultimate idol, abs dude!"
A lot of posts like this popped up, and within a few seconds, the page of Earth's Best Novels became very popular again. But many, many people replied in the post: "No. Don't be angry, brother, you understand. Maybe it's Brother Abs's... vest."
"Depressed, is it you, Brother Abdominal? Why don't you come out and prove it."
"Of course it must be. Otherwise, how can you explain so many exclusive prizes for Brother Abs? And..."
Moreover, many smart people have already analyzed He Ming's speech and behavior clearly. Who else but him? Who has such capital and... such a character.
"Opening a new book-wow, it looks good! It's a fortress...I really feel that I don't have enough time. The zombie game and the new book are really amazing. And I haven't finished reading the old book. I updated more than 8,000 chapters in one go and finished it directly. You It's a fortress!"
Moments later, He Ming's new book, the Chinese translation "Candy World" was published.
You can tell just by looking at the name... like "Chicken Soup for the Soul" or "Uncle Tom's Cabin", or "Moby Dick"... Few modern people, especially ignorant netizens will definitely not appreciate it A masterpiece is a virtue.
A carbon-based monkey trying to pretend to be a noble work.
Yet it is destined to try. That's the height it can never fit into.
But in fact, it is... a tragic love story like "A Letter from an Unknown Woman". Of course, this book is a superb masterpiece with a billion words. So it doesn't matter if you miss a single word, and the degree of attraction is even more... unimaginable and impossible for people on earth to create.
Regardless of whether there are no genius brain pills to take on the earth, the writer who works hard to kill a lot of brain cells every day is still a dead man's world. A hard-working author who enjoys first-class conditions but has never been able to create a true masterpiece.
Like the darling of fate, there is always only one person like Brother Abdominal... There is only one in each universe.
And that's exactly what a masterpiece is.
This is a matter of ultimate talent, wisdom, and knowledge. If you have all the conditions, and then work hard for millions of years, you will have a rare chance to create an incredible masterpiece.
Once it was born, it had an honor: to be recorded in history with the powerful gods and demons, the masters of the universe.
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 realized.
It was an indescribable joy and a sense of accomplishment. At least, with ordinary strength, he has reached the height of a powerful god and demon.
Especially in literature, surpassing powerful gods and demons, and doing the best.
The street-striking author on Earth thinks that becoming a great writer will get a bonus left by a certain tycoon king before his death. That is the ultimate realization of literary dreams—it is nothing more than watching the sky from a well and winning the honor of ant writer in the ant kingdom.
The new book is very popular again, and it is a global sensation... So He Ming is good at it again: flattering his brother and rewarding him with meat.
"Come on, brave warriors, your support of literature, your support of genius, your defense of immortality, your approval of truth, goodness and beauty, so everything has a corresponding reward, let us cast everything on luck. Start new book Let’s have a big lottery draw. It’s the tenth floor, the hundredth floor again… this kind of lottery draw. The prizes are the same as last time. Next, please let me summon Brother Abdominal to speak and guarantee the lottery draw.”
"Who would believe that? Brother Abdominal is serving the people..." Many posts suddenly said sourly.
Then a certain IP that many people followed logged in.
"Fuck, I got slapped in the face upstairs. Papapapapa...a lot..."
"Cheers, warriors, warriors. Ladies and gentlemen and children, the time has come to serve the people... We look back on peace because war is cherished. Thank you for participating in today's 'Post Sweepstakes...Post Sweepstakes'. Perfect My little superman quota for eternal life, 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 reply to this post. Special rewards, sofas also have prizes. And two copies."
"!"
The post was just posted, and it only took one-tenth of a second——He Ming looked at the time of the central optical brain, to be precise, it was 0.158 seconds.
Then the sofa came out, and I typed this symbol—and was immediately swallowed up by all kinds of replies. Repliers ignored envy, jealousy and hatred, and typed the fastest...
The speed is so fast that the new webpage immediately becomes a tide of sand.
Every sand is a reply.
The human who typed this reply must first be full of hope, then take a closer look, and finally post crazily with a dirty mouth...until the fingers cramp.
Thankfully, a rambling reply will do.
"?" A burst of fragrance appeared in front of He Ming's eyes together with a shadow. Before He Ming raised his head, a burst of fragrance and a shadow turned into a pile of fragrance and a group of shadows.
He Ming raised his head, but saw that the bride who was going to marry tomorrow, July 1st, had said less... NN times, he came back from the Internet alone, and on the way feeling empty, he sang "You at the Same Table" to the moon heroine.
If He Ming wanted to appreciate that... the experience of the dead turtle, he would definitely... cover his face and cry.
Because the wives laughed at him to death——and asked to sing to them NNNN times with special envy.
God, He Ming only wants to play with student uniforms and never wants to play...those innocent people.
Brother, don't embarrass the future abs brother! You who are still at the same table, why don't you say that you were drowned in the Huangpu River.
What a shame!
What a second-in-law criminal!
I used to be really... brainless, right?
"Hey... are you okay?" Lu Wenjing was surrounded by a group of beautiful friends, including vixen, and maybe also... the ancestor of the beautiful woman. Female.
Their gazes were full of admiration for He Ming's quasi-powerful body of a god and demon in just a pair of beach pants.
He Mingzheng was about to shrink back, to save some spring, and didn't want to see the eyes of the beautiful tablemates, so the indescribable...elements of a happy life. Immediately, my heart became... lustful again.
It's great, to be looked at by the one you love, in such an unbelievable environment, so those middle and second emotions hit his heart lightly, and he couldn't help but smile and say: "It's okay, it's okay, baby... I'm really fine .”
Lu Wenjing smiled like a cute little white rabbit showing her teeth "hehe". The female companions also laughed more happily than the other.
A lot of lolis are too unceremonious to surround them.
All of them look... quite "slutty"?
He Ming felt... his face was a little red.
Do not be like that.
PS: The first update. (To be continued..)
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