Demon Change the Earth

Creator (false) certainly needs to sleep.

This is one of the core rules from the beginning of the setting.

Otherwise, how to resist and remove the influence of the space-time suppression effect on it as the source?

Otherwise, how to reduce "power consumption", you must know that maintaining its existence is the bulk of the "expenditure" of the new system.

Of course, there is also the most important and most secret reason - if it is not sleeping, how can it leave a neutral position, so that Ma Liang has a chance to do something?

The magic pen can't just be discarded, can it?

So it must be sleeping, whether it is from a practical point of view or from the interests of Ma Liang.

Every time it sleeps, it is a "self-examination and restoration", to clear away the erosion that cannot be detected and resisted by time and space, so as not to change silently and unknowingly, thus getting out of control.

Yes, supernatural beings and sequencers have the possibility of losing control, and so do they.

As far as space-time is concerned, both are essentially the same, except that the degrees and magnitudes of oscillations and errors are different.

As much force is exerted on space-time, so much force will be fed back to you by space-time.

In the evening, the old man went up the mountain to pick a big rooster and killed it. Before it was dark, he prepared dinner for Ma Liang.

The aroma of the chicken pot came in from the crack of the window, and Ma Liang was sitting in front of his old desk with a magic pen in his hand.

Although the creator (false) is asleep, it does not mean that the magic pen can be used without any scruples.

Just like the gardener has taken a break for a while, but as a seedling, you can't "stand out" too much.

What if the gardener wakes up? What if the gardener thinks you are "sick" and pays special attention to you?

So, how to use it, how to use it, you still have to be extremely careful, you must grasp a speed, a speed that will not attract its attention, and at the same time can secretly grab extra nutrients.

Ma Liang has already considered this speed.

The first is the main material of Sequence 8.

The trip to Shennongjia was a pawn that he laid down ahead of time by estimating the time.

And the period of 3 months is the maximum value of the "gardener"'s continuous work.

Shennongjia must have his main material, even if he doesn't have it now, when the time and place come, there will be.

The second is to solve Xia Fan's troubles.

Don't get me wrong, the magic pen will not operate directly on her, but will tell Ma Liang a method, a method that can be realized within his current ability. This method is not to restore Xia Fan to the original state, but to modulate it.

It's enough to adjust to the extent that Ma Liang's promise to her is fulfilled.

You don't have to be a person to be like a person!

Xia Fan appeared naked and spinning in front of his eyes, Ma Liang's eyes became deep, and he murmured: "Don't worry, I remember it all the time."

"Ryoko, come out and eat!"

"oh!"

The dining table was placed in the yard, and a large pot of local chickens was full of tempting aromas. The moon came out, and the bright moonlight fell down. It looked very warm, and even the breeze blowing in seemed not so cold. up.

Ma Liang remembered his childhood.

It is also this courtyard, a table, and two people, one old and one young, and it is also so quiet and lonely.

Ma Liang poured wine for the old man, the old man was smoking a pipe, and Da Ma sat with a golden knife.

It was only after he finished smoking the bag of cigarettes that he said lightly: "Eat it!"

Ma Liang then picked up the chopsticks.

The taste of the food was very good. The chicken tasted like a different species from the chicken in the city. It was supposed to eat without talking or sleeping, but the old man's feudal patriarchal style was broken tonight.

He knocked the cigarette pot on the soles of his feet, took a sip of his wine, and suddenly said, "What are you going to do with the forests and places on the mountain?"

"What?" Ma Liang raised his head.

"It was originally intended to be passed on to your family business. Your two incompetent uncles have been jealous for a long time. It was nothing to do with them.

Now that you are promising, just talk about your thoughts. "

Ma Liang smiled and said, "Then give it to them."

"You can think about it, you can earn more than a hundred thousand a year."

Even if this number was increased by ten times or a hundred times, Ma Liang would not look down on him anymore.

"I'm leaving tomorrow, I'm so busy, and it's not convenient now..."

The old man nodded and said, "That's right, you have to submit to the government's management if you eat public food. Keeping such a forest farm may affect your official career."

It's not the same thing at all.

But Ma Liang didn't explain. People of the old school are very stubborn, and their angles and ways of seeing the world and thinking about problems have been fixed.

"Then it will be cheaper for those two bastards!" The old man looked unwilling, and he was so depressed that he just drank a glass of wine.

Judging by his appearance and swearing tone, those who didn't know thought he was talking about an enemy.

In fact, they are all his blood relatives.

"What bastards are too ugly. If they are bastards, what are you always? Brother Big Mao, Brother Er Mao, Sister Juanzi, what are they?"

The old man stared at him, "Eat yours, and you've taught me a lesson!"

have to!

Ma Liang didn't say anything, and buried himself in his meal.

After a while.

The old man asked again: "Are you talking about friends?"

Ma Liang hummed.

"Just talk about it. Bring it back and let me have a look at it that day. I might last a few more years with my body."

Ma Liang's eyes became hot when he heard this.

He said in his heart, don't worry when you are old, I will never force you to stay like the old time and space, and you will be safe in this life and live a long life.

"Is there enough money?"

Ma Liang raised his head, blinked his eyes and said with a smile: "What is money, the country can't wait to match up my wife, and money?"

The old man nodded happily, then his expression became serious, and he reprimanded: "See if you can."

Ma Liang just laughed.

"I've saved some over the years, plus what you sent back, I'll leave it to you when you get married, and they don't even think about a penny...Although the country has everything, a man still needs money, and he doesn't have money. It's not hard... Be generous to other girls, be sincere to other parents, don't be petty and tight-lipped, we rural people..."

Listening to his nagging, Ma Liang felt extremely warm.

Memories are like lifting the lid of a pot, floating out in the corners of deliberately ignoring and forgetting.

This old man, this yard, the mountain behind him, those trees above and below the mountain, those chickens and ducks, those people...

The ups and downs, resentment and enmity, all emerged and precipitated with this chatter, and settled into the dishes on the table and the wine in the glass.

The next day, the old man called Ma Liang's uncle and second uncle back.

I also asked the old people in the village to testify and signed the document.

Ma Liang finally pressed his fingerprints, and went to the mountain for a walk. In the afternoon, the family, uncles and brothers had a lively meal in the yard.

Don't look at the old man scolding badly, even the children and grandchildren surround him with a straight face, as if everyone owes him.

But Ma Liang could still tell that he was very happy, from the bottom of his heart.

Yes, is there an old man who doesn't like a full house of children and grandchildren, a big family and harmony?

In the past, it was to protect him, like an old wolf guarding its cubs just out of the nest.

Now that the biggest contradiction is gone, things will naturally go smoothly.

In the evening, Ma Liang got on the bus and left alone.

[Double 11 tomorrow, are you ready to buy your hands? 】