Mystery Makes Me Strong

At this time, Ping Pong said quietly: "I heard that teachers and principals, conquering other worlds is not all smooth sailing. According to the information on the invasion of the source world, there are a few places that successfully resisted the shots of the principals, and even the local aborigines got The level of life has soared, becoming an existence comparable to the principal."

"No way, no way, no one really thinks that humans can replicate such a miracle? The reason why a miracle is a miracle is because it cannot be repeated. I have heard of the places you mentioned, but they all It is special. For example, a guy from a certain place seduced a female-oriented principal by betraying his masculinity. In fact, that principal is also boring, and he wants to experience the lifestyle of other races..." Silver marbles don't believe it at all .

"Then why do you think that kind of thing won't happen again?" Ping Pong asked rhetorically.

"..." The silver marble has nothing to say, of course it can't guarantee it, and it can't control the power of destiny, and in fact no one can control it. Anyone who says that he has the power of destiny, then it must be a liar.

It is just a prophecy of certain things, or the result of human intervention, and it is far from mastering fate.

"Actually, you have forgotten one more thing. He has done similar things before. He has broken the dark world on the Blood Island, but we thought he broke it just a game illusion, but in fact he has already shaken it." The foundation of the Fragmented World. His power is very strange. It is said that such a powerful force cannot be allowed to enter the Fragmented World, because once it enters, it will burst. For example, the principals can only create the Fragmented World, but cannot directly Enter, or even pay more attention." Ping Pong continued.

"That's right, that's right, I remembered it. It was indeed the case. At that time, he hadn't blocked our perception. I really thought he was just smashing an imperfect illusion. I didn't expect that he had already had that This kind of power is not manifested today." The silver marble rarely reached an agreement with his opponent.

"I doubt it very much, he is the second Miracle Son." Ping Pong said lightly.

"You mean, he actually gained extra strength by betraying his masculinity? He was weak at the beginning, but he grew rapidly after entering, and this has the power to break the world?" The silver marble asked tentatively.

"I have to say, you guessed it right. There is a woman next to him, and I haven't seen through it." Pingpong affirmed.

"No wonder this guy has always paid attention to his appearance. I always thought he was too superficial. I didn't expect to have such a deep routine..." Silver Marble sighed for a long time.

"Yeah, the clown is actually me." Ping Pong rarely took the opportunity to laugh at his opponent, but agreed.

These two scumbags slandered Wen Rensheng behind his back. Fortunately, he didn't know that if he heard these words, he would definitely send them to the most miserable construction sites.

The cell fell silent.

After a long time, the silver marble said: "Should we adjust our strategy?"

"How to adjust? The strategy is set by the people behind us. The direction and execution of the strategy cannot be controlled by us. We can't even raise our opinions. The principals don't care at all." Pingpong shook his head.

Disasters are also arrogant. After all, they are mysterious beings that rely on emotions to survive. Only robots are not arrogant.

The silver marble was silent, it felt the possibility of mission failure for the first time.

In fact, this is very common, just like Wen Rensheng's previous World War II, the front-line soldiers are the most likely to feel the tendency of victory and defeat, on the contrary, some high-level officials are obsessed with waiting for the opportunity of victory.

Ping-pong was also silent.

These two scumbags never expected that the conversation between them would bring a huge shock to the two scumbags.

Of course, the tortoise and the white mouse also have their own ideas, but between disasters and abnormalities, they only talk about strength and background, not friendship. They are weak and school trash, so they should be dominated by each other.

Originally, they wanted to hang out until the end of the world strategy, maybe they could get some leftovers, but looking at it now, it seems that they can go another way?

As for what that road is, the two weak slags tacitly know it.

………

Wen Rensheng punched a broken world, and the waves caused were far more than that.

In Zhongjiang City, within the Disaster Management Bureau, there is a secret meeting place.

Li Yuanfeng reappeared in the venue, which showed that Qu Weijiang's matter had been completely resolved, although it was resolved in a way that no one could have imagined.

In the venue, there was also a naive juvenile panda, enjoying the caress of several beautiful aliens next to it.

Some granny-level heterogeneous masters want to reach out, so they open their mouths and hand out their paws. The difference in treatment is so obvious that Li Yuanfeng can only pretend that he doesn't know him.

Someone asked him who this panda was, and he said, this is definitely not my junior, so don't think too much about it...

"Okay, everyone is here," Director An said first in front of the venue, "First of all, I want to celebrate Grandmaster Li's safe return, everyone give some applause."

Everyone applauded immediately, and even a melodious and vicissitudes of music sounded.

"Oh, oh, oh..."

It's just that the music sounds a bit wrong, it seems to be funeral music?

Looking at the source of the music again, it is from that naive young panda.

Under the doubtful eyes of everyone, the panda smiled mischievously, fiddled with the mobile phone in his palm, and switched to a festive music again - "I'm so happy today".

"Sorry, the song just now was prepared a few days ago. After all, this hand is not a human hand. I just switched it wrong." Panda explained embarrassingly.

Li Yuanfeng pulled a long face, ready to go in advance?

That is to say, this brother Xiong thought that he was hopeless earlier, and it was time to prepare for his burial.

"Well, today is indeed a good day. A huge crisis has finally been resolved. This is all thanks to our continuous efforts..." Before Director An finished speaking, a female voice rang out:

"In my opinion, the funeral music is just right, because it heralds our demise." The person who spoke was a beautiful woman. people.

"Ming Si, this word came out of your mouth, it's not just casually." Director An reminded.

Everyone knows the nature of the little panda, and no one really cares about it. It is Li Zongshi's mentorship.

Ming Yuerong is different. She represents the impartial supervisory department, and every word she says must be responsible to everyone.

"Of course I'm not talking about it casually. Have you ever thought about what our inspection and supervision system is based on?" Ming Yuerong said lightly.

"It goes without saying that our founder has long written it down clearly: it is because of the rise of ordinary people, to maintain the balance between ordinary people and aliens, and to develop technology and mysterious power at the same time..." Director An said At this point, I have already understood the original intention of the female supervisor.

His brows were deeply furrowed, and the Wang pattern deepened a bit.

"It seems that you also understand. I want to ask Master Li, you have been the emperor for decades, what would you do if your subordinates were powerful enough to shake your rule?" Ming Yuerong turned to Li Yuanfeng and said.

"I will avoid that kind of thing in advance through good design." Of course, Li Yuanfeng knew what Ming Yuerong wanted to say.

This question, however, is nearly unsolvable.

Because human beings have never faced a situation like today - only one person can master the power of hundreds of millions of people.

He asked himself that even when he was the strongest, he still had to stabilize the basic market. First, he must pay close attention to the inside and outside of the palace, and then ensure that he is well-informed. Emperor, sleep is not restful.

"Then, do you have any good designs now?" Ming Yuerong continued to ask.

"Yes, I once wanted to ask Wenren to be promoted to a master, but he refused; now it seems that I have to marry my beautiful great-great-granddaughter." Li Yuanfeng said lightly.

Hearing this, the little panda raised two middle fingers to him from the corner.

Li Yuanfeng looked at its appearance with contempt, you are no longer a human being, are you still laughing at me for marrying a granddaughter?

"Sure enough, it's the emperor. This idea is to be one step faster than others. That's right. After all, it's a familiar method." Ming Yuerong secretly sarcastically said.

Isn't this a common method used by feudal rulers to marry a daughter to win over powerful factions?

Because they have no way to win over people from the perspective of ideas, because their own feudal rule is based on an extremely selfish and unstable foundation, and it is realized by forcefully seizing and deceiving the world.

They can only rely on in-laws and blood to establish a short-term and stable ruling system.

Under the impact of modern civilization, this method quickly disintegrated.

However, now, this method that has been swept into the garbage dump for a long time has to be used again.

It has to be said that it is a great irony.

At this time, someone at the venue retorted: "Could it be that we can't stabilize each other through ideas and will?"

"Qu Weijiang's will and philosophy were as firm as ours before." Ming Yuerong said again.

Everyone is indifferent, they are the elites among the elites, and they understand a truth very well: Ideas are applied to the collective.

As long as 40% of the group accept it and 30% acquiesce, even if 30% of the group opposes it, it doesn't matter, and the whole group can continue to operate stably.

However, this is completely ineffective for individuals. No one can grasp the individual mentality changes, but the collective mentality can be grasped, just like the composition of this world.

Every basic particle is generated by probability, and the occurrence of probability is uncertain, but hundreds of millions of probabilities overlap to form an extremely stable material world.

Human society and the natural world correspond to each other ingeniously and rationally.