Cyber Ghosts - v2 Chapter 242

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“Liu Shuai, I’m asking you a biological question,” Azhe asked, smiling as he ate melon seeds, embracing Xiaoye. “Why don’t humans choose to evolve this way of immortality?”

Liu Shuai took a bite of the apple and said with a smile, “We don’t celebrate the New Year on New Year’s Day, do you ask me what to do?”

“Oh oh!” Zhou Yuan laughed and coaxed, “Our big biologist doesn’t know!”

“Fart!” Liu Shuai smiled and scolded Zhou Yuan, and then said seriously, “In fact, it is very simple. If you live forever, you will not be able to live to death. The entire human race will certainly not evolve-of course, paradoxically, it is people If you ca n’t live forever, but continue to pursue eternal life, you have the possibility of evolution. Such a choice is to sacrifice the eternal life of the individual to achieve the continuous eternal life of the entire ethnic group. “

“It makes sense,” Li Yufei held Chen Busheng’s hand and said with a smile, “I used to think about this when I was involved in the paradox of the three gods. But I still have that question: What do you say, in the end, so that people can Write those theological scriptures, and then generate faith, and then generate gods? “

“I think, maybe it’s inspiration,” Haoning looked at Yu Fei with a smile, and said slowly, “Inspiration from the past, from the present, from the future, or it may be that these wise men look too far away and feel inspired by this world. Right. “

“Well, it makes sense,” Zhou Yuan applauded. “Ben Wukong Taoists decided to write what we said and write a novel. I, in the novel, have a pseudonym!”

“Your pseudonym Ho Ning?” Ho Ning looked at Zhou Yuan coldly, “If you are Ho Ning, who am I?”

“Hahaha,” Zhou Yuan smiled and pointed at Haoning, “Who are you? You don’t know who you are, how do I know who it is?”

“I said Zhou Yuan,” Xiaohong and Lele laughed. “Why, Wukong Taoists no longer distinguish between true and false, except for demons and demons, but they have to write novels?”

“Hey,” Zhou Yuan smiled and scratched his head. “Don’t mention those things in the past, true and false have their own good, true and false have their own evil. In essence, all the truth is presented on the hearts of the people. Just a hint of falsehood. “

“Yeah …” Hao Ning praised, “The so-called truth of a period is actually just eternal truth, a projection in this time and space.”

“Oh, philosopher!” Liu Shuai smiled, “I didn’t expect that we would talk about it.”

Hao Ning smiled and stopped speaking.

“I said Liu Shuai,” Zhou Yuan said politely, “The plaque that gave you a good look,” Liao Zhai Zhai “, he really used your living room as a place where the gods chat?”

“Of course!” Liu Shuai looked at the plaque with a smile, and it said that the four characters of “Liaozhai of the Gods” were written, and the payment was Xiaohai, but few people knew that behind the plaque were actually three other characters-” The Gods List

Liu Shuai felt a little trance and quickly laughed: “So many great gods are chatting here. Isn’t it the gods chatting here?”

“Forget it, of course,” Zhou Yuan smiled happily. “So, you make me a house at the highest level of the gods, and I want to bathe and change my clothes and write this novel for a while. “

“It’s really shameless,” Liu Shuai smiled, “You go to clean up yourself, I’m too lazy to make room for you.”

Regardless of what Liu Shuai said, Zhou Yuan was about to continue, only to hear Zhou Yuan’s mother’s voice flying out of the kitchen: “Xiaoyuan, potatoes are not enough, hurry and buy some potatoes!”

“Oh …” Zhou Yuan’s happy face suddenly pouted, “Why let me go and let my dad go!”

“Hey you are a little bunny,” Dad Zhou Yuan rushed out of the kitchen, holding a rolling pin and pointing at Zhou Yuan with a smile, “Did you see that your mother and I are already too busy? Go ahead!”

“Oh, old Zhou, you look at your sweat!” Zhou Yuan’s mother also came out, wiped the sweat on his forehead with father’s sleeve, and smiled, “Don’t talk about son, let’s hurry and go, son, Be good, buy some potatoes ~ “

“Okay,” Zhou Yuan nodded, but also smiled at seeing his parents go back to the kitchen to prepare the first meal of the New Year.

“I said Wukong Taoist,” Liu Shuai cut an apple to Xiaowen, and said with a smile, “Otherwise, are you going to buy it on the doom cloud? Or pull a vellus to change a bit of potatoes? That, if you want to pluck vellus , Pull it out a little bit, and I ’m afraid of eating diarrhea. “

“Egg!” Zhou Yuan smiled and took out the gold hoop, turned it into a wooden stick, and knocked at Liu Shuai said, “Just somehow, right? It’s a hairy hair? I think your skin is itchy!”

“La La La La La, you can’t hit me,” Liu Shuai’s head appeared with a double dust, and this wooden stick couldn’t beat Liu Shuai, “La La La La La La, no way, I’m so powerful, La la la la la, can’t you hit me? “

“Ding Dong!” The doorbell rang, and Zhou Yuan stopped noisy, and went to open the door with a smile, but came back with a package.

“Honing,” Zhou Yuan looked down at the package and stuffed Hooning, “It’s for you.”

“Mine?” Haoning was a little strange. “Who can know that I am here?”

Ho Ning opened the package and turned out to be a box of potatoes, purple-skinned potatoes, and a letter on it.

“Hey!” Zhou Yuan was a potato at first sight, and happily ran to the kitchen with the potato, “Mom, the potato was bought back!”

Ho Ning opened the letter strangely and saw a line written on it:

It is said that God took seven days to create the world. The first six days were busy, only the seventh day was resting. I think even God is also on this seventh day, right?

The payment is: sevenzhang.

“Sevenzhang?” Ho Ning wondered, “Who is sevenzhang?”

“Hey, sevenzhang is Brother Zhang!” Xiaohong replied with disapproval while feeding Lele with seeds.

“Yeah, yeah,” Liu Shuai also continued to peel oranges for Xiaowen to eat. “You forgot, when we first met Zhang Chihang, her staff called him seven, I really don’t know why, he spoke English. The name turned out to be seven. What does this seven represent? “

Haoning took a deep breath and opened the letter to everyone: “I think, I know what he means by seven …”

Looking at the letter, Liu Shuai and Xiaohong looked dull, and a smile that couldn’t be restrained gradually appeared.

Just about to talk, but was interrupted by Zhou Yuan from the kitchen: “Come and come, let’s eat something to pad first-yes, my book is finished, I guess I can sell a lot of books!”

“Fart,” Liu Shuai was interrupted by Zhou Yuan, unhappy at all, and mumbled, “This broken book can’t be sold!”

“Get off!” Zhou Yuan glared at Liu Shuai, but asked Wang Shiming, who had been watching these live treasures with Bao Yao, smiling, “If my book sells well, I want to use the money to change a commercial building. I ’ve thought about it. It ’s called Yiyuan City. I wonder if your Wang’s company can help build it? “

“No matter how you sell this book,” Wang Shiming took the brave hand and smiled, “Both of us can help you cover it!”

As Wang Shiming smiled and patted Wang Shizhe’s shoulder, Azhe looked back at Wang Shiming, his eyes moved a little.

“Yuanyuan City?” Liu Shuai continued to laugh, “How come it sounds like a two-dollar shop, your name is not high-end, I don’t know I think the whole mall sells only one dollar of goods! , One yuan for the whole audience, you can’t buy a loss for a dollar, you can’t buy a top grade for a dollar, you can’t buy anything, you are so desperate-even a round city, I think it’s better to call it a party city! “

“Rolling and rolling,” Zhou Yuan sees that Liu Shuai has been aiming at himself and is not convinced. “I have a saying in Yuanyuan, do you have it?”

“Hey–” Liu Shuai saw Zhou Yuan and himself on the bar, and he couldn’t admit defeat in front of Xiaowen. The tit-to-tat asked oppositely: “What do you say about your dollar store?”

“You’re only a dollar store!” Zhou Yuan shook his head with a smile ~ www.mtlnovel.com ~ It’s terrible to have no culture. My dollar means a repetition of one dollar, and everything is updated! “Speaking and pointing at the scenery of the Spring Festival outside the window,” you see, it is the new year, it is the new year, Vientiane is updated, you talk about it, what is your saying in Yifang City? “

“I …” Liu Shuai was so choked by Zhou Yuan that he didn’t know what to say. Speaking of culture, he naturally didn’t know as much as Zhou Yuan, who likes to read ancient books. He looked down at Xiao Wen and chuckled, blushing. Admit defeat, looked at the people around, and his eyes turned and said: “This Yifang City is more natural! You listen to–“

I saw Liu Shuai looked at everyone, pointed at everyone’s chest, and said with a smile:

“Yifang Pure Land, at ease!”

Zhou Yuan froze, stood up, and seriously bowed to Liu Shuai seriously:

Yifang Pure Land is at home.

End of the book

The following is a postscript of some key explanations of this book, and interested friends can take a look.

{Old iron please remember}