Chapter 1399: Inspect the collapse of faith (part one)

The sun is still shining, but it is getting perfect, and the already beautiful new world is also an empty world.
And I don’t know how many people watched. Believe that the relevant ratings will surely make the TV station boss scream — maybe not, because the TV station boss has given up his career in the lower world, right?
Surrounded by the crowd, He Ming pretended to check the breakdown of faith, and finally dealt with some things.
Flying in the blue sky and white clouds, of course, there are smart shooting machines for global live broadcasts all the way. The highlight is of course the great abs.
At this time, He Ming still couldn't let go: To be honest, he was also quite "complex" about these changes of his own.
Because sometimes, if you are perfect, perfect face and body shape. Including a hair so pure and outstanding. There is no ugly trace of Mr. mites on the beautiful and tall and perfect nose.
Then it can be said that as a mortal, you can't bear the "blasphemy" if you are perfect with mites-of course, it is absolutely impossible in reality, and can only appear on the hypothetical and female reading of the stall literature.
He Ming used to be so "perfect", and at the same time he was able to create more and more equally perfect monkeys than himself.
He is not jealous, and is deeply satisfied, because he is creating great deeds by hanging silk.
And everything that I have, I have no envy, jealousy, and other low-level negative emotions.
Because of getting, possessing, and most importantly, giving too much, he has escaped the influence of incomparable low-level negative emotions.
Of course, his wisdom cannot tolerate him being stupid. Especially such stupid things.
And calling a monkey is certainly not an insult.
I am also a monkey, so this is a kind of courage to face the truth.
Having said that, when "perfect", He Ming didn't know the time that other stupid monkeys used in front of the mirror, and the time in front of the reflective window of the busy street... Not to mention women, it must be very scary.
He doesn't know how much time men need to "consume" every day to check their "moving state".
He just knows that the time he spends in front of the mirror every day is basically equal to half of the time-when shit, half of the time does not forget to appreciate self.
But this time his appearance changed and stabilized. Just the deep green that is very obvious and indescribably beautiful under the yellow skin, and the glittering golden light flows, it is already...
In the beginning, He Ming looked at his arm and there was no "monster" and the thought of "Is it finally going to escape from the monkey?"
There is only an indescribable surprise, this is the artist of this universe. Just use color. The color that must be dreamed of.
There is a saying in the high civilization society in the universe: "If you want to understand a civilization, you just look at its flowers and colors."
And this green light has completely and completely exceeded the color level this universe should have.
What is even more incredible is that He Ming has a vague instinct:
Changes in appearance just because of my soul.
In other words, it is not physical. Huge, thorough, super and other changes in charm.
So in the end, just by himself, He Ming no longer dared to admire it in the mirror, because... he was afraid of becoming sexually cold!
It's not that I'm too handsome, but that this appearance is too "terrible"!
Too handsome to admire myself!
...
That day in the real world. Sweet wife, little wife, mistress, lover...one by one like a windmill, never let go.
From crying and crying to crying and crying.
Is it because of the "fatal charm" that you have hidden?
Do not! It should be the fatal charm of Brother Chun-
No, it should be the extremely deadly charm of the of Chung
No, it should be the incomparable and deadly charm of the gods of Brother Chun...
Well, not to mention this evolved seductive ability.
He Ming steadily changed and waited until fifty hours later. It's back to the second generation of the abdominal muscle brother.
He Ming also thinks that the second generation of the abdominal muscles will continue to howl. Unexpectedly, he was very interested this time, and soon he must have the "beauty" of old beans.
He Ming really had no choice this time. To know that he really has such a "treasure", the wives have already grabbed them one by one!
This is a "life and death" thing.
He didn't have such a "treasure", he almost died. If it weren't for his wife, the mistresses could not kill him anyway.
He Ming was really hard to say at that time: "Fuck" is the best word.
See omnipotent. The old bean who knows everything, this time he has no choice but to shrug his shoulders without pretending, but there is no other way. The little fat boys and the fat Lolita suddenly howled to death.
In the end, it is the little fat boy and fat loli mothers who have super brains and bright brains. They were put on the most advanced close-fitting green clothes to cheat. Suddenly it turned cloudy. The kid is too good to lie!
Later, the second generation of Abdominal Muscle really knew how to "appreciate" Laodou. Crawling all over Lao Dou Zhou. Also tried to bite the meat of Laodou. They, they think, what becomes of what they eat?
After all, the baby cartoons of Shanmeng are the same cartoons as on earth...stupid.
Then the place where He Ming was in a riot...
Therefore, it is very difficult for He Ming to come back this time.
Because it is not only the sensation of the planetary mansions, but also the top fashionists, masters of art and so on in the entire universe. All the high-level idiots who are related to color and art, or eternally pursuing "beauty", are all swarming, even sneaking Enter the planetary mansion-anyway, Brother Abs can't forcefully shoot down their starship.
And this time, the green color of He Ming's skin has become an unparalleled fashion storm in the universe.
The degree of sensation far exceeds the chaos of faith collapse.
It’s a pity that until now, there is no artist at all, or it is completely monopolistic. The scale of wealth can surprise Abdomen and want to rob huge consortiums of clothing, jewelry, cosmetics, etc. There are so many new photos of Abdomen, The new video, as well as on-site research and research, the final unified results, it is impossible to imitate one or two.
The aesthetics and depth of this color reach the highest level that the universe cannot replicate with its own technology.
Just like ordinary people living happily on the earth, they must appreciate the calligraphy of Wang Xizhi, but who can "copy" one or two?
Not at all, those masters of pen calligraphy, in Wang Xizhi's time, did not have the capital to give shoes to the current calligrapher.
Of course, carbon-based monkeys have reason to say that brush writing has long been eliminated. Only for fools!
But this kind of artistic beauty, true arrogant fools will definitely find that they have become human beings in the real world, and the artistic pride possessed by the Chinese. The artistic light of "greatness" (self-boasting).
In the real world, it is just calligraphy with brush writing. The development of a huge system that is unimaginable by humans on Earth. In the past, Abdominal Muscle had consumed so many calligraphy works in one go. Da Shengkui, the luckiest businessman in the latest generation, was dumbfounded.
Because for the people on earth, it is transcendental sanctification. Once possessed, it will move the planet without regrets.
For the intelligent life in the real world, this is an ordinary work of calligraphy.
Of course He Ming shrugged, he didn't suffer a loss, he "sold" everything. In the name of serving the people. So cheap-monkeys can't afford astronomical figures!
Appreciating art requires many, many things. How about having art? A million times the silver in front!
...
"Ah...oh, it's sad, the tragedy of heroes, the old age of heroes, singing to chant the will, how difficult it is to rejuvenate the nation."
In front of He Ming is the famous "Ark of the Covenant" that was lost in the old age.
However, the splendid and mysterious spiritual power has completely corrupted.
Brother Abdomen also thinks that the Ark of the Covenant is already a pile of coffins that can no longer be used. In the zombie world, it must be a black and elegant boutique rich in corrupt art. In the eyes of human beings, well, in the eyes of living people. It was a pile of rotten coffins that were black and smelly.
If it were not for the high-tech force field, the highest force field was projected, and the temperature and humidity were controlled, then this "ark of the covenant" would soon be wiped out. A mass of rancid gas was lifted up and disappeared forever.
How many years later. I believe that only a handful of carbon-based monkeys will have tears to commemorate it.
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, will only be seen in street literature and TV dramas that make money and make tears...
With the slightest use of his eyesight, He Ming was able 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 just a high-tech force field forcibly fixing a state.
And if once the force field disappears, then... it's like a fire disappearing into the fire, or like a water ball disappearing into the water, with a "poof". The human world has always been unable to bear such "corrupt" material.
There are more people around, so I'm going for a trip. At the same time, many little Supermen and Superman guards came out of Dragon Armor Xianyuan one after another. Of course, it is indispensable that there is an anxious feeling on each face, or a hidden anxiety.
Damn, accompany the abdominal muscles in the "low world" for one minute, in the real perfect world, but one hour, super bastard!
What can you do in Dragon Armor Fairy in an hour? A hundred people cut! And it is equivalent to earning at least millions of yuan in game currency.
The game is the game, you kill the enemy, most of his wealth belongs to you. That is to directly burst into the space where you calculate the weight. At the same time, there is a temporary space on the battlefield, the private space of the legion-the private space of the legion, that is, a treasury, and all major players and player forces prioritize attacking this "treasury."
Because the attack is successful, it is a big profit.
After all, even a fierce general couldn't carry all the trophies he killed on his own body, and eventually his speed would be no different from that of a snail. Then, as the most greedy fool, his head and most of his possessions were easily taken off by the enemy.
Despite this, the surrounding crowd is mostly white, and most of them are crying and screaming, and all kinds of plaques have come here.
Looking at the sign, it is distorted Chinese, and at a glance, you know that the same person writes it. Obviously, there is still no pure Chinese writing. It can only be written by immigrants who have just learned Chinese or stowaways.
"We want virtual devices!"
"Brother Abs, help us! I want to enter a new world!"
"I want to enter a new world!"
"Kneel and lick! I want..."
In the end, there are all kinds of placards and voices, which are generally dressed up in various styles, which means to express: asking for a promise.
Despite the screams, he didn't need to use any abilities. He Ming knew what promises and requirements were.
It's very simple. The family of Abdominals serves the people and has a very anxious character. After all, young people, let alone a member of the Abdomina family.
Therefore, all kinds of Superman quotas, of course, to be precise, are Little Superman quotas, and only Little Superman quotas!
Through a variety of ways. Such as the result of one's own immediate family. The elder married a little wife again, so he would treat his quota as a kind of wealth and send it over.
Of course the elders are very happy, although they are stupid, clumsy doctors. But you can still become a little superman, so that's more and more valuable.
After all, the abdominal muscle brother is in the same state as "toad gong", and the number of places for surgery is getting less and less.
Moreover, the treasures of science are limited, and it is impossible for all 8 billion people to become superhuman beings.
When a person at the bottom of society is promoted to a higher position. He is likely to become a supporter of the superior.
Not to mention that after becoming a superhuman being, he will automatically become a supporter of the superhuman world. He does not want more and more members of this superhuman class.
It's just a simple reality: the more members, the fewer cakes, which means that one's superhuman power is becoming less and less valuable.
He Ming pretended to be deaf and dumb, and in the tall, gorgeous, and very huge hall, he waved to the large number of mortals outside the door.
There is a simple reason: before he satisfies the Chinese, how can he serve foreigners?
He Ming then went to inspect the precious cultural relics also in the horse market. Of course it has to do with faith...
And at this time, if someone looks at the court platform, they can see leaders from all over the world, from the chairman to the abdominal muscles, they are all "heavy-faced" inspecting places, especially the empty churches. It's quite funny and weird.
Those who don't know the truth still think that the people on earth are dead, rather than the "nothing simpler" faith collapse.
The reason is no more simple, very simple. Who the still fancy faith this year?
Nothing, everyone knows that if you are familiar with it: money can be a master—in fact, the old age and a certain time and space. People whose money can pass urine stones can't do it either!
Besides, what is the use of faith? It's better to follow the abdominal muscles when you are alive, or your luck index will be stronger, and then become a superman, even the little superman: I have become a god, and I am immortal!
"My real name, Emperor Yongsheng!"
Such a pretending QQ mood can last for hundreds of years, and the sad mortals hundreds of years ago, tut, goodbye friends, friends, I have forgotten you long ago!
Later, He Ming entered the museum of the Abdominal Family, which is also one of the best museums on the planet. He inspected the past all the way and began to accept video conferences from the central government. With high-tech glasses, he can have very convenient video conversations.
But he just made soy sauce and said nothing, silence is golden.
Of course, the final result of this quick meeting, think about it, is to immediately clear the belief objects related to collapse, decay and blackening.
It is replaced by a new type of belief.
As for the devil. If you want to come, then come!
Don’t use the abdominal muscles, the China Alliance is bloodthirsty like crazy~EbookFREE.me~No, crazy like crazy.
The reason for this can be seen by the three brothers Hu Baisen.
As for the breakdown of faith, is there a fart?
In reality, He Ming touched his nose. This feeling is really "interesting"?
Because of the great changes in this chaos, out of ten, nine should be his own "wrong".
"Hmm."
Under the introduction of a high-level museum, a mortal, and a professor who had been beaten up with blood, He Ming nodded pretending to be difficult and thought, "Then, if it is his own fault, what happened?"
He suddenly smiled bitterly in his heart, and to be honest, he still didn't understand.
The whole thing is really dreamlike.
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