Mystery Makes Me Strong

Then Zhao Han asked the narrator's seed: "The source crystal will be given to you later. Now you can tell me how to save my uncle?"

"Okay, just ask Xiao Huan." The narrator said casually.

"..." Zhao Han was stunned.

She was a little confused.

Something seems wrong?

In that case, wouldn't it be better to ask Xiao Huan for help directly from the beginning?

In that case, she only needs to promise Xiao Huan to borrow the alien species; and now, she has borrowed the source crystal from Xiao Huan for the narrator's seed, and she has to ask Xiao Huan again.

How can she be?

I can only ask embarrassingly again.

Fortunately, Xiao Huan is really magnanimous, and said generously:

"It's simple, just borrow the time I play and double it. Also, you have to play the leading role in future dramas."

Zhao Han understood that the other party was going to use the illusion to save his uncle.

It's just that the illusion has the best effect on ordinary people. Can it still be effective on a different kind of master like Uncle Shang?

…………

Chaos, psychedelic, colorful source world somewhere.

A green variant, facing a white variant, wandered back and forth.

If you look closely, there is a tiny white line above the two alien species, and it leads to the same direction.

"What do you want?" The white alien asked a little scared.

It felt a force of destruction and devouring from the opponent.

And the strength gap between the two sides is too big, one is an adult, the other is cricket.

"I've always wondered, how did you prophecy guys predict?" The green alien made a voice.

"Oh, it's very simple. There is a certain existence somewhere that will leak some information inadvertently, let us pick it up." The white alien replied.

"Oh, I see, there is a guy who told you, and then you know the future development." The green alien said suddenly.

"That's it."

"Who is that guy, do you know?"

"I don't know, I think it should be the will of the universe, the existence of the creator..." The white alien speculated.

"I'm going to help your master for a while, and you have to play the role of a prophet and pretend to be me."

"Well, by the way, you wouldn't want to eat me, would you?"

"How do you know? No, I wouldn't do that."

"Tell you, I'm a different species of your master's student, and I'm very close. If you eat me, you will never be able to explain it, and you will definitely be beaten in half."

"Che, didn't you still want to leave Lao Zhao before?"

"Didn't I escape in the end? It's because I foresaw the threat of death."

"I hate prophets."

Zhao Han knew nothing about the conversation between Xiao Huan and the narrator.

She could never have imagined that such a thrilling story would have happened in secret under the teacher's wings under the quiet time.

…………

Somewhere in the desert world.

Like Blood Island, it is the invasion of the source world, and the space-time fragments caused by it, but the scenery is different.

The endless yellow sand, at first glance, sand, sand, or sand; hot sun, dry wind, at first glance, drought, drought, or drought.

Scattered camel thorns grow tenaciously under the sand dunes, relying on the long root system to absorb a little water to survive.

Life is extremely precious here, and water is extremely scarce here.

The Zhao Wei family appeared in the desert.

He, his wife, and his son, as well as the faithful housekeeper of Zhao's house, were four of them.

"Jun Zhao, are we going to build our own city here?" asked the gentle Dongdao wife, murmured.

"Yes, the arid and desperate desert can make people very satisfied with their current life at a glance." Zhao Wei said with a smile.

A few years old son looked at this desolate world ignorantly. He didn't like it very much, but he didn't dare to say anything. He was very sensible when he was very young.

Zhao Wei's biological son, he would never raise him indulgently.

"Master is wise." The housekeeper fulfilled his responsibilities in a timely manner.

Even if the master fell into the cesspool, he should quickly praise the posture of the master when he fell - he was so handsome.

"Dad, but what if there is no one?" The son finally asked boldly.

"There are a lot of people. There are many, many people in McCann who want to escape. A few million can't get it, but tens of thousands are enough." Zhao Wei obviously planned everything.

A city in his mind, a place to live in his mind.

After so many years of dormancy, when everyone thought he enjoyed the hot kang head of his wife and children, he finally got a big one.

To say he is evil is indeed evil.

But his original purpose was to create a warm and peaceful city so that he could live in peace.

From this point of view, he and Wen Rensheng have a common pursuit.

Otherwise, the two would not have been neighbors for so many years.

Immediately, Zhao Wei began to display his skills, in the center of the desert, rain afforestation, and build isolation belts to prevent moisture from evaporating.

An oasis that rises around a large lake.

The desert is hopeless, but the oasis is full of hope.

The contrast between despair and hope, the desert oasis, is an excellent attraction in itself.

"Dad is amazing." The son clapped his hands and cheered, a little impatient to jump into the lake.

Zhao Wei shook his head: "This is nothing, just changing some illusory things."

At this moment, a dark cloud floated in the sky.

Another rain fell.

He frowned slightly, then relieved.

Time suddenly accelerated.

Cities are built, immigrants arrive.

Reincarnation begins, the bottom line is broken.

People are used to a new way of life, and everyone doesn't have to worry about what happens after death, they can be reincarnated indefinitely anyway.

People are full of hope, live seriously, work hard, and accumulate for the next life.

Desperately improve yourself and strive to learn knowledge.

The third life, no, many people start to slack after the first life.

The accumulated wealth is enough, why do you have to work hard?

No matter how hard you work, there are people who work harder than you; no matter how hard you work, there are people who work harder than you.

Not to mention, one step behind, one step behind, it is better to lie down and enjoy life.

Those who lay flat and do not want to make progress gradually occupy most of the city.

If that's all, that's fine.

More and more people began to pursue a more depraved and indescribable way of life.

Therefore, sin was born, with reincarnation, and many people became unscrupulous.

They did not become infinitely progressive because of infinite life and infinite reincarnation.

Instead, a sin city was born.

"Too fake." Zhao Wei shook his head, waved his hand, and the illusory city disappeared.

It turned out that he had already seen the evolution behind it, and it was all fake.

He then continued to build the infrastructure, as if playing SimCity Real.

Another dark cloud drifted stubbornly past.

This time, the devil invaded.

People who are addicted to infinite reincarnation lose their motivation to forge ahead early.

Technology is backward, entertainment is developed.

There is no innovation, only reproduction.

All this is vulnerable in the face of demons.

"It's interesting." Zhao Wei still reached out and wiped it.

A third dark cloud appeared.

This time, there was an internal rebellion, and an infinite reincarnator accumulated enough knowledge and talent to rebel.

The infinite accumulation of knowledge will bring countless possibilities.

The rebellion of this man destroyed the entire city.

"More and more progress." Zhao Wei praised.

…………

"Hey, your uncle, you can see through everything, it seems that you can't predict anything!" Xiao Huan said to Zhao Han through gritted teeth.

That state, unprecedented seriousness.

Obviously, the three consecutive failures put this guy in a bad mood.

"How to make a ruthless prediction?" Zhao Han worried.

She thinks that the three deductions are very good~www.wuxiamtl.com~ One can change people's minds, but in the end, uncle does not change at all.

why is that?

"Open the door and let out the old news."

"Uh, when the teacher hears it, he will hit you."

"You definitely won't say it, right?" Xiao Huan stared at her and said.

Zhao Han was stunned for a moment, then said, "I won't say it, but someone will tell him."

"Who?"

"Your sister."

"Uh, I actually forgot, my sister has heard the old news about everything. She is really a wise man, and there must be something wrong." Xiao Huan sighed.

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