Chapter 81: Calculate the harvest [please subscribe]

When I woke up from Qiqin's dream, Meng Xia was still a little dazed.

From the standpoint of the human race, Qi Qin deserves to be killed.

From the standpoint of the pseudo-saint clan, Qiqin can definitely be called the pride of heaven.

Meng Xia didn't expect that Qiqin was still looking up at the starry sky the next second, but was caught back and gave birth to a child.

This contrast was so strong that Meng Xia unexpectedly did not expect it.

When I dreamed of the Qiqin, Meng Xia felt that the pseudo-saint clan was unstoppable and extremely terrifying.

But in the end, Meng Xia suddenly felt that the pseudo-saint clan seemed not as terrifying as imagined!

This is a race that only focuses on the feet, the only pride who embraces the stars and is dragged into the quagmire by themselves.

Thinking of the fact that Xiao Zhan Wang forced Qiqin to marry him as his concubine, Meng Xia felt even more moved.

Giving birth means having children, you still want to be the king of the harem.

Damn!

The little war king must die!

Meng Xia found paper and pen and began to record the rhythm of parasitic insects observed over the years in the form of rhythm.

First of all, the rhythm of parasitic insects after Qiqin's first meridian.

This rhythm is a courtship signal, and it is more appropriate to trap the pseudo-saints in the estrus period.

After careful consideration, he changed his manuscript three times, and finally named it "Life".

Mengxia had no intention of contempt. Reproduction was the great way, and it was the fundamental event of the continuation of race.

In the human race, this rhythm of life is called love!

Love may have added countless beautiful fantasies, but its essence is still the continuation of life.

Regardless of whether they admit it or not, the human race will also be driven by genetic instinct.

Parasitic insects may be the genes in the human race!

After summarizing the Life Song, Meng Xiazai carefully savored the rhythm of the parasitic insects every time Qiqin was injured.

Under this rhythm, metabolism will be extremely fast.

The wound healing speed is also incredibly fast.

The overall quality of the body will also be greatly enhanced, and even reborn with broken limbs.

If used properly, this may be a secret technique that can sublimate yourself in a short period of time.

After adding and deleting, proofreading and confirming that it is correct, Meng Xia named it "Worry-free".

Recalling two songs in succession, Meng Xia's eyes were filled with fatigue.

Having possessed Qiqin for more than 20 years was also a great test for Meng Xia's body and mind.

Race, gender, belief, worldview

All these are in fierce collisions.

but.

Meng Xia was still insisting, while yawning, she wrote Qiqin's various experiences about writing "Cannon" at that time.

Qiqin's perspective, Mengxia's perspective, parasitic insect perspective.

From three perspectives, the understanding of the canifer song has reached a completely new level.

The essence of the Eternal Music is to overcome oneself and to love and persistence for life.

Small and humble, live and die in the morning, and you can also look up to the morning sun!

Finally, there is the Starry Sky Song.

Mengxia focuses on recording the feeling of flying ants flying into the sky and then embracing the sky.

I was so tired that Meng Xia yawned and her spirits were unprecedentedly depressed.

Meng Xia insisted, and he was afraid that as soon as he corrected his memory, he forgot the feeling of embracing the world with the stars.

If you have never seen it, you may never be able to imagine that Meng Xia can see the shock of the sky with the help of the starry sky.

This is an unspeakable beauty that makes people want to touch it.

What is a great achievement?

That's it!

The Tao is established in the starry sky, even if it passes away, once someone sees the Tao in the starry sky, he will understand his original achievements.

It is countless times more advanced than the so-called historical reputation.

Even if future generations only admire them, they are exclusive to peerless geniuses.

Mediocre people are not even worthy of knowing.

When you see the wise, you will think of the same. Those seniors have set good examples, so naturally, the younger generation must do better.

Meng Xia guessed that Qiqin was also so imagining at that time.

While happy, she wrote her ambitions and bold words on the title page of the Starry Sky Song.

That day, Qiqin was very shy, like a boastful little girl.

But unfortunately, as soon as she embraced the starry sky, her wings were broken by her clan members.

at last.

Meng Xia found a large piece of white paper and began to describe the strings and thin lines he saw that day according to his memory.

The picture is really too abstract, it is completely meaningless lines.

If I hadn't known what he was doing, Meng Xia would probably have been crying by his paintings.

The lines in the sky are chaotic and the color layout is particularly chaotic. Except for occasionally you can see a few lumps of stars, you can't see anything else.

Even so, Meng Xia’s paintings were particularly difficult.

Click!

A drop of blood dripped on the scroll, Meng Xia was slightly stunned.

After touching it with his hands, he realized that he had a nosebleed.

Is the soul overloaded?

Before Meng Xia could get the answer, she saw the blood on the paper slowly seeping through.

at the same time.

All the mighty races in the world look at the sky at the same time!

Dali.

Leaving Beijing.

The Imperial Heaven Supervision Supervisor suddenly stood up from the observatory. The supervisor continued to deduce and calculate, and his expression changed again and again.

The chief clerk of the Imperial Heaven Supervision said in confusion, "Supervisor, what big thing happened?"

The surveillance officer said with a gloomy face, "I just saw the blood-stained starry sky, but for some reason I couldn't deduce anything."

Blood stained the starry sky?

The chief clerk's face changed drastically and he hurriedly asked, "Chief, do you want to report to Your Majesty?"

This is no trivial matter!

When the Imperial Heaven Supervision spoke, you must be cautious, otherwise you will lose your head.

The Imperial Heaven Supervision Supervisor's expression was solemn, "The rise and fall of the world is not at all careless. I will go to the palace to report!"

Just as Dali was traveling in a hurry, a similar scene occurred in the other six human countries.

As for all races in the world, there are more or less some senses at this time.

Somewhere mysterious altar.

Under the altar are the corpses of all races in the world.

The mother nest is constantly wriggling, and eggs are laid one by one.

Maybe something happened to happen that one of the newly laid eggs rolled out and fell into the hands of a corpse.

And this corpse was a human race during its lifetime!

After insisting on drawing the starry sky map, Meng Xia couldn't help but sigh.

And at this moment, the world seemed to be sensing something, and the newly completed starry sky map immediately became gray, and seemed to have existed for countless years.

The lines on the starry sky map seemed to be alive and began to twist and interlaced.
To be continued...