Demon Change the Earth

Time flies.

　　 Unknowingly, most of the military training has passed.

　　 It's the tenth morning now, and all the freshmen are doing a ten-kilometer field training.

　　 Ma Liang ran in the queue panting, striding as hard as the others, shouting loudly, and actually wandering away.

　　 These days, he has been thinking about how to start this crucial first step.

　　 This step is not easy. Ma Liang has such scruples and such considerations. It seems that there is no perfect and foolproof solution.

　　 Is it really necessary to set a "white glove" like a panelist? Leave all these issues to him to deal with?

Do not!

　　 Ma Liang denied this idea without hesitation.

　　 This is extremely dangerous.

　　 Even if "white gloves" are needed, everything needs to be done within the framework he set.

　　 He does not insist on complete mastery, nor does he extravagantly seek perfection, at least the general trend and direction must be determined.

　　 "Classmates work harder, the camp is about to arrive, the top five companies have an extra meal at noon today, and they will be the last to serve everyone, come on, and cheer up!"

　　 When it first started, there were singing and trumpets. At this meeting, there was only a heavy panting. The instructor and the security team followed the whole process. Once someone fell, they would deal with it properly.

　　 But, as long as you can move, you don't have to give up halfway through this. Even the squeamish girl has to run the ten kilometers obediently.

　　 "Old, old horse, I'm dying, I'm dying, I, I'm dying, dying!"

　　 Ma Liang hugged Zhu Ming who was staggering, and looking around, the team ran away.

　　 After three consecutive years, they stretched hundreds of meters back and forth. Many people were stupefied, their eyes were dull, and the whole body was sweaty, just moving mechanically.

　　The campsite is at the foot of the mountain in front. It doesn't seem to be far away, but it's out of reach to run.

　　 "No, it won't work, really, it won't work!" Zhu Ming looked like he was about to pass away, Ma Liang was not as exaggerated as him, tired or tired, but still persisted.

　　 "I'll be there soon if I hold you, hold on...Come on, give me your backpack!"

　　 "Thanks, thanks, buddy, you are really, really awesome."

　　 Ma Liang grinned.

　　 His body is just ordinary. The reason why he can persist is firstly because of his mind and will, and secondly because he is distracted and always thinking about things that are unbelievable in the eyes of ordinary people.

　　 The more you pay attention to the pain, the more painful you are, and the more shaken, the easier it is to give up.

　　 Just like the previous camp, is it the same as Zhu Ming, over-attention, over-concern, over-entanglement of gains and losses and some details, and...

　　 Ma Liang thoughtfully.

　　 may be the tragic experience of the old time and space, which made him a little daunted, just like his strong rejection and resistance to the white glove.

　　 Since white gloves are indispensable, he should actively think of ways, work hard, and fight, even in the worst case, he still has a magic brush.

　　What are you afraid of?

　　 afraid of a fart!

　　 Having figured this out, Ma Liang only felt suddenly enlightened, and even his body felt a lot more relaxed.

　　 "I, I said, Ma, slow down, slow down, slow down!"

　　 Ma Liang said angrily: "Dead fat guy, all overweight, just to reduce your weight!"

　　 At this time, the instructor ran over, looked at the fat man, patted Ma Liang on the shoulder, and fell to the end of the team to look after the others.

　　 After half an hour, the camp is in sight.

　　 Ma Liang is still thinking.

　　 Now that the most difficult decision has been made, the thinking is much clearer.

　　 This time, he will not insist on everything, he just needs to plan the framework, and shape a general trend of surging in the right direction from the beginning.

　　 As for the specific process, evolution, development, etc., it is beyond the scope of ability. Rather than insisting on it, it is better to hand over to the "white glove" job.

　　 is just what this framework is, in other words, what is the highest mission of the birth of this "white glove"?

　　 This supreme mission can only be what Ma Liang wants to achieve and achieve, as well as what to prevent and prevent!

　　 Ma Liang wants time and space turbulence and continuous harvesting of sources, small input and large output.

　　 I want to complete my own strength and transformation.

　　 wants to be a "cartoonist", build his own time and space, and gain true freedom.

　　 There are two things to prevent and prevent.

　　First, it cannot cause apocalyptic disasters, nor can it cause huge losses and regressions in human society and civilization.

　　Secondly, one cannot endanger oneself, whether it is the calm of time and space, or the creation of a magic pen.

　　Think carefully, it seems that's all.

　　 Next is how to set it up!

　　 Ma Liang's brain is wide open.

　　 Will there be such a situation.

　　 In the vague multi-universe, the boundless multi-dimensional space-time, in the corners of the single universe without knowing time, without knowing the dimensions, without knowing the corners of the single universe, a civilization with a high degree of alternative development suddenly came to an end.

　　 When destruction comes, countless dandelion-like seeds flee to the multi-universe and multi-dimensional time and space, hoping that the fire of civilization will be continued and reborn in another piece of soil?

　　 Most of the attempts and efforts have failed, but with such a kind of fire, it has gone through hardships, drifted for countless years, countless universes, countless time and space, and it came to the earth at a certain time, a certain month, a certain day?

　　 On this kind of fire, there is a kind of creation of this civilization!

　　 It is a kind of consciousness similar to the central brain, but without self-consciousness, UU reading www.uukanshu.com has no subjective tendencies and emotions, only the cold, highest mission set at the beginning of creation.

　　Because of the alternative and particularity of this civilization, it does not have a main race.

　　 All the "people" in civilization are the products of combining and debugging with other civilizations?

　　 This way is like a parasite!

　　 Inject your own DNA fragments into the DNA of the parasitic civilization (earth), just like the apples grown from the peach tree after grafting?

　　 Therefore, parasitic civilization is safe!

And because, in the process of fleeing, most of the resources and data on the fire were lost, and the "database" of the creation was incomplete, and all the information about the hometown and civilization history was lost. There is only one supreme mission to drive all the actions of the creation. .

　　 This creation is called the Creator!

　　 Oh, no, the creator is actually himself, it should be the creator (pseudo), it seems omnipotent, but in fact all the source is in his own hands.

　　 Ma Liang will never have any contact or contact with it in order to avoid being discovered by the Wei Li that he has set up.

　　 But Ma Liang needs to define its "database" well and fill it with his own private goods, so that he can hide in the sand after the new system is rolled out.

　　 Think about it again, whether there are loopholes in this setting! ?

　　 seems to work!

　　 "Think again, think again, don't worry, be cautious, be cautious!"

　　 He told himself that.

　　 Just then, he was awakened by a burst of laughter.

　　 It turns out that the camp has arrived, and he was too involved, so he didn't get in, and he was dragging the fat guy who was out of breath and didn't get in and ran forward!

　　 "I have taken it, I have taken it, brother Ma, you will be my brother in the future, my dear brother!" Zhu Ming calmed down and said to Ma Liang.