Without the influence of the magnetic field, Yan Qin couldn't see the doughnuts, so naturally he didn't hear what the doughnuts said, so he didn't laugh.

can look at the bright expression, you can know that her follower must have said extremely shocking things again.

The main system covers its face.

It really adds IQ to the dough, really!

Yan Qin said: "Suppose you take away a tower, a tower will appear inside, which is a bit like infinite replication, which can also explain why the towers of every doomsday world are exactly the same." ”

Speaking of which, I also took my hands and pinched a small tower and pulled it out.

Sure enough, at the moment when Yan Qin took the tower out of the cover, a small identical tower appeared inside the cover.

The two finally understood how the tower mark of the Jaren came about.

However, now it seems that the tower mark itself is not particularly magical, what is magical should be the invisible cover, it can produce the tower.

Yan Qin pointed to an extremely secret small point of light above the cover and said, "You may be able to print out tall towers here." ”

Mingmei: "What did you say?" ”

Yan Qin was stunned. "It's this little dot that's what makes the tower."

Mingmei: "No, the last sentence, you say, print?"

"Yes!" Yan Qin scratched his head. "I think it's like a kind of printing technology, 4D stereoscopic printing technology, which can directly print the physical ......"

Bright, my heart suddenly brightened.

This tower has the power to build a space-time tunnel, could it be that this tower itself is a space-time tower that is constantly being printed, and it also has a part of the power of space-time?

And that tunnel may simply be a projection of the power of time and space, projecting the reflection of time and space to the other party's world, and the shortest connection can be established.

For example, a river and a tower were originally unrelated, but because of the reflection, the tower was reflected in the river.

Mingmei quickly understood the Taoist ideal.

With a flick of her finger, she took away the invisible hood and tower.

Yan Qin: "......"

Mingmei: "You want it?" ”

Yan Qin smiled. "I don't want it, I just want to say that my wife did a good job."

Mingmei nodded. "Hmmm! Now it's time to clear the loot. ”

In the collection of Qulun, Ming Mei found a telescope-like thing, through which he saw not the flowers and trees outside, but the three thousand worlds.

You can see the creatures of each world, as well as their living environment, and their coordinates.

There is also a pen next to the telescope that can mark those worlds in the void.

Mingmei was next to a few worlds, and saw the world level markers of Qulun markers, and some of the markers were very colloquial.

For example: a bit fierce.

The meat is not tasty.

The mouth is too stinky.

Too many words.

The marks look very human, but only those who have truly experienced the apocalypse know the bloody story behind these few lines.

Mingmei pocketed all these things, and judged in her heart that these things were likely to come from a world where technology and immortal cultivation were parallel, so such strange things would be produced.

This trip is bright and very satisfied, and feels that it is worth the trip, and it is not in vain that she has worked hard to split more than a dozen towers.

After the two of them cleared countless things, they walked out of the tower.

As soon as he walked out, he stopped.

In front of them, there were countless Jaren women, who knelt respectfully on the ground, holding countless children in their hands, and lifted them high as if they were sacrifices, presenting them to Mingmei.

Bright: "......"

Yan Qin once heard a saying: When there is an avalanche, no snowflake is innocent.

The same seems to apply in this land.

None of these children's fathers and mothers are innocent, and their sins are passed down from generation to generation, from father to son, from son to grandchild, and from grandchild to great-great-grandchild.

If the sunshine doesn't come, these children will grow up and be the next executioner.

They are not innocent.

But now, the sunshine has come.

They hadn't grown up yet, their hands were bloody, and they seemed innocent.

These women are smart, well-behaved, quiet, not noisy or noisy.

They held the child high as if to sacrifice the silent lamb, and as if waiting for the bright sun to pick up the child and kiss the child's face.

Yan Qin's eyebrows frowned slightly.

"Do you know what original sin is?"

Countless women's faces were cracked.

In their mythology, of course, there is also the word original sin.

Men and women are created to live happily and carefree.

Because the woman was seduced and ate the fruit of death.

The people began to have death, production, toil, and disaster.

The fruit of death is the original sin of all the people.

The young man in front of them was suggesting to them that although their children's hands were not bloody, the sins of their parents would be passed down from generation to generation, and they would carry them for the rest of their lives.

Someone began to choke.

Someone looked at Mingmei with tearful eyes.

Someone teased his child, hoping that his child would smile, hoping that his innocent smile would make the god of destruction soften a little.

Yan Qin was speechless.

He is not Mingmei, and he can't make decisions instead of Mingmei, so he feels more sorry for her.

If he could fall into sin for her and change her life for peace, he would be willing.

As soon as this thought came to him, he himself was stunned, if this was the case, would he still deserve to stand by her side?

Yan Qin fell into his own paradox and was speechless for a while.

Around.

Except for the innocent giggles of children, there is the suffocating silence of adults.

Mingming's eyes swept over everyone indifferently, and he said a word calmly.

"If there really is a pure lamb among you, then I will forgive them."

She pointed to a smiling child.

The women were overjoyed.

Everyone laughed and looked at Mingmei with expectant eyes, not knowing what method she would use to test their purity.

There are so many of them, there should be a pure one, right?

Thinking like this in their hearts, they have no confidence, most of them grew up eating that meat.

With a bright wrist, I took out two things.

One is to test amethyst, the darker the crystal, the darker the heart.

The other is to expose the short-term expert finger grass.

Mingmei briefly explained the rules, and then asked the women to line up in two teams and test them separately.

The test crystals are there, quiet.

Pointing to the pride on his face, it's time for it to show off its skills again, to see if it doesn't take these women to the bottom.

The women tested one by one, and the black gas of the amethyst never went down, and the women's faces became more and more heavy, and everyone was holding their children with shame on their faces and at a loss.

And the woman who was accused of the sloppy test was even more depressed, this damn grass even told them about stealing men.

Let a few women want to pull the finger grass out of the pot and tear it to pieces.