The orange cat, who has an epiphany with a few mantras, is still following behind the four-year-old baby, and I don't know when the plot will be triggered.

Obviously, he wanted to concentrate on digging clues on Zhou Zimo, but he still had to deal with Zhao Xiuqi, who kept asking questions.

Tsk, it's really a panacea.

If he hadn't experienced the information explosion of later generations and turned fooling into a talent, he would really not be able to talk to him.

One moment it comes to programming, and the other time it comes to human ...... This is more than ten years in advance, maybe I can introduce two horses to him, and now it is difficult to find an outstanding talent to assist these two young people and babies who are almost "empty talk" dreams.

Mo said that at present, there is a small workshop model composed of two people, and now most of the talents in China are classified into the talent reserves of major companies, even if they do not go to large companies, there are few people who are proud of their talents and will deign to the small workshop, right?

It can be said that if nothing big happens in the future, the current pattern of the Internet has basically been set, and about mobile phones, copycat machines are still very popular in this era, and the real domestic machines have just started.

I have to say that with the rise of domestic machines, a large part of the technical support was refined in the cottage industry chain in the past few years.

However, it is to fool these two people to make mobile phone hardware, and they have no capital, and the research and development of mobile phone hardware requires a lot of capital support.

rashly entering the mobile phone hardware, even if they put on their underwear, it is not enough to be a bottom.

Thinking left and right, and the tail also swinging left and right.

A third of 2011 has passed, and starting next year, domestic aircraft will begin to rise, and DJI will also come up with aerial photography drones to become famous overnight.

There will also be a rampant temple escape in the second half of the year......

Most of the mobile games in this era rely on word of mouth, and they are not as shameless as a game called "The Classic of Mountains and Seas" in later generations.

The orange cat wandered all the way, and his eyes didn't know where to go, completely oblivious to when the boy in front of him stopped.

The violin was playing in my ears and gradually became clearer.

It was an extremely dull timbre, with an incomparably deep mourning in it, and every now and then a piano played a node repeating the melody of a musical scale.

Time seems to be frozen at this time.

The sun was still hanging high in the sky, but there was no heat.

The world seems to have lost its proper temperature.

Every place is like being covered by greenery, and apart from the slightest coolness, there are shadows all over the ground.

Perhaps above the head, there is indeed some kind of existence that separates heaven and earth, cutting off the temperature of the sun and sprinkling boundless despair.

Time is forbidden, and the only music that is still flowing seems eerie.

It sounded out of nowhere, but it soaked the heart, like a piece of ice in the chest, and the chill that penetrated into the bone marrow was like a thin layer of ice on the abyss of death.

You can die at any time, but that doesn't matter.

Again, the feeling of swelling that can't be ignored, but hits my brain all the time—like being connected to a massive amount of thought that I can't afford in an instant.

Although these thoughts are not all negative emotions, most, most of them are hovering in negative emotions, full of distrust of human beings, indifference to everything, despair, loneliness, depression, and several completely unnamed emotions compiled into a dam that cuts off the sea of thoughts.

Fortunately, the orange cat's reaction was slow enough to not act on these negative emotions at that moment.

These emotions come and go quickly.

When he comes, it is like the winter of Siberia, and when he goes, it is like a dike.

The music doesn't stop, but what it conveys is gone, and only pure music remains.

Although it still resonates viscerally when it sounds, it is different from the previous ...... Like a terrifying frenzy of sea water.

It gives birth to some hope out of nothing.

"See you again." In Zhou Zimo's place was another person, whom it had never seen, but knew for no reason that this person was Zhou Zimo, at least in a sense.

Everything about him is hidden behind a curtain of unknowns, it's just a metaphor, but the gaze cast on his face is indeed distorted.

Like the god of dice, but the god of dice is surrounded by a layer of starlight, he doesn't, everything around him seems normal.

"I'm almost gone, and this year is the last year." He spoke in an inconsequential tone about the reality of his established "death" without a trace of regret, as if relieved: "We met four years ago, and before that, for me a long time ago, we also met. ”

Step by step, he walked up to the orange cat.

Can't move!

It is as if it has lost control of its own body, which is not controlled by an external force, as if there is another soul existing in the body that instantly grasps the control of its own body...... Or the control of this orange cat's body.

But that being is not necessarily an orange cat! When Li Zhi switched roles, he felt the soul of the orange cat, which is definitely different from the current controller.

The former is lazy and weak, while the latter is ......

It doesn't know how to describe it.

This power was far beyond all it could comprehend, and it was vaguely bold to suspect that it was most likely superior to Yog.

It's about Yog ontology, not Yog who holds a handful of 98K and becomes invincible.

Yog can open up a sub-plane of coexistence in his own sea of consciousness, but it is only to open up, to develop on the original existence.

But this ...... Monster?

He is making something out of nothing, even though he relies on the image that Li Zhi can understand—human beings, music, and the images and tones of the characters that he can accept in his imagination, and does not detach from human logic.

It's like adding a few lines of code to the game world, generating an "NPC" out of thin air with background music.

This "NPC" is naturally among the other "NPCs" and has his backstory when he appears......

At this time, Li Zhi had something in his mind that was about to come out, but he couldn't break through in a solid seal.

"Your name is Yog?" The ineffable being "walked" over, and Li Zhineng was sure that what he saw was "walking".

But what about a step that spans a distance of nearly twenty meters?

He just took one step, and he was in front of him, and he was lifted high without resistance, "But I remember that your name is Li Zhi - the Li Zhi I 'created'." ”

He spoke words he didn't understand, including "create" and ...... Why did he know his name.

"Yog," a distorted beam of light shrouded its face, especially as he approached the orange cat.

The various pigments were poured into a bucket and stirred with wooden sticks to keep them in a high-speed vortex form, and the color of the paint from directly above it was constantly changing, which also made it slightly closer to the unknown veil that shrouded his face.

"I remember the bubble, and it asked me for the truth about the world." For Yog, he used the term "bubble": "I told it, and then for thousands of years in my world, it has been rising to high latitudes." ”

"It follows that not omniscient is omnipotent." He is still saying to himself, "The more omniscient and omnipotent you are, the more you can appreciate your own powerlessness, which is an inevitable requirement for the world to function." ”

"Last time, another world that 'I' gave you should have been sealed by 'it', right?"

That memory?

Some scattered fragments appeared in Li Zhi's mind, like a streamer flying by, and he could only see some colorful pictures flying by, but he couldn't leave a piece of it.

The memory of gravity was obviously not acceptable to him.