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"This lesson is very important, I suggest you can draw the key points..."Xiao Qi said with a smile.

Song Yan was speechless.

"Information, this is a Chinese expression, in fact, it can already be a good summary of this change in the construction level..."Xiao Qi said.

Song Yan nodded: "And then?" ”

"You've been to many worlds, each world is different from each world, such as the earth and the fantasy world, the earth and the earth of the fantasy world..."

Emperors want to create worlds, but under normal circumstances, the worlds they create evolve according to the origin world. The basic laws of physics, such as the flow of water to a lower place, the air that allows ordinary people to breathe, etc., are all copied from the original world, not that they don't want to make changes, but that they can't do it.

"Are you saying that information is something that can only be done above the emperor level?" Song Yan asked.

"It's not that difficult..."Xiao Qi continued to deny: "This kind of thing is a very relative thing. ”

For example, a pencil can be easily broken by an ordinary person, but if a person of Song Yan's level blesses the pencil with a spell or something, then the information of this pencil has changed for mortals.

To a mortal, the pencil is still a pencil, but he cannot observe the blessed spells, and he cannot destroy them with various instruments, so on his cognitive scale, the information that this pencil was originally easy to break has been tampered with to become indestructible.

But if Song Yan comes to break it, it can naturally still be broken, at best, it takes a little more effort, then for Song Yan, this pencil is still an ordinary pencil, and what has been changed is something else.

Song Yan suddenly realized: "You mean, the change of personal information is something that I can't observe, and it's not too advanced?" ”

Xiao Qi shook his head: "You can't say that, from a person to a pig, some fantasy world transformation techniques can be done, but from a human to a Super Saiyan, you may have to make a wish for the cosmic dragon of the Dragon Ball world." ”

"How advanced that person's transformation is depends on how powerful a creature he can eventually transform into..."

Song Yan nodded and said, "So, having said so much, what about the way to deal with him?" ”

Xiao Qi was speechless: "Master, please don't take it like this, you are also a four-dimensional life form now, something on a three-dimensional scale, if you can throw away the inherent concepts, it is easy to defeat..."

Song Yan was a little dumbfounded, for him, most of the knowledge and skills he learned were obtained from the three-dimensional world, and his intellectual class was in the three-dimensional, even if he evolved to the four-dimensional, where would he go to get the four-dimensional skills?

How should a four-dimensional person deal with a three-dimensional person?

Or, how do three-dimensional people respond to two-dimensional people?

Isn't it possible to control him by drawing a circle? Wouldn't you be able to pierce him with a spear?

Song Yan pointed to the void, but he could still feel a kind of stagnation.

He could draw a circle in space, but he lacked a crucial brush, so the circle never took shape...

So Song Yan bit his finger and pointed out.

Instead of dripping with gravity, the crimson blood spread out like the wind, slowly soaking into the space.

After a long time, Song Yan breathed a sigh of relief.

He had already used blood as a pen to draw an enclosed space in this hut.

As soon as this inspiration came, it was a little uncontrollable, Song Yan mobilized his energy and began to fill this space, the land, the water, the mountains, all from this small space, one by one, and even a sun and a moon were born in the end!

"So, this is the creation of the world?" Song Yan looked at this world created by himself with some joy, although it was only less than five square meters, less than the size of a family's toilet, there was only a dim yellow earth and clear water in it, but this was really created by himself...

"I think you may have stolen a different concept..."Xiao Qi said lightly: "This is just a very ordinary material transformation, the real creation of the world, there will not be so much energy provided by the earth..."

Forehead...

Can't you make me feel more complacent?

Song Yan casually put this disappearing realm in the sky, he didn't know how to lift such a sealed space, after all, he drew a circle on the paper and if you want to erase it, you have to find an eraser.

The altitude here is so high, and there is no fear that the plane will hit it, that's all.

Next, it's time to refine the clone.

Of course, the word refining is used very evilly, and it sounds like a certain evil way can do consciousness.

Shinto's doppelganger is very simple to make, just use Bodhi to make a little aura as the soul core, and then build soul empathy.

Soul empathy is a very basic use of divine power, which is probably the same thing as divine possession, but soul empathy is permanent.

Song Yan closed his eyes quietly, and lightly tapped his fingers on the baby's forehead.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw himself.

Seeing oneself from one's own point of view, and seeing oneself from the perspective of a baby, this is something that a mortal cannot do in his whole life with various methods, but for a cultivator, it is so simple.

The brain became familiar with it, and quickly adapted to this dual-perspective experience, and then Song Yan felt an emptiness in his stomach...

This kid is hungry...

Song Yan was a little confused, what should I do?

"Looking for a wet nurse?" Xiao Qi made a suggestion.

"How can this work?" This body lives in itself, how can he be willing to let people serve him.

But this body...

"Go to the hospital, analyze the composition of breast milk, and then find a way to synthesize it..."Xiao Qi said.

Song Yan nodded, and it was probably the only way to do it.

Breast milk contains a chemical called 6-antelosyltetrahydropterin, which functions as a nootropic and strengthens the baby's bones, so it is said that breastfeeding is good.

Of course, the main reason is that Song Yan, who is inexperienced, has no consciousness of buying milk powder diapers at all, and Xiao Qi, who is an artifact, naturally can't think of this.

Now it seems that although this doppelganger is worth looking forward to in the future, it is still a small oil bottle...

New Western Women's Hospital, Song Yan hesitated for a long time and still didn't dare to enter, so she simply stood outside the hospital and used her mental power to probe her breast milk...

Ahem, it's really not voyeurism, it's all for science, well, science...

Probably protein, fat, water, and, huh?

"Song Yan?" An exclamation suddenly sounded from behind him, Song Yan turned his head blankly, and then saw a slightly familiar girl.

It doesn't matter if you can't think of it, Song Yan can directly read her information, Guan Ziqiong, 23 years old this year, oh, it turned out to be her high school classmate.

Song Yan raised his free left hand: "Hi, hello!" ”

Guan Ziqiong didn't reply to this sentence, but pointed at Song Yu in surprise: "You actually have a child?" ”

"Huh?"

"Come, let my sister hug..."

What kind of life...