699. Chapter 690: A little knowledge of Maomao

Author: Going to Winter

Chapter 690: A little knowledge of Maomao

As a professional philosopher, even though he spends every minute of his existence in this world talking incessantly, Tuankeba is always proud of his own incomprehension and incomprehension. Among Wei Xing Qi Mian, the closest to him is Wei Xing Qi Mian.

Lee Shaw, the only authority on the Strange Faces of the Stars is the Demon Duke Ichaint. But he knows in his heart that even the occult scholars and the Speaker only have a superficial understanding of him.

Know a little about Maomao.

He has a powerful brain and a strong spirit, and every "hair" is a nerve bundle; his motor organs are very limited, accounting for only one percent of his body; he has four brothers but he is now the oldest in the family -

- Because he has developed so well that he far exceeds them in both age and size; he has a special theory in "The Theory of Relativity" to explain the above phenomenon; he has a flying machine named Christine, which is undead and melancholic.

The combination of dragonfly and dragonfly was the furry ball that was knocked out last time

He was accused of four murders in two city-states, and was praised for these four murders in sixteen other city-states.

He made them imagine the crimes; due to his over-developed nerves, he could sometimes receive signals from the future or from another timeline; he would get drunk after taking a sour plum bath; and every four consecutive total solar eclipses

When they form a straight line, they will all come back to life.

Also, he had no intention of putting the "leveling theory" into practical use.

No one knows these things.

He is not so proud now. He now particularly wants Willy Shaw, or the Speaker of the Returned Star Council, Izhaint, to know the situation he is facing.

No one knows these things yet.

Tuankeba was waiting in a giant clam. The owner of the clam was very impatient, and what he did could not be called polite - he understood the truth, but in fact there was no other way - this was

One of the reasons he hates practicing.

The hair-knotted philosopher stiffened his hair and listened to a whole series of insults that included many names that he did not have relatives. He endured many slaps and thrown pearls, and was finally kicked out of the clam shell when the water rose.

He floated up and floated in one direction. He knew where to go, but he was going really slowly. Tuankeba came ashore like a beached sea urchin and hung himself on a passing black-hearted roe deer. Roe Deer

The group quickly started running, climbing over the fungus-covered mountains and rushing toward a glowing crystal mine.

The roe deer carrying him was mounted on a transparent crystal tree trunk and threw him deep into the cave.

He rolled down the slope of the cave again, making a deliberately unpleasant noise, attracting countless small insects. Countless small insects ate the impurities and fragments in his hair and sucked up the clean water - the latter part of the work.

It soon failed - he fell into the underground current of oil and continued to drift, trying his best to ensure that he would not be swept away by any uneven objects.

It was difficult. The top of the cave was only two centimeters away from him when he was closest. When the shore was too narrow, the shot made a bang on both sides of his waist. By the time the tour bus came ashore again, he had only six centimeters left.

The size of one. His motor organs were overwhelmed, but his brain power was still sufficient, enough for him to find the one that was barely adequate among the seven or eight pathways in front of him.

Sure enough, before he had gone too far, a gust of wind blew from behind, greatly lightening his burden.

He moved forward, moved forward, moved forward, feeling that standing in court and being accused was a happy thing that he had not realized before. As a philosopher, he knew how to deconstruct this feeling without being too affected.

The important thing is not what must be done, but the choice. What must be done must be done. There is such a rule in the theory of relativity.

Only choices and surprises need to be considered.

The choice so far has been the right one. Tuankeba knows it himself. He drifts through the small quagmire.

As long as there are no accidents——

There was an earthquake. A large spiral tunnel worm or a gas explosion. The cause is not important, the important thing is the result. The wind suddenly changed direction and hit him on a stone wall. It would be fine if it was an ordinary partition stone wall, but it was vulnerable

, it falls apart in one shot.

Tuankeba was pushed into the gap, the bullet flew up on a shotgun, and he hurriedly grabbed a passing moth. But his heavyweight brain was still too heavy for it. He and the moth swayed

Yoyo, we fell into a spider web together.

They were hanging. They were rustling. The spiders were coming.

It is neither a mechanical hunting device nor a law compiler. It is a material spider that usually eats the prey in its web. The spider beside him dug its huge teeth into the moth's head, and the moth quickly stopped moving. His brain

It was still enough, enough for him to make a choice in this short period of time. He used four braids to weave a suicide note on the net under his body.

Before this series of events happened, Tuankeba thought that suicide notes and diaries were too revealing things. But he no longer thinks so.

When the spider had eaten the moth until it was an empty shell, it had compiled a suicide note. The spider, still hungry, came towards him and drooled on his face.

"I'm covered in oil. Do you still want to eat it?" Tuankeba said to the spider. Obviously this made the spider feel more delicious. A hairy leg rolled up the braid on one side of his hair.

"What's your name?" Tuankeba continued to the spider, "My name is -"

"Shut up." The spider made an indistinct sound, opened its mouth and swallowed the hair-knotted philosopher, and coughed violently after a second. It coughed up a leg ball made of hair, and its compound eyes turned red angrily.

The tour bus was hanging precariously on one side of the net. It was dirty and looked small and pitiful.

"If you knew my name and I knew yours, you wouldn't eat me up so quickly. We have a lot to discuss." He continued, "My name is—"

It was useless. Either a suicide note or a sincere request was useless. Unfortunately, it was the latter that was useless. The spider lifted him up high and threw him into his mouth. It was much easier than the first time. The group guest shrank into a

A small ball slid down its mouth. It was pitch black——

A bright light suddenly appeared. The light quickly grew in size, and then filled the entire field of vision.

Tuankeba fell to the ground and looked back. The spider had a huge gash on its back and was twitching in a pool of his own blood.

He turned and looked at the saviors who had appeared just in time.

"The spiders have been swept away! The spiders have been swept away from the house! Mom! We are good children!" They jumped around holding up their knives, their little purple faces full of excitement.

Tuankeba immediately knew what to do. He stretched out his braid to erase the suicide note. But he was too short now.

Then he was immediately lifted up. The stench of breath shook him from behind.

"Volunteer..." said the purple mother.

"I'm a volunteer. I hope you won't eat me." Tuankeba said.

But it seemed to be of no use. The purple mother lifted him above her head and opened her mouth wide.

"Then listen to me one more sentence. The last sentence." Tuankeba said. "Take this sentence to Yichaint. There is an unexplorable existence that is chasing me. And I am the spy of the Featherless One, so

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