"Is this?" Zi Chen's eyes narrowed, "Zhang Heng must have wanted to use the sword, but he just suppressed it forcefully." He sighed, because this is also the sorrow of warriors. Since ancient times, knights have used martial arts to chaos and ban, but in modern times, no longer
When it comes to rangers, warriors are probably not even as good as retainers, and most of them are security guards or performers.
What if there was a different environment? For example, in the dark night market that day, would Zhang Heng dare to kill the person who just insulted his mother? He stopped the idea as soon as he thought about it, because as long as he was a little rational, he would
You know, that "fuck" sentence is just a curse word, and the crime will not lead to death.
The other people who noticed Zhang Heng's strange behavior all had their own thoughts, but in the end it was just a fleeting thought. After all, they were just strangers.
But Shang Dong'er had a different feeling. She was almost certain that it was because of the chariot silhouette in Chapter 0222. In the morning, the man's background was free and uninhibited. At this time, Zhang Heng's back was like a violent and repressed beast, with a different temperament.
, but the feeling it gave her was almost the same.
"Call the real estate agent downstairs." Shang Donger said, and then comforted the customers who were watching.
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Zhang Heng's mood had stabilized when he returned to the office. Today's mood has been bad. It fluctuated too much. It may have been affected by several events, but the source was that he had not controlled it well. In the original space, he planned to conquer the world.
, but this cannot be the case in reality. There is some overlapping influence between the two worlds. Is it because there are two consciousnesses coming to the space at any time now, and is it affected by the title of Sun King?
It turns out that religion can also corrupt itself, just like lying. A true master of lies can even deceive himself.
Stretch out your hands, with five hearts facing up, holding them empty, imagining that your left hand is holding the body of the Sun King, and your right hand is holding your own body. One is sitting on the throne, accepting the kneeling of all people! The other is carrying a schoolbag and walking briskly.
When he returned home, a sumptuous dinner had been prepared in the main room and was waiting for his return!
"Boom!"
There seemed to be invisible air currents intertwining, but in fact nothing happened. This was just his consciousness interacting with the chariot in Chapter 0222. His hands seemed to be holding Wan Jun's huge body, and the veins on his forehead popped out. He tried hard to lift his hands.
Fold together.
But in the end, when the hands were still inches apart, they failed. It seemed that the magnetic fields of the same sex were conflicting, and the two consciousnesses seemed to be alive, but they were repelling each other and unwilling to merge together.
Sweat dripped down, dripping onto the table, splashing water, and was quickly evaporated by the heat.
Suddenly, his thoughts changed. His left hand still held the consciousness of the Sun King, but his right hand turned into the squad leader. This time, there was no barrier, and the hands were held together easily!
"Same-sex repels, opposite-sex attracts!" Zhang Heng murmured. The consciousness of both worlds is his, and both are influenced by each other. However, because the environments they are in are different, their performance is different. If they want to merge, it is not
Just rely on imagination. This is the most illusory collision of consciousness. There is a bridge between them, a bridge that both consciousnesses can protect together!
He shook his head. He couldn't understand it just by thinking about it. He could only verify it through time. But no matter what, his consciousness was clear and he guarded his heart. It was just that the nature of his methods was slightly different from the environment. It didn't matter.
Process urgently.
At this time, something suddenly happened in the space. Su Hong rushed into the cave in panic with her child Xia in her arms. It was already night. According to his order, no one was allowed to enter the cave at night, and the cave entrance
And with the Xia tribe guarding it, how could Su Hong get in?
Soon, Cugu and others appeared, but they just stood at the entrance of the cave and did not follow in. Big Beard's bow had already been strung up, and he pointed at Su Hong. Zhang Heng shook his head, unable to communicate with Big Beard and others.
The question of whether the explanation is appropriate or not.
"Wang, this, look at this, this is made by Xia. Wang, are you there..." Su Hong raised an object and shouted at the stone statue, but it was still some distance away from the throne and she did not dare to approach it.
Zhang Heng didn't take it seriously at first, but when he saw the object in Su Hong's hand, he broke free of the stone body instantly, and all his consciousness descended into the space. The Sun King came to life, stabilized his mind, and closed his eyes to experience it carefully.
Sure enough, his senses at this time were completely different from those a moment ago. No matter how powerful his consciousness was, as soon as he entered a different body and came into contact with a different environment, his consciousness was immediately affected.
Here, in the primitive space, a syllable he casually utters may bring about killing and stain the earth with blood. This is an invisible blessing of willpower, and it also brings together the common will of primitive people. It seems that he brought "
"Religion" is too simple to think about, and there are many things that he cannot figure out that are affecting him. Perhaps, it is necessary for him to accept the inheritance of witchcraft...
As soon as his eyes opened, he put these thoughts aside for the time being, stepped down from the throne, and asked urgently: "Is this thing really made by Xia?"
"Wang, hug!" Xia grinned and shouted excitedly, while Su Hong nodded fiercely, looking at Zhang Heng with fear still in her eyes.
"King, woo woo!" Cuckoo's voice came, mixed with longing. The bearded man was still silent, but he had already put down his bow, and his beard was trembling.
Zhang Heng smiled and said: "Well, I'm back. No, actually I've always been here. There is my consciousness in the stone statue. I watch you working hard every day to train and fight..." Although he was very excited about what Su Hong had in his hands.
, but he has learned "restraint" a long time ago. Although he has not reached the super high state of "not to be happy with things and not to be sad with oneself", compared to him, his restraint is really quite strong.
It wasn't until he finished communicating with Cugu and others and calmed down that he hugged the child Xia happily. He had always had an illusion that the ring actually had some kind of connection with the child Xia that he couldn't explain. The surface of the ring had changed twice.
But the only thing that remains unchanged is a pattern similar to Xia's. If it's not a coincidence, then?
It would be false to say that he is not curious about the reason for the appearance of the ring, but the ring has always been a dead object so far. He cannot find out more information about the ring, nor can he speculate. He adjusts his breathing and can only put this question aside for the time being.
.
And he himself really liked this primitive child, the little one who crawled over to him in the cave of the Xia tribe and handed him fruits.
"Xia, tell the king, how did you make this thing?" Zhang Heng hugged Xia and turned around, and finally sat on the throne with Xia in his arms.
Su Hong's face changed instantly, and a light flashed in Cuckoo's eyes. Only the bearded man remained silent.
"King, car, car!" Xia shouted excitedly, gesticulating in the air with his hands.
Zhang Heng was stunned for a moment, and then he recalled that he had given Xia a small toy worth two yuan. It had been such a long time ago. No wonder he didn't recall such a small thing for a while.
When he came back to his senses, he also shouted excitedly: "Yes, this is called a car, but the car you made is called a chariot."
Zhang Heng held up the small object and examined it, "Here, just zoom in and attach the animal pulling the cart. This is an ancient chariot."
One axle, one wheel on the left and one on the left. There is a square carriage on the wheel. It has no roof and only a chassis. There is a trailer in front, which is similar to a plow pocket for plowing and a hook for grinding. It looks very rough, but if you look closely,
Look at it and think it’s ingenious
Heavenly craftsmanship cannot be figured out by anyone who is not a great wise man. He was surprised just by looking at it, not to mention that this thing was made by a small primitive child. Moreover, when it was put together, it actually had...
A bit of a ferocious atmosphere.
"Is he making history, or is history creating him, or maybe he is already a part of history..." Zhang Heng muttered, his thoughts a little confused.
But he looked overjoyed, the chariot was an indispensable war tool for conquest...!!!