As a professional philosopher, although he spends every minute of his existence in this world chattering endlessly, Tuankeba is always proud of his own incomprehension and incomprehension. Among the Wei Xing Qi Meng, the closest to him is Willy Shaw, and the authority of Wei Xing Qi Meng is the Demon Duke Yi Chaint. But he knew in his heart that even the arcane scholars and the Speaker only knew a little bit about him.
I know a little bit 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 compensation for the last time he was knocked out of the special slide for furballs - although he seriously disagreed with this classification; he was accused of four murders in two city-states, and in another sixteen The city-state received praise for this—the four murders were all imagined by him; due to his overdeveloped nerves, he could sometimes receive signals from the future or from another timeline; he took sour plum baths He will get drunk; every time four total solar eclipses form a straight line, he will come back from the dead.
Also, he had no intention of putting the "leveling theory" into practical use.
No one knows these things.
He's not so proud now. He now particularly wants Willy Xiao, 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 inside a giant clam. The owner of the clam was very impatient, and what he did could never be called polite - he understood the logic, but there was really no other way - which was one of the reasons he hated the practice.
The hair-knotted philosopher stiffened his hair and listened to a whole series of insults that contained 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 drifted in one direction. He knew where to go, but he was going very slowly. Tuankeba came ashore like a beached sea urchin and hung himself on a passing black-hearted roe deer. The roe deer group quickly started running, climbing over the fungus-covered mountains and rushing towards a crystal mine that shone with light.
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 and attracting countless small insects. Countless little bugs ate the impurities and fragments in his hair and sucked out the water - this job soon failed - and he fell into the underground ocean of oil and continued to drift, doing his best to ensure that he was not hit by any bumps. The thing swept away too many limbs.
It's hard. The top of the cave was only two centimeters away from him at his closest point. When the bank was too narrow, it made a banging sound on both sides of his waist. When the tour bus landed again, he was only one-sixth of his original size. 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 blessing that he had not realized before. As a philosopher he knew how to deconstruct this feeling without being too affected.
What matters is not what has to be done. It's about choice. What must be done must be done. There is such a thing 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 floated over the puddles of small puddles.
As long as there are no accidents——
earthquake. Large spiral tunnel worms or gas explosions, the cause is not important, what is important is the result. The wind suddenly turned and knocked him against a stone wall. It would be fine if it were an ordinary partition stone wall, but it was vulnerable and fell apart with just a slap.
Tuankeba was pushed into the gap, the bullet flew up on a shotgun flower, and he hurriedly caught a passing moth. But his heavyweight brain is still too heavy for it. He and the moth swayed and fell into a spider web together.
They hang. Rustling. The spider is coming.
It's not a mechanical hunter, it's not a law compiler, it's 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 soon stopped moving. His brain was still strong enough to allow him to make a choice in this short period of time. He used four braids to weave a suicide note on the net underneath his body.
Before this series of events happened, Tuankeba believed that suicide notes and diaries were too revealing things. But he doesn't think so now.
When the spider had eaten the moth until it was nothing but an empty shell, the suicide note was also compiled. The still hungry spider moved towards him, drool dripping onto his front.
"I'm covered in oil. Do you still want to eat?" Tuankeba said to the spider. Apparently this makes it more palatable to the spider. A hairy leg curled 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 inarticulate sound, opened its mouth and swallowed the hair-knotted philosopher, and coughed violently after a second. It coughed up a leg ball made of braided hair, and its compound eyes turned red angrily.
The tuankeba was hanging precariously on one side of the net, dirty and looked 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—"
Useless. Suicide notes and heartfelt requests are always useless. Unfortunately it's the latter that doesn't work. The spider lifted him high into the air and dropped him into his mouth. Much easier than the first time. Tuankeba shrank into a small ball and slid down its mouth. Total darkness--
Suddenly a bright light appeared. The bright 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 cut on its back and was twitching in a pool of its own blood.
He turned and looked at the timely saviors.
"The spiders have been cleaned up! The spiders have been cleaned up in the house! Mom! We are good children!" They jumped around with their knives in hand, 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 is too short now.
Then he was immediately lifted up. The stench of breath shook him from behind.
"Zhi...volunteer." Zi's mother said.
"I'm a volunteer. I hope you won't eat me." Tuankeba said.
But it seems to be of no use. The purple mother lifted him above her head and opened her mouth.
"Then listen to me again. The last sentence." Tuankeba said. "Take this sentence to Ezhaint. There is something unexplorable that is hunting me. And I am a spy for the Featherless Ones, so——"
(End of chapter)
