Wu Mo was still counting with his fingers, thinking in a muttering voice,
"You only get a few units a year. Even if you have two thousand years, you can't have hundreds of thousands of units?"
He didn't dare to raise this question in public. If he showed his cowardice again, would he still be shameless?
As if seeing Wu Mo's embarrassment, Fang Duoer explained in time,
"Hundreds of thousands of intelligence brains, spread across the entire empire, are obviously not enough. But there is nothing we can do. There are even fewer people in the empire who are capable of tinkering with intelligence brains. If we add them all together, they can't exceed a thousand people."
There was a hint of helplessness on her pretty face,
"Besides, even if there are just such a small number of people, it is impossible to devote all their time and energy to the brain. As we just said, the level of the brain is closely related to the engraver. According to the level of the engraver, the intelligence is roughly divided into four categories. files."
"The first-level intelligence brain has the largest number and is also the lowest level. It is generally called the satellite-level intelligence brain. Below the sage, there are some outstanding teachers and masters. The intelligence brains engraved by them are the first-level intelligence brains. Brains are mainly used on spaceships or in managing certain important urban nodes."
"The vast majority of first-level intelligence brains do not have the ability to absorb intellectual fluid. In other words, their attributes are solidified and basically cannot be further improved."
"The intelligence engraved by ordinary sages is a second-level intelligence. It is mainly used in very large star ports or less important administrative stars. It is also called a planet-level intelligence. Second-level intelligence is common They can slowly absorb the intellectual fluid, but the process is very long, but at last there is a little possibility of cultivation."
"High-level sages with five rings or above correspond to third-level intelligence brains, which are mainly used on top starships or on the main stars of various star fields, that is, stellar-level intelligence brains. The number of such intelligence brains is quite rare. , but their chemical properties are relatively active, and they consume nearly half of the empire’s intellectual fluid. Although the path of evolution is still unclear, it can ultimately be regarded as the germ of an intelligent life..."
Fang Duo'er almost let it slip, swallowing the word 'fate' alive, and in desperation, warned sternly,
"I will watch you! Keep your mouth shut. Even if you become a Seven-Star Spiritualist, you are not qualified to know these things today."
Everyone in the cabin was trembling.
If you eat too much melon, you will sometimes feel stretched out, which is really not a good thing for these half-grown children.
As for the fourth-level intelligence brain, Fang Duoer did not continue talking about it after all.
In order to complete his achievements in one battle and please Wu Mo, Fang Duoer tried his best to say what should be said and what should not be said, almost without any scruples.
We have to talk about something else, just use it as dessert after the meal to help you digest all the melons you have eaten today.
Fang Duoer calmly changed the topic,
"Wu Mo, tell me, do you have any enemies?"
Her big eyes sparkled with interest,
"In other words, what do the enemies in your eyes look like?"
Wu Mo patted his forehead and thought about it carefully.
"Having grown up like this, have you ever had any enemies?"
"Are those little friends who have fought in the town considered enemies? Those python bears that have torn apart many neighbors, can they be considered enemies? Those lynxes with beards cut off, especially the little white-haired one, can they be considered enemies? Is it an enemy?...Yellow curly hair? Hooked nose? Yu Deyou? Or that Chen Han just now?"
"Currently, the only one who can be said to have any real influence is probably the hooked nose, right? However, he has already turned into ashes, so that's nothing to fight against!"
"It's all over! Now, young master, must he be considered invincible?"
Wu Mo smiled naively and scratched his head proudly.
"I don't seem to have any enemies!"
Come and praise me.
Fang Duoer waved her green-white, round-bellied finger and poked Wu Mo mercilessly.
"Scared! How is that possible? Even if you are an angel, there will be a demon waiting for you in hell! Fortunately, you can still laugh. One look at you, you are just a white guy who knows nothing about the world... a noob. Poor lost lamb, come, come, come, I'll tell you."
"Every life, or every person, will have different enemies at different stages of history. Of course you are no exception, and you must be the kind of person who will always have enemies of life and death."
"The enemy of life and death is the state of life and death between each other, the kind of absolute killing without any mercy; the kind that requires the complete elimination and elimination of the other party both mentally and physically, without any room for maneuver and reconciliation."
Wu Mo was dumbfounded by what he said about holding a gun and a stick.
"Little girl Duo'er, compared to you, I'm just a younger brother with a venomous tongue. Don't you think I'm nice to you?"
Nie Yunfei's heart was still twitching, and she couldn't help but ask for proof,
"Miss Duoer, one, all the time, right..."
Fang Duo'er didn't wait for Nie Yunfei to finish trembling, nodded firmly, and replied neatly,
"Always means throughout all stages of life!"
Wu Mo almost went crazy and almost shouted,
"Damn it, can anyone still live in this?"
Looking at Wu Mo's pale face, Fang Duoer covered her mouth and laughed, her body swaying like a willow branch swaying in the wind.
"We don't drink chicken soup, because this kind of enemy is a real danger, not a motivation to push you forward."
"If you were just an ordinary spiritual person, then of course it wouldn't be a big deal, and I wouldn't be so alarmist at all. But it's a pity, you know you are not."
Fang Duoer's face turned solemn and she said righteously,
"You must have a clear understanding. Obviously, not all mankind or the whole world is your enemy. It is just certain people, or certain ethnic groups, or certain countries. Regardless of whether they are good or bad, good or evil, strong or weak, beneficial or harmful to you, friendly or hostile to you, friendly or unfriendly to you, they will all hate your existence. I wish I could get rid of you quickly."
"No matter what your choice is, whether you escape or face it, even if you escape to the end of the universe, they will kill you as long as there is a chance."
"This is your natural enemy."
Wu Mo seemed to have a little understanding of the meaning of Fang Duo'er's words, but he couldn't describe it accurately in complete words.
It turned out that Miss Duoer was not cursing him, so Wu Mo's face brightened a little and he couldn't help but ask,
"Why is this happening?"
"Because you have no choice at all! You are born as a human being, born as a subject of the Guhua Empire, and born as a member of the Chinese race. You have to bear the grudges of your family and country, and you have to bear them! No matter you Whether you stand by and watch, remain indifferent, or even add insult to injury, it will not change your inherent alignment."
Fang Duoer raised his arm, stretched out an onion-like index finger, pointed at the people in the cabin, and said in a dignified and solemn voice,
"You all have the same choice. This is what is called living as a citizen of the country and dying as a clan ghost."
In the entire cabin No. 1, the lingering sound filled my heart and soul.
Fang Duoer was silent for a while, then crossed her two round and white palms and pressed them against her heart, and said in a deep voice,
"Zhi Nao also has his own destiny, and I also have no choice."
