Fist of Imagination

It's probably some weird peripherals from some weird fan exhibition...Why don't you take this dead fish even if it's delivered to your door?

Shi Yunle glanced at the recipient's name on the document bag and quickly made the above conclusion.

"Fang Weiyu, are you dead?"

"I can't tell. Ah Le, please come over and touch me to see if I'm cold."

"Heh, I'll come right over and beat you to death."

Shi Yunle kicked off his flat shoes and smelled the sweet smell of alcohol as soon as he walked into the living room.

Fang Weiyu rolled up his trousers and went barefoot, holding a large bucket of ice cream and sitting on the carpet. There were several empty tiramisu boxes and wooden chaff cups scattered beside him.

She was wearing big white headphones, her cheeks were flushed, and she was waving the spoon in her hand in rhythm, shaking her head while eating ice cream.

Shi Yunle wrinkled his nose and walked onto the carpet:

"You're not afraid of getting fat if you pour Bailey's liqueur over vanilla ice cream. How much have you drunk?"

Fang Weiyu held up the long-handled spoon:

"I even squeezed in whipped cream! Come over here quickly, and I'll share this bucket of wealth with you!"

"The heat of Po Tian is still about the same."

Shi Yunle turned around and walked to the kitchen, saying at the same time:

"You have a one-time notice of planet elimination and transformation. I threw it on the shoe-changing bench."

Fang Weiyu: "First, what is disposable? What is that?"

"How do I know what it is? It wasn't sent to me!"

"Oh...oh, I'll look at it when I have time. I have a lot to do, and now I have to focus on drinking and eating ice."

Shi Yunle sat down in front of Fang Weiyu with an ice glass, leaned over and took the wine bottle behind Fang Weiyu, and poured two-thirds of Baileys into the glass.

"Want to chat or just drink until tomorrow?" she asked her friend.

Fang Weiyu poked a spoonful into the ice cream: "I want to kill someone!"

"Then you call the producer and the lead engineer, and I'll go to the balcony to get the lithium chainsaw."

Shi Yunle stood up, but his hand was held.

Fang Weiyu put the headphones on his neck and let the increasingly chaotic rhythm leave his ears:

"Want to chat."

Shi Yunle looked at her and nodded, took a sip of the wine in the glass, and said:

"Then let's talk."

I always have to drink and lose my mind before I can talk about business. I don’t know what’s wrong with you.

She turned off her phone and threw it into the gap between the sofa behind Fang Weiyu:

"Say it."

"Where to start..."

Fang Weiyu closed his eyes and raised his head slightly:

"Shi Yunle, what do you think of the gray urban ghost stories I wrote?"

"I won't look at it. Thank you."

"Oh yes, if you don't look at it, then I'll tell you directly that it's not good."

Fang Weiyu paused and said:

“The Gray City Ghost Story series is just a third-rate work from beginning to end.

"Form, content, texture, interest, quality... No matter how you evaluate it, it is a third-rate product."

"As far as I know, you spent many nights working on it. You were always serious and never half-hearted."

When Shi Yunle was still about to say something, he saw Fang Weiyu open his eyes.

"But that's all."

Fang Weiyu straightened his back and said:

“I loved it, but it was third-rate.

"Sometimes I love myself very much and brag about myself, but I know that Siqian Street master Fang Weiyu and her novels are just third-rate stuff."

"I don't completely object to what you said."

Shi Yunle handed the half-drunk glass to Fang Weiyu, took the ice cream bucket in front of her and took a scoop.

Fang Weiyu felt the coolness coming from his fingertips, swallowed to suppress the rising iceberg in his heart, and said:

“I am not qualified to create with Oshima Takemi-sensei, and Gray City Ghost Story is not worthy of thousands of artists putting down their work.

“Those first-class people should come together for first-class work so that their talent is not wasted.

“This is a matter of course.

“But the world doesn’t seem to run in a natural way. Neither I nor my work itself is important. What matters is money, luck, and the appreciation of some so-called big shots.

"Why is it okay if they say I can do it, and if they say I am worthy? I don't fucking deserve it!"

Fang Weiyu raised his head and drank the remaining half glass of Baileys, crunching the ice cubes, and handed the glass back to Shi Yunle:

“Do you want this unexpected success?

"The stupid rich man chose you to spend money between the krypton gold tower defense you made last year and "Belmondo". Do you accept it?"

Shi Yunle caught her wine glass:

"Becoming rich and noble without justice is like a floating cloud to me."

"cool!"

Fang Weiyu fell back, her drunkenness welling up. She no longer had the strength to sit up and make a loud noise, so she could only whisper to herself with broken ice in her mouth:

"So I don't choose the idiots from Qinggenfeng Cultural and Creative Industries, nor the idiots from Compound Eye Media, but my life is so stupid now... Damn it, why are there only these three idiot options? Can Blue Star explode quickly? ah!"

…

"This thing seems to be about to explode. Lao Liang, is it really okay for you to do this?"

Li Zhixian watched his partner's movements through the cross-border live broadcast with concern:

"Do you want to check more information before taking action?"

In the Haina Magic Palace, Liang De stood in mid-air, slowly turning his right hand stretched forward.

Countless gray-black inner energy tentacles protruded from his palm. At the other end of the tentacles, the originally saucer-shaped Yper had swelled into a vibrating ball of uncertain reality.

Coupled with the gray-black inner energy that is constantly floating on the surface, this alien spacecraft looks like a furious blackened rambutan.

"Brother Xian, you don't have to worry. With my astonishing technical strength, even if I violently invade alien technological creations that I have never seen before, I will never..."

"Boom!!!!"

After a loud noise, the Ypres spacecraft, entangled in black gas, exploded into pieces.

I don’t know what kind of material this spacecraft is made of. After the explosion, the sky was completely clean, without even a trace of smoke and dust being stirred up. This reflects the excellent environmental awareness of our alien friends.

"Hahaha……"

Liang De slowly took back his right hand, stood with his hands behind his back and said:

"It's exactly what I expected."

"It's not what you expected!"

Li Zhixian opened his mouth half-open:

"You're talking about secretly invading the spacecraft's information system. If the enemy planes come first, you might as well capture those two screaming chickens and torture them."

"Look over there."

Li Zhixian turned his eyes and saw that in the center of the explosion, a half-virtual and half-real spaceship emerged out of thin air, growing when it saw the wind.

When it was first born, the spaceship was only the size of a chicken pancake. In the blink of an eye, it returned to the size of a hawthorn pot helmet, and grew rapidly towards the size of a large naan of Aymank.

"This is the core function of the Sinaro spacecraft - material reshaping."

Liang De browsed the stolen alien e-book in his mind and shared it with Li Zhixian:

"According to the information, this function comes from the racial talent of the Sinaro people, which can convert conventional matter into extremely low-density warm dark matter and store it, and can also restore or transform it later.

“The two screaming chickens just now are named Anson and Wells.

"They plan to use the amplified innate ability of the spaceship to eliminate the Blue Star, and then create a model of the Blue Star to participate in the Sinaro Original Fantasy Civilization Modeling Competition three thousand years later."

Liang De unfolded the star chart of Taurus in front of him, clicked on the planet K2-155d, and said:

"The revolution period of the Sinaro people's home star is 40.6835 blue star days. If three thousand years are converted into blue star time, it is about 334 years.

“Even with the assistance of spacecraft amplification, the construction period is very tight, and they will try their best to speed up the elimination of Blue Star.

"According to feedback from the avatar I sent to track them, after these two Sinaros ordered a new spaceship, in order to rush the work, they started a billion-level massacre in this city with their bare hands.

"Just now, the American cockroach, which has long been a part of this city's culture, has completely ceased to exist."

What's going on with that sad tone of your voice?

Li Zhixian quickly shook his head to get rid of his imagination of billions of cockroaches and said:

"Wait a minute, does Blue Star count as a native fantasy civilization? This is plagiarism!"

Liang De spread his hands: "The evidence is gone. You said I plagiarized. Do you have any evidence?"

"Despicable alien!"

"It doesn't matter to me whether it's despicable or not. I'm quite confident in this field, but...

"I've seen them use their abilities hundreds of millions of times, and I've touched the Ypres all over, but no matter how you look at it, these two screaming chickens and their ship shouldn't be able to do this.

"It shouldn't be, how is it possible? This ship is even using a fucking space folding nuclear furnace... and the product it transforms is not dark matter at all!

"As a method that can prevent conventional matter from participating in the four basic interactions at such a low cost, I can only think of my master's Five Elements Escape School, which is based on Wanhua Xuyuan and is known as 'six dusts, all four elements are empty' .

"So now I have a very scary conclusion."

Liang De took a deep breath from the cigarette in his hand and said seriously:

"Brother Xian, they are funny aliens."

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