I Contracted Myself

Dahuang City, Xiaoqian Street.

The early morning sun slowly dispelled the darkness in the alleys, and the elderly, children, and foreigners gradually appeared on the streets. Everyone greeted each other, and the atmosphere was lively and harmonious.

At this time, in one of the houses, the sound of the alarm clock penetrated the window. Many people laughed when they heard the sound, and they were obviously used to it.

"Ding ding ding!"

Ma Chengming was suddenly awakened by a ringing sound. He looked helplessly at the oracle stone floating beside his ear, and then his eyes suddenly widened, and he quickly clicked on the flashing point on the oracle stone.

In an instant, the light screen popped up.

Song Xue sat in the office, looking at the picture on the other side of the light screen, and said coldly: "Ma Chengming, do you know what you missed?"

"Ah? Boss, what did I miss?" Ma Chengming asked with a confused look on his face.

‏​​‎​‏‎‏‎‎‎‎‎‎Song Xue, a reporter and anchor with a little fame a thousand years ago, after hundreds of years of hard work, she founded her own company and launched several successful products.

For example, she is one of the investors of the TV series "Miracle Meteorite" that Wuming likes to watch. There is also the now famous gossip channel "Xue Shuo" and the most popular sub-panel "Song's Entertainment" of the entertainment panel, all of which are operated by her company.

Ma Chengming is one of the reporters of "Song's Entertainment". He has only one task, that is to keep an eye on Wuming. Once Wuming has any movement, he will record it quickly, which may be a headline news.

The problem is that Wuming is too much of a homebody. Ma Chengming has been keeping an eye on Wuming for hundreds of years, and it is still the same task hundreds of years later. He really doesn't think Wuming can have any big news.

The only big news is probably being selected by the Shenzang Trial, but that news doesn't need him to keep an eye on it at all, the whole world knows it.

Gradually, he became lazy and no longer diligently followed him, so that he was caught by his boss today.

"..."

Song Xue stared at Ma Chengming. Although he didn't say anything, Ma Chengming's forehead began to sweat and his heart was beating unconvincingly.

"I'm doubting whether you are watching Wuming or I am watching Wuming. I received the news half an hour ago that Wuming has left Dahuang City. It is said that he received the challenge letter and went to fight. Reporters from other companies have all heard the news. You are still sleeping here? Can you sleep?" Song Xue gritted her teeth and questioned word by word. What! ! ?

Ma Chengming was shocked. Wuming accepted the challenge of the mysterious man. This is definitely big news. He missed it completely.

It's over. It's all over now.

Ma Chengming felt that he would become a joke among reporters, and he might even say goodbye to his career as a reporter from now on.

But now he felt that he could still save himself. He apologized and quickly put on his clothes, then broke out of the window and ran quickly towards the direction of the teleportation array.

"Chengming, your breakfast!"

Ma Chengming's mother leaned out of the window on the first floor at this time, and threw a package at Ma Chengming with a strong hand.

The package seemed to have eyes, and it hit Ma Chengming's head accurately. Ma Chengming cried out, and there was a big bump on his head. He caught the package and put it into the space ring and continued to run at full speed.

Ma Chengming's mother sighed helplessly and complained to Ma Lie who was sitting at the dining table: "You don't say anything about Chengming. He is so reckless all day long."

"Children and grandchildren have their own blessings. He is already hundreds of years old. Don't always treat him as a child." Ma Lie said helplessly.

The reason why he named his son 'Ma Chengming' is that he hopes his son can become a person like Wuming. The problem is that his wife dotes on the child too much, so that Ma Chengming is still like a reckless young man for hundreds of years, and his character has never been able to grow.

...

In the tree-like universe, there is a 'no-real land' somewhere.

The so-called no-real land is actually an area without fruits.

Assuming that the tree-like universe is regarded as a fruit tree, then the worlds in the tree-like universe are "fruits". There are areas with many fruits, naturally there are areas with scarce fruits, and there are also large areas where there are no fruits at all.

Such large areas without fruits are called "no-real land" by practitioners.

Many bold practitioners like to fight in such areas, because they can fight without any scruples and completely let go of their hands and feet in these places.

The coordinates recorded in the challenge letter of Mao Lin are just such a no-real land.

However, although there is no world around this place, there are a large number of meteorites, corpses, messy energy groups, and even large pieces of space debris. These space fragments have mountains and waters, which look like mirrors, but the mirrors reflect beautiful scenery. Mao Lin sat cross-legged on a meteorite, meditating quietly. He was neither anxious nor looking forward to the upcoming battle, as if everything had nothing to do with him.

Suddenly, a satisfied smile appeared on his face, he opened his eyes and looked forward, a door composed of countless black lines opened, and Wuming walked out of the door.

"I thought I had to destroy a hundred worlds before you would take it seriously." Mao Lin said with a smile.

Although the tree-like universe has no time and no space and is a true vacuum area, the strong can still move freely and easily convey what they want to say to each other.

It took Mao Lin about 3 seconds to say this sentence himself, but after passing it to Wuming, Wuming only needed a moment to receive and understand what he said.

Although they were in the same place, their time was not synchronized.

"No good or evil, great good or great evil, should I kill you? Or let you go?" Wuming looked at Mao Lin and said with some annoyance.

Mao Lin changed from a cross-legged position to a standing position, and a terrifying demonic energy burst out from his body. He laughed wildly: "Then kill me, or I will kill you!"

"What is this Fire Cloud Evil God stalk, can't I just not beat him?" Wuming turned his head helplessly and couldn't help complaining.

The first time he saw Mao Lin, he found that Mao Lin's good and evil were unexpectedly balanced. This kind of balance usually appears in ordinary people, neither good nor bad.

The problem is that this balance in Mao Lin is a bit scary, as if he had killed countless people, and then he went to save countless people like a lunatic, killing as many people as he saved. What the hell is this.

Say he is a bad guy, he is indeed a bad guy, say he is a good guy, he is indeed a good guy.

When the number of killings exceeds trillions, and the number of lives saved exceeds trillions, it is actually difficult to describe the other party simply as a good guy or a bad guy.

There is a saying on Earth that "killing one is a sin, killing ten thousand is a hero". If this guy were on Earth, even the God of Killing Bai Qi would be considered a good kid. [Every time the finale comes, I get stuck. I am working hard to recover tomorrow. Sorry, sorry.

In order to write this chapter, I went back to read my novel and was fascinated. The main reason was that I forgot the name of the drama the protagonist was following, and I forgot Song Xue's name. I looked back for a long time...

Suddenly I found that there are also advantages to having a bad memory, that is, reading my own novel is like reading a new book, and it just suits my taste, so comfortable]