My Wife is Tim

People who put the cart before the horse rarely end well.

Annan will not hesitate to face any powerful enemy in order to make the people around him have a better life, but when there is nothing to provoke him, Annan is a salted fish.

Summarize in one sentence.

He just wants to obey his own reproductive instinct, roll with Tiamat for a lifetime, and then have a few offspring to pass on.

This wish is really simple.

Anyone who refuses to let Annan realize even such a simple wish will not give him face, and Annan will definitely kill the other party's whole family.

However, there shouldn't be such a lack of eyesight looking for something.

After helping Tiamat complete himself, Annan is ready to live a life as peaceful as a plant and live a good life.

Having said that, Tiamat is really suitable to be a wife.

Gentle, virtuous, kind, considerate.

She was beautiful, her figure was perfect, and there was no one who knew more about childbirth than Tiamat.

The only thing to worry about is whether Annan's body can handle it.

But mind it!

After that, the kidney deficiency supported the wall and the urine was bifurcated, and that was the next thing, at least it was definitely cool enough at that time.

When peony flowers die, it is also romantic to be a ghost.

Not a loss.

However, physical exercise is to be put on the agenda, and applauding for love is still very demanding on physical strength.

Such thoughts flashed through Annan's mind, but he quickly came to his senses, nodded slightly to Tiamat, and brought the topic to the point.

"The money and goods are cleared, the matter is settled, there is still a chance to create a world in a world, and the coordinates of the plane of that world are now in my hands."

"Find a time, we'll grab the opportunity to create the world and make you a complete goddess of creation."

Annan raised the note in his hand, revealing his white teeth, and said to Tiamat with a smile.

"Annan, you can also use this opportunity, don't you think about it yourself?"

Tiamat said softly, "Actually, I'm not in a hurry, you can take your time."

"If you're not in a hurry, I'm still in a hurry. Okay, this thing was originally prepared for you, and it's useless for me to come."

Annan waved his hand and politely refused.

Being a creator god is of no use to him.

Dangdang's identity as a creator god is just the icing on the cake for Annan, and it is far less important than giving charcoal to Tiamat.

Because in this life, Annan did not follow the path of the gods.

After all, he is actually a magician.

The way of a magician is to study the mystery, master the mystery, and finally become the mystery.

To put it simply, it is like a technology tree, from theory to practice, step by step.

If you want to improve your strength, you must further improve your own magic.

As long as he is not blocked by the bottleneck of development, Annan can always improve his strength, and it is possible to rival or even surpass the God of Creation.

Of course, this step is difficult.

And foreign objects really don't help Annan, and they all rely on their own cultivation.

Someday, when he realizes an epiphany, Annan dares to do it.

But if I don't have an epiphany, I've been stuck...

That's nothing.

Anyway, Annan doesn't mind eating Tiamat soft rice. If Tiamat is stronger than him, he is stronger than him. Anyway, Tiamat is his wife.

However, when Tiamat learned that he had the opportunity to achieve the great cause of the God of Creation, the first thing he thought of was him, which moved Annan very much.

It's still the mother who loves the cub... Bah, Bah, it's the wife who loves the husband!

"Anyway, Tiamat, you don't have to be polite to me, I really don't need it. Compared to this, I want to see the moment when you become the goddess of creation."

"I think you will be very beautiful at that moment, and I will definitely like it very much."

Annan's mouth had a hint of doting, and he whispered in Tiamat's ear.

"So, my lady goddess, just for me, become the real goddess of creation!"

Chapter 160 The Sixth Time Has Come to Demonstrate Technology

"For me, become the real goddess of creation!"

Annan whispered softly against Tiamat's ear, and his warm breath turned into a stream of air.

"Wu-, I-I know! Can't I promise!"

The earlobe is a sensitive part. When Annan was irritated while talking about love, Tiamat let out a snort with a reddish face, took a step back subconsciously, and said hastily.

"Really, Annan, you have changed. You would never talk like this before."

In the face of Tiamat's seemingly rebuking words, which were actually coquettish, Annan smiled and did not explain aloud.

As a love strategy master, he certainly knows when to say what kind of love words.

Initially, flirting with Tiamat was clearly counterproductive.

After all, at that time, Tiamat only had maternal love in his heart, and everything was a mother-son relationship.

Are you talking to your mother?

Let's not mention the possibility of losing goodwill first, I'm afraid that your mother will be beaten if she picks up the hanger.

Therefore, if you can't come up at this time, you will be full of love words, and you must take it slow and use practical actions to overcome the words.

Companionship is the longest confession of love.

Anyway, Tiamat had no other choice. After staying by his side for a long time, Annan succeeded sooner or later.

But now that there is a husband and wife in the name, let it go.

Talking love words when you don't know each other is called hooliganism, but talking love words between husband and wife is called flirting.

Do you understand the love of husband and wife?

But Tiamat is really innocent as expected. It is estimated that no one has ever said such a disgusting gesture of love to Tiamat before, and he suddenly became shy.

It's really unique, Ah Wei came out and walked through the process.

Annan wiped the non-existent nosebleed, then barely looked away from Tiamat, whose face was flushed, and coughed.

"Then what, Tiamat, since you agreed, let's prepare first, let's set off after arranging things."

"matter?"

Tiamat tilted his head and was a little puzzled for a while.

She gave up Mesopotamia and eloped with Annan, empty-handed, what else is there to do?

"Didn't I use a bit of restraint last time and cut a strange news to bring it down?"

Annan reached out and compared a solar system, awakening Tiamat's memory.

Tiamat doesn't feel involved in this, because she's been asleep the whole time.

"It's inconvenient to carry such a big news tape with you. I'm going to put this news tape down first."

Annan explained, and in his open hand floated an astrolabe like a miniature of the solar system.

Even though he was carrying the solar system and needed to support the Lost Belt in one hand, Annan was still confident and invincible in the world.

But always with such a big thing, it's just nothing to do. Are you tired? !

"Then where are you going to put this Lost Tape?"

Tiamat stretched out a lush jade finger and gently poked the tiny Lostbelt in Annan's hand, asking curiously.

"Of course the Lostbelt can't fit in the real world. Even if it's a cut world line, it's a small world, and there's no overlapping between worlds and dolls."

Annan chuckled and pointed to where the two were now.

"So, I decided to place this Lost Belt in the world of imaginary numbers."

"The real and the virtual rely on, and the virtual and the real lie down. The virtual and the real are mutually dependent and transformed, and the relationship between the real world and the imaginary world is also the same."

Beyond the real numbers are the imaginary numbers.

From a certain point of view, the real world is located on the imaginary world, of course, the reverse is also possible.

However, the Lostbelt is a world that has been judged to end, a history that has lost its possibility.

From the moment it was stripped out of the pan-human history, the Lostbelt was no longer a perfect world, and it may soon be destroyed in the imaginary world.

"In order to ensure that the Lostbelt can safely take root in the imaginary world, I want to make some modifications to the Lostbelt."

Annan casually told Tiamat what he was going to do next.

In fact, the principle is not difficult.

The Lostbelt that has lost the support of pan-human history is like a boundless weed, and any fluctuation can destroy the Lossbelt.

The air attic is still unstable.

So, what Annan has to do is simple.

That is to learn from the alien gods, lay a good foundation for the Lost Belt, and create a cornerstone that carries the Lost Belt.

In other words...

Annan wants to create something similar in nature to the fantasy tree.

The so-called fantasy tree is the crux of the Lostbelt.

Initializing the planet and creating a new myth is inseparable from the fantasy tree.

That is the keystone to make it established to filter the phenomenon of abnormal history. There is no fantasy tree, and there is no possibility of invasion of reality.