Intellectual retardation system: Even ancestors are afraid of crazy criticizers and gossip lovers

In front of Yanli was a mutated creature, which should be said to be the pet of the soul warrior Yun.

The weak souls became stronger, and they began to have stronger consciousness and smarter brains, just like the wavelet before.

This is evolution in all directions.

The dozing parrot was caught by a matchstick by its legs. It opened its eyes in a daze and pulled the leg, but found that it could not be pulled out.

He rolled his eyes again, shook his neck, and suddenly paused. He tilted his head and his eyes widened, and then he began to flap his wings and struggle, calling for help: "Ahhhhh... the evil stickman has caught a bird, help me." Help!"

It is obvious that this parrot has been influenced by its owner and recognizes the human-shaped matchstick in front of it.

"Dong..." Yan Li stretched out his finger and his head collapsed, and the parrot fainted at the sound.

When the parrot woke up again and saw the magnificent villa and the rich variety of nut delicacies, it retracted its spread wings and settled down with peace of mind: This is my long-lost home.

The man who came home had no expression on his face, and he was very interested in the parrot that was hanging upside down on a golden hook and fascinated by the life of the bird.

The other one was thrown into the nest, woke up and saw an unfamiliar face. He faced the hand that was pulling at him, pressed it down gracefully with his paws, and said coldly and nonchalantly: "Woman, don't try to arouse me." Attention!"

"???"

What kind of pet is what kind of owner.

The parrot saw the person clearly, looked him up and down, and had no intention of flying away. After a long time, the hostess asked tentatively: "Who is your master?"

"My master is a man who has to pretend to be aloof. He is 1.8 meters tall, has eight-pack abs, and has a handsome face with sharp edges. He is single and rich."

The hostess's eyes widened. There was already an image in her mind, but her focus was not here.

"Why are you pretending to be cold?"

"Because he has facial paralysis."

"That looks very serious, but it can't be cured."

Facial paralysis can be cured, but if it cannot be cured, it may be a genetic problem.

The parrot looked her up and down and asked, "Woman, are you single?"

"I...I'm single."

"My master is in estrus. In order to prevent him from holding it back, you can pair him with him."

The hostess didn't think anything was wrong. It was a normal physiological condition. She suggested: "He can find a companion robot."

"My master likes you because I saw that he has a photo of you and stares at it in a daze every day."

The hostess's face suddenly turned red when she thought of someone, couldn't it be such a coincidence?

"Dong dong..."

The person outside the door was holding a bird. The bird was still shaking its head. In order to feed endlessly, it began to promote its owner, such as the hostess having a crush on him.

The two looked at each other from a distance.

The hostess understood that it was not because she was cold to her, but because of her facial paralysis. This was not a problem at all.

On the other side, a stick figure hides his merit and fame.

The system was laughing at her: "Host, are you still working as a matchmaker?"

"It's rare to meet someone you like, so of course you have to do it." Yan Li admitted generously.

Being able to like people is very rare nowadays. After all, there are 100 billion people with perfect partners, tens of millions of matches, and the others are all companion robots.

There are very few children born naturally, but because there is no marriage, there are more newborns.

If there is one for two people, now it becomes one for one person. The only restriction is that the poor are not allowed because they need to buy a nanny robot. But in this world, if you work hard, you will not be short of money.

At this time, because of the emergence of soul warriors, more people were born, because the second generation was stronger, and the weakest ones were stronger than the first generation.

Who can resist a cute and smart baby who can go out and fight monsters with him not long after he is born?

The undersea map is large enough for humans to explore for a long time. Humans have not gone very far because monsters will be refreshed.

Because he became a warrior, coupled with technology, there was no new life code, and his lifespan was steadily increasing.

Everyone: This world is so wonderful, I still don’t want to die.

"Damn stickman!" roars came from another city.

Netizens have become accustomed to it. Others who have suffered hardships hold tea and take a leisurely sip.

Each time the stick figures disappear, they will become stronger. When they become stronger, use them for experiments.

People have learned to hold multi-person video chats, set up by groups of victims, mostly people who have not yet suffered.

Netizen 1 reminded: "Cities that have never experienced poisonous stubble should pay attention. The evil stickman has obsessive-compulsive disorder and likes to get wet with rain and dew."

Netizen 2 said nonchalantly: "It's better for me. I am alone and poor. There is no evil plan that can get into my head."

Netizen 3 gloated: "You guys upstairs, don't say anything, really don't say anything!"

Netizen 4 looked like he was watching a show: "Evil Stickman: Whoever's turn it is, no one can escape, Jie Jie Jie..."

Netizen 5 did not think so and corrected: "The evil stickman is obviously the possessed SpongeBob SquarePants. It only makes sharp sounds that prick the ears."

"Do you think my logo looks good?" The speaker leaned closer to the camera, and the patterns carved on the soul were like camouflage.

"It's pretty cool. It will be even cooler if we all do it together." Everyone nodded and praised.

"I cleared out my visit here, and suddenly I felt that something was missing on my face. After I applied it, I felt better. I also wanted to get a tattoo, but the area was too large and it was difficult, so I only painted a little." The man lifted up his clothes and exposed his arms. Simple lines cover the arms, and the translucent highlights are very strange, and they still stand out even when the lights are turned off.

Everyone's eyes lit up and they praised: "Cool!"

"I instantly feel like a soul warrior, no, it feels like a soul warrior. I imagine the passion of following my teammates into battle!"

"Not only is this tattoo cool, it can also be removed painlessly. What a great idea!"

"I want to get one, how much does it cost!"

"Add me."

I accidentally placed an advertisement, and the tattoo artists responded one by one. I admired myself for keeping pace with the times. Not many people could complete the carving of the soul.

Sure enough, you should listen to the advice of the elderly and seize the trend. Getting rich is not a dream.

Little did he know that soon his business would become so popular that he would want to run away.

The tattooed warrior insisted on winning every day. This time he was attacked by a sneak attack. His arm reflexively blocked it, but Obsession had a burning effect. The mark was on Obsession's body like a soldering iron.

Everyone looked at the tattoo and sighed: "Oh my god. It actually has an offensive effect. Why haven't I found it before?"

"What a heck you can find. You've carved your face here, and you didn't use your face to attack. It's said to be an intermediate level that can be removed, but it's not an ordinary intermediate level."

"Wait a minute, if I get a tattoo of armor like Boss Lin, wouldn't it be more awesome?"

"Good idea!" No one corrected his name. After all, it was just a title. Respect is never a title. Respect comes from the heart.

"Wait a minute, I have a question. Regarding the little rubber band given by Boss Li, have you ever used it?"

A group of people looked at their boss, who saw a small rubber band hanging from his tail, as if he had no intention of cutting it.

Because there is one less person to fight for, the little rubber band owners are very protective. Because they can't control it, they think they are too weak, so they never use it, and even a small amount of hair is best maintained.

"Boss, why don't you smash your obsession?"

The boss touched his hair gracefully with his fingertips, then touched the rubber band and nodded.

"Find one and try it."