Zhang Ming moved his pen several times, but still did not write down any opinions.

He is just an outsider, how can he be qualified to be a bargaining chip?

After thinking for a long time, Zhang Ming simply wrote a letter: "Hello, Lao Wang. From God's perspective, a strong unified human government is indeed necessary."

"Looking at the Sea of ​​Demon Gods, there are civilizations that are far more powerful than humans, but they have still declined. I don't think that good luck will always favor humans."

"If the time is extended longer, one thousand or two thousand years, the current human race will undoubtedly perish. Someone needs to rewrite history, and someone needs to do something."

"The difference between a hero and a hero is just one word. History is often written by the victors. As for the price paid and the sacrifices made, in the history books of the years, there is only one sentence, not even one sentence.

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"But no matter what, if I were asked to be a sword holder, I wouldn't have this ability. Because I don't like political turmoil. When I see the miserable state of human relations, I will inevitably feel soft..."

"Anyway, Lao Wang, no matter what you do, just have your own responsibilities and goals."

Zhang Ming sighed after writing this.

In fact, there is another way to prove the Tao!

Beat those who are dissatisfied directly to death and coerce the world!

Of course, even if he, Lao Zhang, had this kind of strength, he would not be able to engage in politics...

The human heart is a mess.

As for the so-called "diversity of human species", everyone has their own ideas, and all kinds of squabbles can drown people alive.

…

The next letters were the usual dog food sent by Lu Tuyu and his sister, as well as some photos of the children growing up.

Zhang Ming showed a happy smile and threw away the worries just now.

My little niece is 3 years old in the blink of an eye!

Already at kindergarten age!

That pink and jade-like appearance looks so much like my uncle’s, as beautiful and cute as my uncle’s when he was a child!

The little niece still has a little turtle necklace hanging around her neck.

Mankind's strongest uncle, Lao Zhang, smiled "hehehe" and scratched his scalp, thinking in his mind, what gift should he give to the children this time? It can't always be a little turtle...

"Hey! Are there any videos for me?" Zhang Ming read half of the letter and was a little surprised when he opened the computer and inserted the USB flash drive in the drift bottle.

There are a total of 3 USB flash drives, all of which store the same content.

Thank God, this time the USB flash drive is intact... although the capacity is very small, only about 500MB.

It may be military type or aerospace grade, which has relatively high stability requirements.

Of course, 500MB is actually a lot.

In ancient times, a 32-level Super Mario game only required 40KB.

Precisely because of the development of computer hardware, the strength of programmers has become worse with each generation. There are mountains of code all over the place, such as Linux and Unix, which were all created by the ancient gods. In the earliest days, a system only had more than ten megabytes.

Zhang Ming opened one of the video files with excitement.

"Uncle! Uncle!" the little girl with twin ponytails shouted sweetly to the camera, revealing two shallow dimples.

Then he suddenly changed his face and asked: "Mom, who is uncle?"

The younger sister was wearing a red dress, holding her mobile phone and smiling: "Uncle is the one who gave you the little turtle... Don't you like the little turtle very much? Your uncle gave it to you."

"Oh, it turns out that uncle is a little turtle!" The child held up the little turtle made of gold very dearly and showed it off in front of the camera.

"Speak quickly, speak quickly." The voices of Zhang Ming's parents came to my ears.

"I wish uncle... to grow up healthily and be a good baby!" The child grabbed the little turtle and said loudly every word.

"What is healthy growth...that's your own word!" The group of adults behind laughed, and even Zhang Ming in front of the screen laughed.

"I wish you all the best, uncle! Have a safe journey!" After being corrected, she finally said the right thing. She seemed to be very satisfied with her performance and waved her white and tender little hands.

"Goodbye, uncle! Mom asked you to go home early!"

This simple and simple video ends here.

Family love is a strange thing.

Wang Fumin is worried about family ties, while Lao Zhang is happy about family ties. Although he has never met his niece, he still wishes her well.

"That's great, I wish you happiness and growth."

Of course, it is also possible that someone else’s baby is not burdened to play with, and there is no need to consider the reason for her usual crying.

If I gave birth to a child, I wouldn’t feel this way.

"The kids are so cute...the flesh on their faces is so chubby."

Zhang Ming suddenly realized that he was no longer young. He began to envy the passion, ignorance and vitality of bullshit children, and envied his long-gone childhood and youth.

Even if his lifespan can be adjusted at will, he can live for thousands or tens of thousands of years.

But where is his youth?

Where is my niece’s eldest aunt...

Lao Zhang is 34 years old this year and is about to turn 35. The hazy campus life is gradually drifting away, and the spring breeze like peach blossoms has long since disappeared.

I even vaguely forgot my past time in the human world.

He will wander in the Sea of ​​Demon Gods for who knows how many years, dependent on black stones that look like shit.

Zhang Ming couldn't help but sob a few times. He recalled the only short-lived love he had ever had and the beige sweater. He couldn't help but wailed from the bottom of his heart: "My first love girlfriend... Wow!"

Sure enough, a black thing like shit rolled into the room and shouted enthusiastically: "My first girlfriend? That afternoon when the sun set, I said to her, can she bury her head in your bed?"

On your yellow sweater, I really like your yellow sweater! She shyly said no..."

Zhang Ming's body was shaking, and every nerve was fiercely stimulated.

He said with great pain: "Maybe if I lick her again, I can really get the right to mate...Why didn't I continue to lick her then?"

The more painful Lao Zhang is, the happier Shi Mama is, where she frantically rereads matters related to mating rights.

"Wait a minute, what's her name?" Zhang Ming scratched his head sadly, "Suddenly my brain got rusty and I forgot, Shimama, do you still remember?"

"What's her name?" Shimama was confused, why did you ask me?

Wait, why don’t I know her name?

You've never said that before!

Two guys, you look at me, I look at you, there is an awkward atmosphere in the air.

"What name?!" Shimama became more and more painful, even more painful than Lao Zhang.

I have been rereading it for so long and I don’t even know its name, so what’s the point of this story!

In the end, Lao Zhang didn't know whether he recalled the girl's name, or to relieve his embarrassment, he rubbed his temples and sighed: "It doesn't matter if I forget... because the right to mate is gone once it's lost."

"What name?!" Shimama was still struggling, and the old voice echoed in the room, like a ghost crying or a wolf howling.

Zhang Ming said earnestly: "Actually, I am talking about you, Shimama, not me. One day I will be able to return to the human world, and then my mating rights will be restored."

Shimama was stunned: "What name?"

"Get out, get out!"

"What name!"

"Get out!"

Lao Zhang lamented that his virginity career would last for who knows how many years in the future, and kicked Shimama out.

Shimama rolled around on the deck before slowly stopping.

It seemed that a painful point had been struck. Facing the sea, he sighed sadly: "If you lose the right to mate, you will never have it again! What's your name?"

Its roar is getting louder and louder.

"What name?!!"

Amid the roar, Gouzi couldn't bear the humiliation and used his ability to use different dimensions to hide.

The pelican called "Quack" a few times, but did not dare to provoke the strange stone and flew away.

The old voice, one wave after another, stirred up waves on the empty sea surface: "Mating rights...what's the name?"

Xiaobai was left alone, looking at his crazy ancestor with a sad face.

"Are you fucking done?!" Lao Zhang couldn't bear it anymore, so he rushed out of the room, kicked it into the sea water with a flying kick.

……

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Ahem, let’s get down to business.

The following letter was written by Li Xianfeng.
To be continued...