With a flowing golden light flashing in his eyes, Shang Xiong faced the few answers that came to his mind and fell into deep thought.

And then... He picked up a book and read it quietly.

The name of the book is called... "Theory of Boundaries".

Aimo Komodo accepted Feng Linwan's suggestion and was no longer confused.

He began to find his direction and entry point.

Starting from the 'morality' created by different civilizations and different worldviews.

Then try to find common ground as the background color of their own thoughts.

Whether it's simple popular literature, or unfathomable books of thought and philosophy.

They want to be widely recognized.

At the very least, there must be an element of 'widespread presence'.

Just like brain hole literature, although it is popularly even called fast food and garbage, they contain people's imagination and expectations for themselves, for the future, for luck, for beauty, for food, for decisiveness in killing, and for all the way.

Although they are basically detached from reality, they are rooted in people's hearts, and they have always existed, but they are constantly changing forms.

Formally, it is an ancient form of literary expression in itself.

Unfolding his recorder, Aimo Komodo took a deep breath and wrote the words 'Boundary Theory' on it.

In order to discuss the ideas and civilizations of many worlds, and convey their own unified and refined moral outlook and view of right and wrong.

That's what Aimo Komodo thinks.

From the differences, find something in common, and then integrate and connect everything in tandem to give the rulers a direction.

One to completely change the chaos, and one to completely stabilize the structure of the entire ancestral world.

It's just this book, this thought, it's just brewing in Aimo Komodo's mind.

It has not become a real text, let alone circulated.

And then, Aimo Komodo will be hunted down, captured, and tortured.

It's going to be a very 'wonderful' part of his life.

It also provided him with a lot of useful materials for writing the book "The Theory of Boundaries", which penetrated deep into the soul and experienced it personally.

This kind of literature, which is too serious and heavy, is destined to be buried in peacetime.

The burying referred to here does not mean that no one pays attention to it, or that it does not receive honors or even monetary rewards and recognition.

Rather, it cannot be broadly and massively.

A person who writes books, no matter what the original purpose of his writing is.

But in the future, their wish must be that more people read, understand, and even agree with everything they expound in their books.

Something too serious to blow up the people sleeping in the cradle.

At this time, although there was a short period of peace in the entire ancestral star, a big war could break out at any time.

This fuse, on the surface, is held in the hands of the major forces and the country.

In fact, it is controlled by some bigwigs of the galaxy human race.

They need a temporary peace to give some space for ideas to conceive and evolve.

War and turmoil are also needed to select and confirm those ideas for them.

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The September sun is still scorching.

It was as if the river water was boiling under the scorching heat, and it could not bring the slightest coolness.

A Xinghe man was one foot deep and one foot shallow through the shallow bend of the river, and the wound he was covering had long since stopped dripping blood, and the wound seemed to have some traces of decay.

If it weren't for the birth of the Galaxy Terrans, they would have undergone a certain degree of genetic debugging and were vaccinated with universal vaccines at the same time.

Compared to the Terrans of the Ancestral Star Era, the vitality is much stronger.

This galaxy man is afraid that he has already lost his mobility due to his injuries.

Even so, his pace was faltering.

It seems that it is possible to fall headlong at any moment.

Call!

A power grid suddenly flew out of the woods by the river, and tied the galaxyman firmly.

Several otherworldly men, dressed as Beirut guards, emerged from the woods.

Then click on the electronic screen and compare the facial features to determine the target of capture.

After all, when looking at different races, if you don't get used to it, it's easy to get face blind.

"Luo Bei!The galaxy human race, a fraudster who wanders through the Seven Kingdoms, preaches the infinite theory of the nihilistic galaxy civilization, guides social chaos, anarchists... Now we arrest you in accordance with the law. A Beirut man who looked like a chief said.

Then he grabbed the collar of the galaxy man's coat: "Where did you hide all the false information you hid?"

"We have followed you for thirteen days, and we have not seen you take it out. ”

"I'm sorry, we're running out of patience, and if you don't say it, we can't guarantee that we won't punish you inhumanely without relevant supervision. ”

With three nostrils, purple skin and long earlobes, the Beirut people look particularly hideous.

In his mouth, there are sharp teeth that have not completely degenerated.

This also seems to be a symbol of some kind of barbarism.

When Luo Bei heard this, he just sneered, and then spit out a mouthful of saliva.

"Phew, you're scared!"

"You're scared!"

"Because you all know that what you are trying to deny is the truth and the truth. ”

"I don't know what the big names of the Galaxy Federation are planning, so that they choose to sacrifice the ancestral star and sacrifice us to complete their plan. ”

"But you... You will also give us a funeral in the future. “

"They always need an account, both for themselves and for the vast number of Galaxy citizens. ”

Luo Bei's words, falling on the ears of a few ordinary Beirut people, were just random babbling.

They don't understand it very well, and they don't want to understand it.

"Take it away first!" the capture ended hastily.

The river was still rolling with a shallow splash.

A grass carp emerges from the bottom of the river and spits out two blisters.

Then he quickly dived back to the bottom of the river.

"General, we can't continue the blockade!"

"We have to ask for help from the outside, and after more than ten years of lockdown, it's already a hustle and bustle. All the reasons we are looking for have been dug through by many online public accounts. "In front of the remnants of the garrison headquarters, in front of Lin Fang, there is a group of non-commissioned officers asking for help.

For them, the blockade of Zuxing is Lin Fang's handiwork.

In order to cover up his mistakes.

Lin Fang wants to use his own strength to restore the erosive situation and eliminate a huge and humiliating turmoil.

But more than a dozen years have passed, and nothing has changed.

The situation is even more out of control.

What about Lin Fang?

For more than ten years, he has long been immortal, but at this time, he seems to be a hundred years old, his hair is already full of flowers, and his face is full of wrinkles.

The panic in his heart is indescribable.

He already knew that he had stepped into a huge trap.

This trap, since he came into contact with Yang Jian, there was no turning back.

If he was given another choice, he would rather be at that time, bear the black cauldron of the crime of mutilating the native species of the galaxy, go to a military court, and stand trial.

Never come to Zuxing, what to do as a garrison general.