"Newcomer?"

The uncle who built the building blocks did not notice Bai Luo, but continued to concentrate on fiddling with the tower-shaped castle in front of him.

"Hello."

Although I didn't know each other, the young man was very easy-going and had no arrogance of the superiors.

Bai Luo could see that the other party was not so equitable to him, that is, everyone was the Lord of Miracles, so he took this attitude.

Young people should be like this in nature, they are gentle and warm men.

"I am..."

"Wait, wait."

Yi Zai Marquis stopped Bai Luo's self-introduction: "Don't care about identity here."

To formally establish an identity, it should be put into diplomacy.

In private, everyone will not take up their usual identities, just like the fat old man who rebels Aden, in his personal name, so he is so honest and simple.

But once national interests are involved, even the gentler people will become serious.

So sometimes, the Lord of Miracle occasionally changes his appearance and identity, traveling and playing. Although this can easily bring trouble and pressure to the Son of Miracle under their command, as far as the Lord of Miracle is concerned, it seems that he enjoys this feeling of private visits.

"Are you doing specimens?"

Bai Luo accepted the advice of Yi Zai Marquis and did not ask about his identity again, but instead shifted the topic to the specimen.

"Ah, this is my hobby."

The Marquis of Yizai said: "I think all things determine their final height from their birth."

"Is the innate theory?"

Bai Luo touched his chin, neither affirming nor denying Yi Zai's words.

"With evidence, miracles are the best evidence."

Bai Luo also felt that the Marquis Yi Zai said this: "You mean that after animals become miraculous people, their potential is not as high as that of humans, right?"

"It seems you have similar ideas to me."

"Um..."

Bai Luo held his hand and carefully looked at the specimen book in the Marquis's hand and found that this thing seemed to have used space-like spells, and he could not finish it. Every page was a brand new specimen.

Many of them were used to reduce the ability, such as Bai Luo, who saw a Tyrannosaurus rex that was shrinking to the size of a gecko.

"Butterflies, ants, and even smaller bacteria."

Yi brought a lot of modern scientific knowledge in the words of the Marquis. Obviously, he was a knowledgeable person and had been to many planes.

"Many of them are not even smart lives," Yi Zai Marquis: "So I think they should be extremely humble creatures. If the creatures in the world are regarded as pyramids, they are at the bottom."

"Um."

Bai Luo nodded, feeling that the Marquis said nothing wrong with what he said.

After all, you can't say that a paramecium is better than humans. If this is possible, the so-called "evolution" becomes bullshit.

"So how to distinguish between things and what is used to measure the high and low of all things?"

Bai Luo did not deny that the Marquis said that sentient beings have high and low ideas, but the question is what he should use to rate sentient beings, just his preferences?

If so, please forgive Bai Luo for not agreeing.

"soul."

"Um?"

"The soul is used to distinguish the high and low of all beings," said Yi Zaizai Marquis: "Those who are intact are located at the top of the pyramid, while those who are incomplete are at the bottom."

"What do you think?"

"Um..."

Although it makes sense, Bai Luo doesn’t understand the meaning of this kind of thing very much: “Just just interest?”

"It's interesting, isn't it?"

The Marquis of Yizai said: "The miracle world is boundless, countless planes, countless dimensions, and there are a large number of life and dimensional creatures living in it."

The Marquis of the Irish sect did not really want to rule sentient beings, so he only wanted to count the number and types of life through the strength of the soul in the form of a ‘pyramid’.

As for the meaning...

Of course it doesn't make any sense, it's just a way for the Marquis to pass the time.

"Are you just becoming Lord of Miracle? You look very young."

The Marquis of Yi Zai didn't think too much about Bai Luo's identity, because it would affect their communication and interaction: "But I am not all the Lords of Miracles, are you the monarch of the Southern Continent?"

"It's almost the same."

Bai Luo said: "I have been Lord of Miracle for no more than a hundred years, and I am just a newbie."

"Ah, then I'm the senior."

Yi Zaizai patted Bai Luo on the shoulder and said with a smile: "I have been the Lord of Miracle for more than 1,400 years. There are many ways to pass the time."

"Is it so idle?"

"The newcomer said this," asked Yi Zai Marquis: "It seems that you are still very motivated."

"But, as a senior," Yi Zaizai lowered his head and hugged his chest: "I have to give you some advice."

"What?"

"It's meaningless to fight too hard, it's better to be lying flat."

The Marquis of Yizai said: "In today's miracle world, the strongest ones are nothing more than those great emperors and empresses, but except for the extreme northern empress, other emperors are not domineering people."

"Saying this may give you a sense of crisis of placing your life on others."

“But that’s it.”

Yi Zai Marquis: "I used to be like you, young and energetic, but after living for hundreds of years, I found that this world is actually meaningless."

"It's the same thing, everything is just repeating it."

"Liberty reaches the extreme, freedom will become a shackle," Yi Zai Zai Marquis: "If you have countless time to do this, you won't capture the time, and even think 'Anyway, you can do it anyway, so it doesn't matter if you don't do it today', such an idea."

"Every Lord of Miracle has his own interests and hobbies, which can give us motivation and goals, and make us feel that we are still alive."

The Lord of Miracle is too powerful, and they are more like ‘Gods’ than humans.

Therefore, the stronger the Lord of Miracle, the more he will cherish his humanity.

Because if even human nature is gone, can they really still experience the original "happiness"?

"But you are still young and you can't feel this kind of thing. In a few hundred years, we may have a more common language."

Yi Zai Zai was talking, but the sound of building blocks collapsed beside him, followed by the wailing uncle.

"No!!"

"Why is this happening?"

"My castle~~~~"

Although he was just a toy, he was so excited that Bai Luo could not get the fun of this person: "Will you just let time return?"

"No, brother!"

Uncle Wuzha quickly protected the collapsed castle with his arms: "This is a new castle that I finally discovered. Don't, don't attack it!"

“…”

For Mao, you have the illusion that you are not talking about a castle, but a peerless beauty.

"So your hobby is to spell building blocks?"

Bai Luo's mouth twitched slightly. What's the point? Are you sure this guy is not wasting his life?

However, as soon as Bai Luo finished speaking, he found that Uncle Wushu began to clean up the building blocks.

He took out a box, carefully placed each building block into it, and then arranged it neatly, adjusting the angle several times during the period, striving to make the color and the gaps in all squares almost the same.

‘This guy!!’

A word popped up in Bai Luo's mind————Obsessive-compulsive disorder!
Chapter completed!