The Alien Comes, I Become a Double Queen [Interstellar]

Yan Ziwei frowned slightly when he heard the words, "But this doesn't look like a good thing."

Old Moore sneered, "When you shoot the tremors into their consciousness, you also give them the power to use tremors. You already know what kind of things this power can do, and you think it's a bad thing ?"

Yan Ziwei digested Old Moore's words carefully, and then asked hesitantly: "But it seems that the more you use this thing, the weaker it will become."

"Because you don't have a source of strength, your vitality will be consumed, but ordinary people don't do this. Ordinary people have too many sources of strength to consume, and they can be replenished quickly." Old Moore finished.

"Why am I different from ordinary people?" Yan Ziwei was puzzled, "I wasn't—"

"Because you changed your destiny, you have to pay a price."

Yan Ziwei paused, and accepted the explanation, "That is to say, what I do is not harmful to others, right?"

Old Moore sneered, "The more people you connect, the better for everyone."

Yan Ziwei was no longer worried, and said with a smile: "Does that mean, as long as I spread more 'seeds' in the future, I won't have any worries?"

Seeing the relaxed look of the other party, Old Moore rolled his eyes, ignored him, turned around and walked out.

Yan Ziwei stood in this room, and it took him a while to digest the information.

In fact, when he turned into a conscious body, his eyes were no longer eyes. He used another way to perceive the world, so he saw many things.

For example, there are countless floating colorful lines on the bodies of those people standing below. The lines seem to be fluttering slightly due to the actions of people, and it seems that something controls the physical behavior of those people through these two lines.

And at the same time, he also saw the only two lines on his body.

There are only two, much less than the countless others.

From Old Moore's vague words and the things he experienced before, he gradually figured out some ideas.

This kind of line is likely to be the so-called connecting line of fate, but its function is not just as simple as affecting fate, it may also transmit some kind of energy from it.

He himself had changed his fate before, so all the lines on his body were broken, but Old Moore somehow connected the two of them.

Now it seems that if such a connecting line is explained by things in Chinese thought and culture, it is more like a kind of earthly bondage.The more fetters there are, the less likely he is to leave this world.

And so in order to live more securely, he needs to add more fetters to himself.

In fact, although Yan Ziwei's understanding was one-sided, he was not wrong.

There are all kinds of energies in this world, and these energies are intertwined, and some of them are transformed into tangible substances to form this world.Some continue to shuttle through this world in an invisible form, turning into the rules of the world's operation, filling the entire world.

All matter is materialized from energy and possesses huge energy, but their operation is bound by rules.But the rules that bind these substances are entangled together, but determine their every move, life, old age, sickness and death, existence and death.

This force is called destiny.

And fate itself is an irresistible superpower.

The existence and movement of things not only consume their own original power, but also rely on the power of rules.Rules are constraints, but in terms of power, the more constraints, the stronger.

Because through the thread of fate, the object can exchange more energy with other individuals.Even exchange energy with space and other interfaces.

And this is why Yan Ziwei could be used as a sacrifice to exchange the fate of the entire Nai people.

Because at that time, he was entangled with the fate of billions of people.

Such a sacrifice is completely enough for the "god" to have a full meal.

It's a pity that he only took half a mouthful of this delicious meal before it was snatched from his mouth.So He opened his mouth wide open.Always chasing after him, waiting to taste this delicacy in one bite.

And Yan Ziwei didn't know all this.

What he doesn't even know is that because he has too few fate lines on his body, once he gets in touch with other people, because he can't make ends meet, he has no way to provide more power to others, but he will continue to take power from them until he sucks them dry .

Just like the power drawn from him by Renides who was on the verge of death.

Keeping in the dark by Old Moore, he is already planning to pass on this magical ability to others.In this way, he can realize his dream of building an army of his own.

Thinking of this, he asked the attendant behind him, "Are the clothes ready?"

The chief attendant immediately replied respectfully: "It's all ready."

Yan Ziwei nodded, and went to change his clothes again.

He had been wearing simple quesera costumes here before.This race was born for fighting, and its clothing mainly serves for fighting.

Therefore, in general clothes, the cuffs and trousers are tightened, but the joints are relaxed as much as possible, so as not to affect the flexible movement of the joints.

But before he left Domimos last time, he drew stick figures and had some other clothes made for him.At that time, it was considered that in order to develop the global economy, revive the global culture, bring Chinese elements into the clothing, and work hard to promote the global culture.

But thinking about it now, it can actually be used for another purpose.

It was only when he came to a huge room full of hangers that Yan Ziwei realized that the amount of clothes made this time really surprised him.

It is probably because Yan Ziwei's drawings are too sloppy, and the production staff can't quite understand his meaning, so they simply use their imagination, and arrange all kinds of possible possibilities with various possible applicable fabrics. Combined to make it again.

As a result, hundreds of sets of clothes were sent, which made Yan Ziwei very dumbfounded.

But the good thing is that among these hundreds of pieces of clothes, he finally found the one that was similar to what he had imagined.

After putting on his clothes, he stood in front of the full-length mirror and looked at himself, tilting his head, feeling that something was wrong.

He thought about it, then went to the bathroom, dipped in some water, wiped back his forehead and sideburns, looked at himself in the mirror, and finally nodded with satisfaction.

Seeing this, one of the attendants behind him immediately reacted, took out something from a side cabinet, and wiped it on Yan Ziwei's hair.

Yan Ziwei let him move, knowing that the other party wanted to fix his hairstyle according to his ideas.

Sure enough, after the other party made such a move, he was much more presentable than himself after scratching like a chicken claw.Although there is no way to comb the hair, at least there is a feeling of combing back.

So he nodded and smiled at the other party, then put on the matching shoes, stood in front of Seichman, and asked with a smile: "How about Seximan, will it be strange?"

Seiximan, however, stared in a daze when he saw Yan Ziwei's appearance at this time, and was a little speechless for a while.

At this time, Yan Ziwei was wearing an off-white cross-collar robe, and a pair of loose trousers that were closed under the robe.The material of this dress is silk fabric with a more drape, and Yan Ziwei can't tell what it is, but the effect is really good.

When he designed it like this before, he also considered the aesthetics of the Quesela people.As a matter of fact, the Quesela people not only have closed battle clothes, but also plain robes that a few people like to wear in their spare time.

But they never mix and match the two together.

And Yan Ziwei not only put the two together, but also tightened the waist of the cross-collar robe with a palm-width belt in an antique style——

So now Yan Ziwei, who was standing in front of Seichman, looked very energetic with his temple hair still wet.He was dressed in a white robe, and his thin waist was undoubtedly highlighted by a wide belt.

The hem of the robe hangs long at the feet, and the upper body is covered with a sandy-sleeved shirt with a layered effect. The wide sleeves that have never been seen in Mondsey are slightly opened, showing a three-pointed slack.

At this time, the reddish starlight came in from the window, and he stood under this beautiful light, his brows and eyes drooping slightly, and his dark eyes looked at him with a smile.His whole body was flushed under the glow, but the air around him seemed to have entered another world, quiet and gentle.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew from nowhere, and Yan Ziwei's clothes fluttered like a fairy.

Seichman only felt that the people in front of him almost disappeared with the wind.

Seeing Seichman's reaction, Yan Ziwei was very satisfied.

But he didn't show it on his face, and tried his best to adjust his emotions and calm himself down.

He needs to rely on his emotions as much as possible, let himself enter the role, and thus affect the audience.

And how to adjust your emotions requires imagination.

Yan Ziwei set an image for himself in his heart: an ancient noble son with a gentle temperament.

An ancient nobleman should not show his emotions or anger, walk unhurriedly in his actions, be calm and elegant at all times, and be polite.

Yan Ziwei kept drawing this image in his heart, allowing himself to slowly integrate into it.Then he slowly adjusted his emotions, allowing the whole person to calm down.

He narrowed his brows and eyes slightly, and there was a gentle smile on his face, but this smile seemed inexplicably alienated.It's as if he's not really the one standing in front of them, but in a world completely different from theirs.

In that world, there is no cold steel machinery, no cruel war and death.There are only the fragrance of ink and the sound of the piano, as well as poems and paintings——