People are wreaking havoc in Tokyo, ladies, please stay put!

Her delicate face kept flushing.

Her red lips trembled slightly, and I didn't know what she was saying.

Tiny beads of sweat kept appearing on my body.

Wet with fine, shiny white hair all over the body.

The entire space seems to be a round glass cover floating in the universe.

Various planets in the distance on the left half are clearly visible.

It seems to be right in front of me.

From time to time, huge meteorites pass by.

The right side is much more interesting.

Like the surveillance end of hundreds of camera lenses.

The images on each monitor are constantly changing.

There are both Western magic shots and various other species using messy magic.

There are also classic fairy-tale scenes, where monks are riding their magic weapons and rushing towards the trial site.

Or it could be a dynasty struggle for supremacy in some ancient era, with chaos and war.

There are also modern cities with bustling traffic, as if they are a projection of the current earth.

Until Fang Zuo discovered that there were several worlds he was familiar with in these shots.

The Kingdom of God in Shintoism and the Kingdom of God in Catholicism.

Protestantism is also included.

It dawned on him.

Each shot here is an independent little world belonging to the Earth's subspace.

This magical space where I am in can actually give me a glimpse of all the small worlds opened up on the earth.

The only thing missing was the body of the creature with the cold mechanical voice.

There are no instruments or items to be seen here.

When Fang Zuo wanted to expand his spiritual awareness.

An invisible force blocked his consciousness.

Fortunately, Fang Zuo could feel that he had broken free from the constraints of the North American Heavenly Dao.

My body is slowly recovering.

And now inside the neurons.

The subsequent plot was just as Fang Zuo had expected.

Fang Zuo and Michaela Cohen elope from the estate.

Michaela Cohen traded her only jewelry for two tickets to Europe.

A few years later.

Fang Zuo achieved success in Italy and returned to his North American estate with Michaela Cohen.

And successfully resolved the crisis of Michaela Cohen's family.

Saved Michaela Cohen's parents.

at last.

The family agreed to their marriage.

Michaela Cohen has grown to her current age at this moment.

She got out of a vintage car in her white wedding dress.

Rushing towards Fang Zuo happily.

The two held a wedding.

Next.

Neuronal signaling is interrupted.

Michaela Cohen's beautiful eyes slowly opened.

She saw her naked body and quickly covered her chest with her hands.

She clamped her legs tightly together and sat up with her body bent.

She looked at the huge body of Fang Zuo next to her, with a complicated look in her eyes.

Now my feelings for this man couldn't be more genuine.

The moment I opened my eyes and saw Fang Zuo.

I seemed to see my lover, with whom I had been entangled in life and death, meeting again.

She slowly stretched her body and extended her small hands sideways.

She grabbed Fang Zuo's huge hand and rubbed it on her face.

Except that all the organs in the body are so huge.

Everything that I experienced with this man is still vivid in my mind.

It seems like it happened just yesterday.

It merges with my own memories, making it both real and blurry.

Michaela Cohen frowned, trying to tell herself that these were just neurons playing tricks on her.

None of it is real.

But her body contradicted her thoughts.

Love everything about this man.

I like the rough lines on his big hands, which wipe away countless sad tears from my eyes.

I like his lips slowly licking away the sweat on my body.

I like the feeling of being hugged tightly by a broad embrace when I am sick.

The legs that I loved supported the ground with all my strength, and I ran quickly with my critically ill self on my back.

Everything is the same.

Nothing has changed.

Except that the body is much bigger.

Michaela Cohen glanced over.

Swallowed.

"Can you accept him now?" The mechanical and cold voice continued to sound.

Michaela Cohen wanted to keep a straight face and shake her head.

But he saw that he was still holding Fang Zuo's big hands with both hands and still refused to let go.

My face couldn't help but turn red.

I wanted to deny it outright, but the words that came out of my mouth turned into: "Is he okay? Is he okay..."

After finishing speaking.

Michaela Cohen realized what she had said...

Surprised and shy.

"The thing I find most incomprehensible about this great planet [Recursive Prototype Universe] is that it allows creatures to evolve such useless love." The mechanical and cold voice said:

"I've observed this planet for a long time and discovered that not only is this true on the main plane, but the other projected smaller planes are also like this. These rubbish emotions permeate all planes."

"I don't understand why a planet that can give birth to and evolve several super-conscious universal law entities would also evolve love, something that is of no help to evolution."

"In my opinion, the only function of what you call love is to promote mating, produce pleasure, and reproduce offspring."

The voice paused and then said, "Now that you've experienced everything in the neurons, you should no longer have any psychological burden."

Michaela Cohen still held Fang Zuo's big hands with both hands and glanced at Fang Zuo quietly.

There was neither a nod nor a shake of the head.

Sitting in silence.

"No objection means agreement." The cold voice continued mechanically, "This is also something new I learned from your main plane: hypocrisy..."

"You clearly agreed, yet you still act like this."

“This greatly hinders communication efficiency…”

"Now, it's time for you to take action. Hurry, climb up and complete the mating."

Michaela Cohen was stunned.

His hands loosened.

"Clap."

Fang Zuo's big hand, which was holding the thing, dropped it.

It made a sound when it hit the force field under the two people.

She looked at Fang Zuo's big hand with a distressed look, and after massaging it slightly, she raised her head: "Why are you still here...that thing..."

Michaela Cohen's face flushed red. "Didn't we already do that in Neuron?"

"That's just what happens in your neurons. You love him very much now, but can you guarantee that he loves you the same way?" the mechanical voice asked coldly.

"The dark matter energy resonance core is so important, there can't be any mistakes. This evolver is very powerful, and I'm seriously lacking energy right now."

"I've calculated that with my current energy, the chance of imprisoning him forever is less than one percent."

"You must strengthen your relationship with him. Only by actually mating with him, or even having his child, can your relationship become more solid."

"Only then can we retrieve the dark matter energy resonance core and repair everything."

"No...no...I can't do it..." Michaela Cohen lowered her head, her hands unconsciously tightly grasping Fang Zuo's big hands, and kept shaking her head.

"What hypocritical creatures! I really don't understand why you evolved such useless emotions?" The cold voice said with a hint of emotion.

"After I said mating, your heartbeat was thirty percent faster than usual, and your hormones were forty percent higher than usual."

"After I said I wanted to give birth to the baby, your oxytocin was secreted violently..."

"Your body is already prepared for this, yet you're still hypocritically refusing..."

"This kind of ineffective ditch has no meaning."

"Please act immediately, otherwise I will take measures to force you to complete the mating passively."

Michaela Cohen shuddered. "But...his body is so big...how can I possibly finish it?"

"Based on the data analysis of your biological body, it is completely possible." The mechanical voice replied: "If you need it during the process, I can use equipment to help you complete it."

"No, I can do it myself." Michaela Cohen bit her lower lip and quickly rejected it.

I wonder what shameful things this emotionless guy will do next.

She turned over and climbed on top of Zuo's body.

The petite figure only takes up less than one-third of Fang Zuo's body.

She lay on Fang Zuo like a little girl.

Looking at this familiar yet unfamiliar face, Michaela Cohen leaned forward and gently kissed the man's cold lips.

Other than the temperature and size, everything else is identical.

Then he placed his hands on the chest, which had the same touch, raised his body, and turned his head to look down.

His face was pale.

Is this really okay?