"Welcome to join us."
Echoing each other, the godfather stretched out his hand and brushed the messy light curtain in front of him.
The priest is the strongest, and he has entered the master realm just like this step by step. It is obvious that he has been saving up for a long time.
He felt the breath of the birth of a powerful shrimp clan person.
As the father of the clan, the godfather went a step further and gave birth to the source of the shrimp clan's luck. As long as the shrimp clan's overall strength increases, he can receive feedback.
The godfather originally wanted to preside over the great racial integration on the World Island and blend with NPCs, but now it seems that this kind of thing can only be postponed. However, after coming to this strange world, he was shocked by the contract between the dragon and beast clans. He was greatly inspired by the combined fighting form of the Mighty One.
As for the mirror world...
All I can say is, a miracle from heaven!
Feeling the improvement in realm, the godfather was slightly in high spirits:
The history of the shrimp clan that he knew was the most complete and the longest. If it weren't for his thoughts in this regard, how could the Black and White Demons have fallen on that unfamiliar battlefield...
"As long as you think you are a shrimp tribe member, I will admit it."
Huang Qiu, the deer-antlered boy killed Shangxibingxing with a big knife, which was the main star system of the shrimp civilization. Bai Sha and he fought fiercely in the barrier area where millions of dragon bodies danced like streamers. They dodged the collision of the dragon remains, They fought hard against each other, but in the end they were defeated by the wild prisoners, and were captured by the black evil when they wanted to escape.
"Why, you don't want to admit what you have done? When I was your age, I already had the courage to take responsibility." Hei Sha's tone was frivolous, while Bai Sha bandaged the wound silently and handed a roll to the boy with antlers:
"This time I won without any force. Next time, I will have a chance to continue."
"Okay!" Huang Qian's originally red face no longer felt angry and he responded solemnly.
After being imprisoned for half a month, his godfather met him.
The antlers were in the darkness, holding a short knife with sharp eyes.
"The Shrimp Clan has no collective identity. I look forward to your joining."
In the setting sun outside the window, the priest stretched out his hand in front of him, so calmly.
"There are no practitioners around you?"
"You haven't escaped from prison, so how can I treat you like a prisoner?"
"Then..., give me some time."
"Please stay at the hotel and find out what we do."
The godfather was still so warm, and then he stopped staying.
As the saying goes, sometimes ten seconds is enough to know someone.
This is how the godfather and the desert prisoner became connected, but they never met again.
At this moment, feeling the distant echo between the other person and himself, the priest felt melancholy and began to miss the black and white evil spirits again.
If you are still here, this moment might not be a prosperous time.
There is nothing to say about the shrimp-crab dispute. There is no blood relationship, different civilizations, and different races. After seventy years of disputes, there is no buffer zone between the two sides.
It’s not about tolerance, it’s not about making unreasonable troubles, it’s not about divergence of ideas and paths, it’s not about cutting off cultural contexts, it’s about life and death with you and without me.
As a result, after 500 million years, the shrimp tribe now feels that they are playing a sex game with the crab tribe...
Chilling, sometimes not shouting.
The shrimp clan, a dirty, backward and ignorant race, refuses to accept anyone, but as long as the crab clan whips them, they will kneel down and lick them, shouting "Master", thinking that they must have done something wrong.
As the father of the Shrimp Tribe, faced with such a race whose underlying logic is problematic, what can he do to change it?
If the shrimp tribe really rebels, their opponent is not the crab tribe, but their compatriots, the bottom shrimp tribe.
Right or wrong, the ghosts in the crowd say that time is materialized, and you will do things at any age.
Three thousand kalpas of the mortal dream, the roadblock before death urged the priest to hurry up, but he just chanted the name of the god and regretted before the dusk came:
The most miserable life in this life is to count the scattered sixpences under the moonlight and look forward to being young and frivolous.
He was so high-spirited that he took over this position from Ah Fu, but did he ever think that ten years later he would be in such a vicissitudes?
The Crab Clan controls all aspects of the Shrimp Clan. These cheap raw materials have been brainwashed into their most loyal puppets. Their media war has already failed before it even started.
What is the intention of this unified game?
When it comes to this matter, the godfather is the one who is most confused, but now he understands that even if the planner is against the crab, he will never be the support of the shrimp clan.
The other side doesn't care about a disabled race like their own, and their proud history is worthless in the eyes of the other side.
When did you start giving up?
From the clues seen when the apprentice was still undecided, it was obvious that the shrimp clan did not even have the ability to be a puppet.
It was of no use value, except for the gold and jade, and he should have expected this.
As for why the shrimp clan continues to exist, perhaps we can start investigating from those experimental products.
Seal your throat at the sight of blood!
The integration of still lifes is becoming more and more orderly, and the stone lions and sculptural giant rhinoceros show a terrifying capacity.
Yes, compression!
Through these animal templates, the supernatural energy entering them is strangely compressed and distributed, showing a terrifying combat power!
But even an ability user with peak combat prowess is just a matter of one blow in front of the priest!
The blood flowed gurglingly, and the galaxy was dyed a strange red!
Sensing the blood, he opened a pair of eyes in the Great Wall of Galaxy in the distance:
“Extraterrestrial civilization discovered!
"The evidence: blood."
"It has been reported, please follow up in time!"
That trace of blood wandered across the galaxy, attracting the attention of more and more hunters.
The pond with surging undercurrent was rippled by a pebble.
After observing the glass universe, Light Element had no clear next plan. Gu Huai, on the other hand, seemed to realize that these balloon monsters could bring benefits to him. He rubbed his paws back and forth, feeling a little embarrassed.
"Well, do you want me to send you to reincarnation?"
Still Life People: What did you say?
In the eyes of the slime dragon, these still life objects are more like ghosts, so he has no burden in his heart.
After all, this is a test task given by the group leader. An organization like the temple should not let itself kill innocent people indiscriminately, right?
So, save them and get the benefits!
The temple is really a great place for people!
Still Life People: No, what on earth did you misunderstand?
As for treating us little cuties like this?
We are also doing a task!
But who makes Gu Huai stronger?
With the advanced experience I had just learned, the majestic stone lion was smashed to pieces by a slap before it could hold its own for a long time.
"How dare monsters and ghosts do tricks in front of me? Hmph!"
Gu Huai was so happy that he galloped and collided again!
Since the light element himself didn't know the spiritual skills and was not familiar with the fighting rules of the dragon clan, not to mention that there was no contract between them, he did not interfere too much with the other party's behavior.
The battle became intense, and the mountain owner intentionally or unintentionally guided Gu Huai to a more central area to prevent the still animals from gathering more terrifying creatures.
The little tiger lights a lantern.
He likes to be leisurely, and this state of muddling along has become the main perspective for some reason. There is no place to write about Him at all.
The black sheep approached the little mushroom that smiled from time to time.
? ? ?
Why are you so funny after not seeing each other for a while?
Light Element: No, brother, don’t read my tags for nothing! Refuse to look at people through colored glasses!
What's more, how can this characteristic of Doubi be seen with the naked eye?
"This world is very interesting. When I came in, I was inspired by you."
"Oh?" The little tiger thought for a moment, feeling slightly embarrassed. After all, he seemed to have attracted another seven or eight hundred people...
It doesn't matter, I don't know where these people come from.
"Captain! Hey, this is——"
"This is Professor Black Sheep, my friend."
The little tiger talks nonsense.
"Good teaching!"
"Hello, my friend." After Black Sheep's opening remarks, his face showed surprise, he put down his arrogant posture, and bowed respectfully, "In you, I see the extremely high moral standards that I have not seen for a long time, and the glorious quality of life is engraved on you. See you in the future in your passing years."
"Eh? You, you know me?" Gu Huai blinked.
"I can see your past. This reminds me of a long-lost word: gentleman. I have never been close to this kind of life, but I feel the weight of these two words in you."
Black Sheep showed gentleness and humility: "My predecessors said that life has weight, and a gentleman is the weight on which the weight is weighed. The nobler the life, the greater the density. Through your mirror, I see I have many shortcomings.”
"Hey..., thank you for the compliment, hee hee hee." Gu Huai giggled, and the dragon was overwhelmed by the series of overwhelming praises.
Crow Priest came to the rescue: "Don't put too much pressure on him. He is still a child and is learning."
"Yes, I'm just excited. I'm a philosopher who once gave up on the road of being an artist. You know, in a noble civilization, every citizen is an artist.
"I have seen the Seventh Dimension, but there are 'ordinary people' there. I am very confused, are there any extraordinary people? A civilization where citizenship is not universal must have a strict hierarchy. This is not The dross that a higher civilization should have.
"But I saw a statue in the administrative center of Gaia civilization. It was dressed in white..."
"It seems that you have recalled all the scenery on your journey." Little Tiger interrupted.
He knew very well that the Gaia civilization that Black Sheep was talking about was the one on the main sequence, and the grudge between Gu Huai and the other party must not start now.
"Oh! Yes, I communicated with a scholar. He has read thousands of books and traveled thousands of miles. The communication with him was very pleasant. These things were all told to me by him.
"It turns out that I have been to so many places, experienced so many things, and experienced those long years. I feel that I am so real. My friend, I should have told you these feelings first."
"I heard it all. A noble person like you will not hide his opinions. I am very happy to get along with you. Please come here."
"Yes, yes, we need to have a good chat. I was so excited that I couldn't control my desire to express myself for a while. I hope you can understand."
