"This matter is finally over."
After confirming that the demon world had not been discovered, Xu Sheng breathed a sigh of relief.
If he was given a choice, he wouldn't want to start this battle at all.
Because for him, the reward is far less than the effort, and the consumption of the two covering flags has brought the bottom of the net worth he finally accumulated.
I was originally planning to exchange some supplies, but I had to wait for one more day.
"The Equivalence of All Things is very powerful this time, and it deserves to be that it took so long to open."
Xu Sheng was a little lucky. If there was no equivalent existence of all things, he might have to seek help from the principal.
He had no idea that the person he was fighting was the descendant of the High Sage.
He thought he was a saint at most. In his consciousness, there would be no intersection at all with the high saint. He was an absolute 'big shot'.
Even the principal Xiao Sihai had to be respectful in front of Gao Sheng.
Therefore, he has not yet truly realized the equal power of all things.
It's amazing that a mere three hundred thousand incense can escape the detection of a high saint.
What kind of things do these all things refer to?
How is equivalence equivalent?
…
Small world, Huntuo tribe.
The warriors returned home with a full load, making the entire tribe enter a carnival.
Among them, some people shed tears because what they were waiting for were the bones of their loved ones.
"Aniang, is this Dad? Why is he still sleeping? He's so lazy. Xiaohua is much more diligent than Dad!"
A pink little girl blinked her big eyes and held the hand of the young woman next to her in confusion.
Her name is Yuhua, and she is one of the two children in the tribe who has spiritual roots.
The young woman tried not to cry. She patted her daughter's back gently and said, "Xiaohua, where is daddy? He is too tired and needs a good rest. You go and play. Mom is here to take care of daddy. "
"Oh! Then Xiaohua went to play with Dahuang!" the little girl said happily, and then ran out of the house on her short legs.
"Woof woof woof."
"Grrrrrrrr."
Listening to the sounds of play outside, the woman finally couldn't bear it any longer and threw herself next to the coffin, tears streaming down her face, and suppressed cries echoed throughout the room.
The conquest of the small world is bound to be accompanied by casualties.
No matter when or where, the strength of the human race must be accompanied by blood and fire.
When we were still living like hair and drinking blood, every hunt was a race for life.
When civilization emerged and a clustered society entered the stage, materials were obtained through repeated struggles.
The strength of the Huntuo tribe does not depend on God's gift.
It was their own brave will that developed rapidly under the guidance of Xu Sheng.
This year, little Yuhua was just over a year old, and she didn't have much contact with her father. If her mother hadn't been talking about it in her ears, she wouldn't have had much of an impression at all.
As she grew older, she gradually realized that a family must be complete with her parents and herself.
When her playmates were bullied, they would always shout that I should go home and tell my dad, but she couldn't say that.
Gradually, she, who was originally lively, became quiet. When she watched other people's fathers carrying their little friends on their shoulders, an emotion called envy appeared in her eyes.
When no one was around, she would always look at the night sky in a daze, wondering which star her father had turned into.
This year, Jihua was three years old.
…
"Hahaha, brother, please slow down, Xiaoyi is going to fall!"
In front of an ordinary wooden house, a seven or eight-year-old boy was running wildly with a three-year-old boy on his back.
The Desolate level of Destiny allows all the newly born children in the small world to develop very well. Even when they are just young children, they still have strong physical fitness.
On the wall of this room, there are various wooden knives, guns and spears, and the man inside is making furniture. He is a carpenter with good skills. He supports his family of five by selling furniture to Tongtian City.
The little boy Xuan Yi has the strongest warrior talent in the tribe. Although he is still young, he has already shown that he is much smarter than children of the same age.
At the same time, he was also very interested in various weapons. The wooden weapons on the wall were all made for him by his father. Whenever he was alone, Xuanyi would pick them up and wave them around on the field with a sweet voice.
"Master, how are you? I think Xiaoyi is a good candidate for martial arts. When he gets older, you can send him to a martial arts school in the city to learn martial arts, right?" said the woman in coarse linen clothes.
The man hesitated for a moment. Going to the martial arts gym was expensive, but when he thought about the benefits of becoming a powerful warrior, he finally gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, let's live frugally in the past few years. I'll try to buy more furniture and save up." Money to learn skills.”
The woman nodded without any hesitation.
Before Tongtian City appeared, there was not so much emphasis in the tribe, and everyone helped each other.
After the emergence of Tongtian City, the distance seemed to be far away. Gradually, something called 'money' appeared and spread in just over half a year.
People's hearts seem not to be so pure anymore.
The neighbors who used to talk to each other about everything, after not seeing each other for a few months, when they met again, they found that they felt like they were a world away, and they could no longer say a few words to each other - you have your life, I have my circle.
…
"Dad, if Min'er keeps silent, will there be any problems..."
"What's the problem? My dear grandson is so smart! In my opinion, he will definitely become a great man in the future, maybe like the Great Elder and Elder Kuang Clan!"
"Hiss... Dad, you are too brave to think about it."
In Tongtian City, in a courtyard that was twice as big as the one next to it, a young man in his twenties was discussing with a middle-aged man in his forties.
Not far from them, a little boy in brocade clothes and a round hat was reading books without any influence.
He reads very quickly, and if there is an occasional pause, it will pass quickly.
There was maturity and wisdom in his eyes that did not match his age. Sitting there, he looked more like an adult than a three- or four-year-old child.
The words of his father and grandfather could not disturb his reading.
Soon, he finished reading the book in his hand. He stood up silently, went to the bookshelf next to him, stood on tiptoe with his small body, and pulled out another volume from the top.
Both young people and middle-aged people saw it, and then stopped the discussion. After looking at each other, they all saw the joy in each other's eyes.
No matter what, Min'er is definitely a magical person.
"I think we should hire a teacher for Min'er in two days. It will be difficult for him to study on his own." The young man looked at his father.
The middle-aged man pondered for a moment, then nodded and said: "Tomorrow I will go to the east of the city to ask for the master. He has been well-known in the tribe for his erudition. With Min'er's intelligence, he will definitely like him."
"good."
After the two made their decision, they looked at the little boy not far away.
From beginning to end.
Little Qianmin was completely immersed in books, without any interference from external objects.
