Although the Sacred Lodge was in ruins, the Sacred Round Table and those Sacred Tree Stools did not hurt much.

Reconstruction also began on this day.

Originally, the spokesperson also strongly demanded that the things that could still be used should be used in order to maintain the original flavor of the sacred hut.

But there was not a single plank that met the standards of the spokesperson at the scene.

The erosion of the torrential rain has turned the already rotten wooden planks into pieces of tofu residue, which crumble when pinched.

But for the spokesperson, these crushed planks are still sacred objects.

For this reason, he also ordered that the debris be collected and brought back to the Holy City for worship.

The clean-up work was completed and the reconstruction proceeded steadily.

At the request of the spokesperson, the sacred hut was restored to its original appearance one by one.

The newly built Sacred Lodge is made of the finest materials and the latest technology, and the new Sacred Lodge will be incorruptible for 200 years and will be able to withstand a Category 10 typhoon.

After the sun broke, the remaining pieces of wood were collected as treasures and transported back to the Sacred City's Secret Museum for permanent collection.

The rest of the debris is transported to landfill deep in the primeval forest.

It was also on this day that there was an accident on the construction site.

The accident was that the worker in charge of the landfill was frightened by a big old bear and broke his leg.

According to the man's later account, the brown bear he encountered stood up to a height of 1.8 meters, and was more burly than a bison in the Americas.

When he suddenly saw the brown bear running towards him from a distance, he immediately jumped off the bulldozer and fled for his life.

The jump was not tightened, and the worker's leg was broken.

The worker, who was in terrible pain, seemed to hear the old bear's wheezing and panting, and suddenly thought that the old bear did not eat the dead.

So, the worker held his breath and closed his eyes and pretended to be dead.

And that's exactly what happened.

The old bear walked to the worker's side and deliberately sniffed for a while, and slowly climbed onto the bulldozer to become the driver.

It wasn't until the big old bear was playing with his skin that he slowly climbed down the bulldozer and shook his ass to walk the bear.

The worker was so frightened that he screamed out to God after he was rescued.

But he forgot that he had once picked up a golden metal fragment.

The piece of metal that he had picked up in the bulldozer was also missing after the old bear harassed him.

Typhoon No. 1 did not affect the city of hell 300 kilometers away, but caused it to rain heavily for another day.

No matter how heavy the rain is, there will be times when it will stop, just like the great flood in ancient times, which was clearly recorded by countless civilizations around the world.

Even if the flood wiped out everything, when the flood receded, there were still countless human beings who were lucky to survive and live tenaciously.

From generation to generation, humanity slowly expanded, branched out, and finally became the new master of this world.

After the rain and the sunshine, the city of hell ushered in the best time of the year.

In the summer of Hell, the temperature is moderate, the sun is shining brightly and brightly, the green trees of Central Park are beautiful, and the colorful clouds cover the blue sky with a beautiful scarf, making the whole city hazy and amorous.

A black silver moon leopard butterfly flickered its wings and flew happily in the air, aiming at a cluster of brilliant red roses and slowly landing, greedily absorbing the nectar of the roses.

The black wings are gently opening and closing, refreshing and pleasant.

The golden markings on the wings dazzle in the sunlight.

After sucking enough nectar, the Silver Moon Leopard and Butterfly also flew up at this time, fanning its brisk wings and flying happily into the distance.

Suddenly, a hand reached out of the air and caught the butterfly in its head.

The butterfly fluttered and struggled weakly, and the fine scales on its body were stained with those two fingers.

"Do you know why butterflies stay on flowers?"

"He's sucking nectar. ”

"What else?"

"I don't know. ”

In addition to sucking nectar, he also has the task of spreading pollen for the flowers. ”

The scissor-like fingers slowly loosened, and the silver moon leopard butterfly suddenly regained its free body, and fled in a panic from the beautiful and terrifying super mansion in front of her.

He ate the nectar and spread the pollen to other flowers, thus achieving the goal of pollinating the flowers. ”

"This is called taking what you need, and it can also be called static braking. ”

"In nature, every animal and plant has its own way of being. ”

"To exist is to be truth. ”

Located on Long Island, on the green golf lawn that can not be seen at a glance, a winning man stands quietly at the door of the former mansion of Mrs. Song, quietly looking into the distance.

"But without butterflies, flowers can spread pollen through the wind. ”

"Flowers don't need butterflies to spread pollen for themselves. ”

His stillness can't restrain the movement of butterflies. ”

Behind the man, a half-sized thin boy sat on the white railing of the doorway, looking in the direction the man was looking, a flash of disapproving contempt flashed in his dark eyes.

The corners of the man's mouth twitched and he whispered, "Wind." ”

"Not every day. ”

"Flowers are pollinated for only a few days, and on days when there is no wind, they have to be spread by butterflies. ”

"If you miss the butterfly, the flowers don't have a chance. ”

The little boy blinked his eyelids, revealing a blank look.

The man whispered again, "Next question." ”

"The wind gives the flowers the opportunity to pollinate, and the flowers, what does the wind give in return?"

The little boy held the golf club in his hand, gently skimmed the long golf cap, and said coldly.

"The wind is a product of nature, and as you say, existence is truth. ”

"Since the wind exists, the pollination of flowers is also true. ”

"As for the return?"

"The existence of the wind is the truth, so why should the flowers give the wind in return?"

The man raised his head slightly and whispered, "Wrong." ”

"The scent of the flowers is the reward for the wind. ”

"Smell!"

The little boy learned from the man to close his eyes high, breathe deeply, and suddenly open his eyes, flashing a light.

"I understand, Master. ”

"Got what?"

The little boy exclaimed, "Passive and active!"

"Flowers, butterflies, and wind, they are all products of nature, but the ultimate victor is the flowers. ”

The corners of the man's mouth turned up, a cigarette came out of his palm and lit it gently, and he said softly: "This is the strategy you will learn for the rest of your life." ”

"If you don't move, the butterflies will come to you. ”

"If you don't move, the wind will come to you. ”

"You just have to sit and wait, you just need to silently emit your own fragrance. ”

"They will naturally take the initiative to do what you want to do. ”

"Fragrance is your best weapon. ”

"All you pay is your scent. ”

The man closed his eyes slightly and said softly, "Brake ...... quietly."

I didn't understand this until I was sixteen. ”

"You're much better than me. ”

After a pause, the man said again: "Strategy is what you rely on in this life, no matter what happens, the first thing you have to consider is what you can give to others......"

"In this way, others will take the initiative to come to you. ”

The little boy lowered his head and gently patted his shoes with a golf club, and said softly, "However, I still want to learn your identification skills." ”

The man said lightly: "The future president doesn't need to learn identification. ”

"There's a lot of people lining up to help you get it. ”

The boy's head hung lower, and his feet pounded against the railing with heavy weight, as if to vent his frustration.

"Why can Luo Zhenxuan and Jin Nan learn, but I can't?"

The man said softly, "Each has its own fate!"

The little boy turned his head to look at the man and said quietly, "Is it because my nationality is the First Empire?"

The man took a puff of his cigarette and said calmly: "It has nothing to do with nationality, if you are not of Shenzhou blood, I will not accept you." ”

The head turned slightly, looking ahead.

"Go ahead. ”

"Your adoptive parents are here. ”

A battery car slowly drove over on the golf lawn, and the captain of the famous mountaineering team and farmer of the First Empire, Marku, waved to the man from afar, laughing and shouting.

"Kim!"