"I love talking to smart people, you can count one. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoAfter all, talking to smart people never takes a twist and turn. It's good to take what you need. ”

"But talking to smart people requires extra brain capacity to think, and I hate thinking. I added.

I kind of understand how to use the hand in the bird's mouth.

I stood aside and watched as he knocked a tree to the ground with one punch, and then sharpened it with his fingers and cut it into just the right piece of wood.

It took him half an hour to build a well-shaped wooden house leaning on a few huge logs.

Then he squinted, stretched out his two fingers, pinched a small twig, stuck it in a piece of dry wood, and drilled it quickly.

With a snort, the bird also put the ignited firewood into the pre-set campfire pit. Because some of the firewood was still a little damp, the smoke from the bonfire that had just been lit was also smoked, and we came out of the wooden house for a while.

By the time we could get in, the vents in the wooden house had been blackened with smoke.

Bright flames drove out the remaining moisture from the fresh wooden house.

My limbs, which had stiffened after standing for so long, were gradually becoming more flexible by the fire. I shook my legs and stretched my arms, and the comfort was indescribable.

The bird erected a metal shelf, took out an iron box with fresh water and ice, put it on the fire, and boiled it.

He began to kill time and sleepiness by taking out the dry rations from the carry-on package and holding the blanket to the fire.

The crackling of firewood, the faint howl of wolves from afar, the buzz of the wind blowing through the wooden house, I could even hear my own breathing and heartbeat at this time. This atmosphere and this scene are quiet and comfortable.

The bird handed me a sticky stick with dry food in it, and he himself had already eaten it.

The dry food is grilled and crispy, and the slight charcoal flavor always reminds people of the feeling of a family roasting steamed bread slices together when I was a child.

"Whew, satisfied, satisfied......" Fenniao took out a close-fitting small wine jug, carefully poured a bottle of wine with the lid and put it into his mouth, shaking his head in admiration while tasting the sip of wine.

The bird watched me staring at his flask, and shook the flask to indicate that there were quite a few in it, and that he could give it to me.

"No, I'm allergic to alcohol. "I can only decline his kindness.

"I can't sleep," said the bird, burying his head, "want to hear the story?"

"If you don't listen to me, I'll teach you a lesson. I replied.

The bird tucked the corner of the blanket, opened the lid of the kettle again, looked at how the water was boiling, and said, "This is a story about cause and effect, good and evil......

The story takes place in a magical world.

The people of that world possess the same power as the God who created the world.

The people of that world are born without roots and tendons and have incomplete brain development, in short, they do not distinguish between good and evil, good and bad, and do not know the secrets of the depths of the world. They just walk forward in a mess every day, and when they see obstacles, they will only tear down them in the simplest and rude way.

This is the price of God's punishment when God uses the same power.

God will not allow a second psychic creature to appear who wields the same power as him, not one.

But why didn't God get rid of these creatures?

"For God and mortals have the same root and different origins. ”

When mortals die, so will God be annihilated. This sword of Damocles hangs over the head of every god.

"Then there is the opposite of everything, and everything is variable. ”

Living beings are living beings after all, and they have countless variables.

The creatures learned to communicate, and it took them a long time, so long that it paralyzed the nerves of the gods, and made the gods really think that mortals were just ants.

Communication brought with it all the more variables, and creatures or mortals began to come together. They began to understand natural selection, they began to form groups, they learned to use tools.

"They...... Begin to evolve. Fen Bird said this with a sigh.

However, there are still too many things in this world that mortals don't understand, so they choose to take a step back.

"Things and causal relationships that are not understood by mortals are identified as defining spirits, and mortals are left to their own choices and they sit back and enjoy their success. It's a pity that this does more harm than good. ”

Once the Defining Spirit leaves its place, the world collapses much faster than mortals think.

A building should not be built on a fundamentally shaky foundation, the higher it is built, the more it will be destroyed. And the same is true of a world.

The defining spirits of the world left the spiritual temple one after another, and the foundation of the world began to crumble, followed by the destruction of things built on the foundation, and the gods were also greatly injured by this.

Who makes God like to take shortcuts?

The world began to be destroyed, and the consciousness of the origin of the world began to awaken.

Under pressure that the world will be destroyed, the world consciousness makes a rather risky decision.

She merged with a soul from another world, and used that soul's memories to reset all the defining spirit halls. The old world dies out, and the new world is reborn with the canonization of the soul of a different world.

The Definitives were contained and forbidden to continue their evolution, they became carved on cardboard of books, texts, and permanently lost the ability to choose evolution, and the redundant Definers lost the meaning of existence.

These defining spirits began to take revenge. ”

"And the tool of revenge is the chain of corruption that pulls a sub-world into the void. ”

Speaking of which, if I don't understand anymore, I'm really retarded.

The soul of the other world and the creator of the world is my father.

The consciousness of the world is my mother.

But before the story was finished, the bird ignored my face and continued:

"The power of the creator god is of the same origin as the world, and at this time, the disadvantages of the adventure of world consciousness are gradually revealed. With each world that dies, the power of the creator god is lost. Correspondingly, the power of the God of Destruction will also weaken as the power of the God of Creation weakens. The ambitions of the Discord Definitors are also coming to the fore. ”

Do they want to kill the current god and crown themselves as gods?

God's consciousness is connected to the world, and once God dies, the world will collapse with it.

"The Discord will use the energy that collapses all worlds at once to create new worlds. ”

"How do you know?" I asked.

Half of the dry food in my hand had been pinched, so I ate the piece in my hand as soon as the bird's answer was given.

The bird shrugged his shoulders, pretended to make a mysterious gesture and said, "The Buddha said, don't say it." ”

Well, it looks like he's talking about this thing just to whet my appetite.

"You bastard, you tell such anticlimactic stories. "I gnawed on the dry food as if it were the bones of the man over there.

Fenniao snorted and said, "Next time, next time I will definitely finish this story." ”