Jingwei resembles a crow, but its head is patterned, its beak is white, and its feet are red.

With this description alone, it is difficult for Mo to make up for it. Could it be that the crow's beak and claws change color?

Even so, what about the pattern on the head? What will it be?

Mo pondered for a long time, and then Adams suddenly opened the Best Metal and said, "Come on, the elf is not watching here." ”

Under the cover of Adams, Mo Qian and Jiang Long crawled out of the dirt.

The farm is very large, about a million square kilometers, and although the feather god is in charge of the meat clan, it is impossible to scan everyone at all times.

The cheaper way is to create millions of pokemon and watch them every few hundred meters.

As for Hagami himself, he is symbolically in the sky.

According to Adams's observations and temptations in the past month, he found that the feather god was just for everyone to see as a deterrent.

In fact, most of the time there is no supervision of the meat clan at all.

By listening to the sound of all things, Adams sensed that the god was dreaming a lot of the time, and occasionally talking in his dreams.

After a long, boring prison life, Feather God may only be able to daydream to pass the time.

As for the elves' stalking, Adams had already discovered that their patrol path had a big hole, and after a little observation, he summed up the timing of the blind spot.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Mo Qian and Jiang Long climbed out in a dignified manner.

In order to blend in with the meat clan, Mo Qian and Jiang Long are both naked.

"Don't worry, the elves can't identify more of you, they only record newborns, and they don't preset the possibility of suddenly having more adults. Its main duty is to ensure that these people do not violate the rules of the ancient gods. Adams said.

Mo Qian said: "Just because no one will come in for tens of millions of years, don't you think about many situations?"

Adams said, "It is true, the old gods are actually ...... There is no management system, it is completely a matter of setting up rules as much as you think, but following the old rules. ”

Mo Qian groaned: "The ancient gods have no civilization...... After countless years of wisdom, its social structure is not as good as the true sociality of ants. ”

"It's really strange that all their intelligence is used to perceive the root algorithm?" Adams pouted.

Mo Qian said: "The mode of thinking is different, they don't need it, they don't disdain! Only the weak need civilization." ”

Adams took them and introduced a group of people.

The group were naked, male and female, most of them looked to be only fourteen or fifteen years old, and their expressions were rather numb, sitting in the cool, dug sand pit.

"Kikyo, this is our captain, Mo Qian, he can take you out. Adams said.

The woman named Kikyo at the head is twenty years old, and although she is still very young, she has a certain indescribable maturity.

Among this group of people, she is already the eldest sister.

Her waist-length hair was messily draped, thin, and her face was pale, and she looked as if she had just given birth for a few days.

I saw Kikyo's eyes light up and said, "Can you really defeat God?"

"Are you afraid? If you're afraid, I can send some of you away first. Mo Qian smiled.

Kikyo shook his head and said, "Whether you kill the god or be killed by the god, you can do it." But he ......"

The woman pointed at Adams and said, "...... He promised to take me to see the bellflower flowers, and no one could ever make such a promise...... I want to see ...... So I want to live. ”

Mo Qian looked at Adams, and Adams smiled: "She's just this pursuit, no, it's insignificant to us, but to her, the bellflower is the way." ”

"Huh?" Mo was stunned.

Adams quickly introduced that this human race still has a language inheritance, and it can't write words, but there is still a language.

Even the emperor's daughters Sang and Chisong passed down a lot of stories, because of the ban of the ancient gods, so they were mainly not human stories.

What has been handed down by the emperor mulberry is the story of nature.

It is the birds that weave their nests to shield from the cold wind, the roots of the big trees to resist the water, and the fish that swim upstream, migrating to lay eggs.

It was the dripping water that penetrated the rock, and it was the shoots that opened the rock formations.

The sky covers all things, the earth carries all living beings, the four seasons rotate, the cold and heat alternate, the moon is full and the sun is lost, and the sun and noon are biased.

The mountains and rivers of the earth, flowers and trees, and all kinds of beasts live and eat each other, all of which were told by the emperor to those children who were destined to die.

The emperor didn't teach anything, but in fact, she taught everything.

So after so many years, they still know the flowers, the birds, the sunrise and sunset, the tide rises and falls.

It's just that painting is not allowed, those things only exist in the conception, in the oral picture of the brain.

Over time, everyone has a different understanding of the same thing, and no one has ever seen it anyway. Simply put, something called a flower will make them think of death, and desperately try to figure out what it looks like.

The more you don't know, the more uncertain you are, the more beautiful a thing will be, and the more you want to see through that veil to see what it looks like.

That kind of beauty is suffocating and soul-crushing.

In pursuit of this beauty, the meat people can give everything. It seems that if you can see the lotus flower with your own eyes, you can be regarded as seeing the avenue.

The Emperor Maiden Sang just told the children countless things that they would never see in this life.

It is enough to make what Mo Qian sees today still be people.

Over the past 800 million years, rational intelligence has indeed degenerated somewhat, but higher wisdom is higher intelligence, and with language, it will never degenerate into ordinary animals.

Their lives are boring and hopeless, and fantasy is the only thing they can do.

If they never knew that there were seas, starry skies, flowers and trees, mountains and rivers in this world, then they would not think about it.

But it is precisely because they know that there is, but only their sins, that they will never see it from life to death. Even, they are not allowed to draw and record what they imagine.

This kind of torture, this kind of can't get it, but it makes their brain replenishment ability extremely amazing, and it seems to have evolved.

And this, in fact, is understanding.

In this Genesis Mountain, which has a mysterious side, almost all human beings are geniuses.

They don't know what the sea really looks like, but they have an ocean in their hearts. I don't know how majestic the green mountains are, but I have a green mountain that belongs to me in my heart.

Knowing the mountains but not the mountains, knowing the water but not knowing the water. They have long since given up their lives, and they want to forget their deaths.

Mo Qian didn't know what kind of realm it would be after knocking on the palace for them, maybe far more than the Yuan Shen realm.

Adams said: "The earth in their eyes is childish and imaginative, and you can't imagine what we take for granted is in their hearts, and how much it attracts and attracts them." It is the poison that torments their minds, and at the same time, it is also the antidote to a desperate life. ”

"In just over 20 days, I have persuaded hundreds of millions of people to resolve to resist. The number is still increasing, and dusty dreams are spreading rapidly among them, like waves. ”

"The first person I saw here was Kikyo, who had only two dreams, to see the flower in her name, and then die cleanly. ”

Mo Qian said, "You can pass on the appearance of the bellflower to her." ”

Adams shook his head and said, "I want her to see, smell, and touch the bellflower with her own eyes, if it's just a spiritual sensor, it's actually no different from her new brain making up another possibility." ”

"Mo poor, this battle, we must win. ”

"The Old Gods must die, and all the others must be brought home. ”

Mo Qian smiled and said, "Three billion people are too many...... I can't send them all away in front of the old gods, it seems that I can only kill the old gods in front of them. ”

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Demonic Cangyue said

:I'm sorry.,I've coded the next chapter.,But I'm not satisfied.,It's not the feeling I want.,After I got up, I sent it directly to three chapters in a row.,Go to bed first.。