"The worm has lived for two hundred years, the longest living human I have ever seen."

Grandpa White Butterfly's voice echoed in the dark space, while He Chen stood still.

Two hundred years?

This, this, this......

Has he cultivated immortals?

At this time, the scene changed, and all kinds of life and combat training scenarios flashed by.

In the blur, He Chen could see that Grandpa Bai Die's green caterpillar was very happy during his period, and he could always be accompanied by Ling's silver bell-like laughter, crisp, innocent and happy.

"Green worms, cat-shaped fruit leaves, aren't leaves delicious?"

"Green worm, this fruit is so sweet!"

"Green chrysalis, it's so comfortable to hold you, it's cool."

"Little white butterfly, is this flower so beautiful, hehe."

……

The worm seems to have only one daughter and only one wife from the spirit's mother.

Monogamy.

In tribal times, this was very rare.

Many people don't know who their father is, they only know who their mother is, and there are very few people like this who almost form a family of three in later generations.

Of course, with few people like the Green Worm Tribe, the blood relationship is still clearly distinguished.

"I spent a long time with the spirit, and finally evolved from a green worm, that is, a green caterpillar, to a white butterfly." Grandpa White Butterfly's voice has emotions and memories.

Time flies.

Eventually, Ling grew up and became a tall girl, and her round face was elongated and turned into a melon seed face.

Moreover, unlike others, girls love cleanliness very much, and their waist-length hair is clean and very soft.

Because she was the only daughter of the leader after she was more than a hundred years old, the spirit did not have to go out hunting with the hunting party, but was well protected, and she had never even seen blood.

However, this makes the spirit more innocent and cleaner.

It's like a bouquet of white flowers in this savage, dirty world.

A green lotus growing in the silt.

At this time, in the stone house.

A young girl sat on the ground, in front of which was a polished square stone, like a table.

The girl's hair fell over her shoulders, and there was a small white flower beside her ear.

"Little White Butterfly, do you want to find a female white butterfly to mate with in the future?" The girl clubbed her head and frowned.

Grandpa White Butterfly was flying around the house at this time, constantly using his mental power to arrange the large and small stone pots and the flowers in the pots, as if he was doing housework, and did not answer her.

Those flowers were brought back by the spirit.

"The day after tomorrow is mating day, Abba Eminem wants me to mate, but I don't want to." Grandpa Bai Die was busy with housework and didn't answer, so the girl pouted and continued: "Why don't you go out with me?" I'm so curious about what the outside world is like......"

Mating day is a very important festival for the tribesmen, on this day, everyone has to find their favorite mating partner, and then hold a mating event to wait for the next year's cubs.

Mating Day is a grand and serious event that guarantees the prosperity of the population of the Worm tribe.

Every year, every year, endlessly.

At this time, the young white butterfly grandfather paused, looked at the girl and screamed, meaning that it was dangerous outside.

The girl's eyes were jet black, looking pure and divine, as pure as the night sky: "Little White Butterfly, will you protect me?" ”

Over the years, the girl has been responsible for innocent romance and eating, drinking, and Lazar, at most, plus planting some flowers and plants.

And Grandpa White Butterfly often went out to train when he was a green caterpillar.

The insect tribe is divided into many departments, such as the green insect department, the mealworm department, the praying mantis department, and the leader chose an ordinary green insect egg for his daughter.

So this green worm, that is, Grandpa White Butterfly, has attracted much attention.

It has been training with ladybugs, thread balls, hairballs, etc., since the green worm period, and when it comes to white butterflies, it has fought against giant pincer mantises, Heracross, nanny bugs, etc.

Train in the morning, go out with the spirit in the afternoon, train in the evening, and use silk or telekinesis to do housework from time to time.

Fulfilling, busy.

But He Chen could feel that joy and joy.

At the same time, Grandpa White Butterfly's combat power is also not bad.

"Little White Butterfly, do you want to protect me?" It seems that Grandpa Bai Die didn't answer, she plunged her waist, pursed her mouth, and pretended to be angry.

"Baa ......"

Grandpa White Butterfly didn't seem to be telepathic at that time, and could only express it through his call.

It means: dangerous outside, don't go.

"What's the danger out there? There are a lot of monsters out there, and maybe some of them are as beautiful as you! In a blink of an eye, Ling smiled and hugged Grandpa Bai Butterfly and shook it:

"Little White Butterfly, come with me~Little White Butterfly~"

The girl's eyes are bright, and she is coquettish with her white butterfly grandfather.

"Baa ......"

Grandpa White Butterfly reluctantly succumbs to the girl.

So, the two took advantage of the men's hunting and the women's grinding of stone tools, and secretly escaped from the tribe.

Powerful elves patrol the sky above the Worm Tribe at all times, and warriors armed with stone knives and spears walk around.

However, they were all prevaricated by the spirit in various ways to cope with the past.

In the end, one person and one worm walked out of the tribe!

……

"That time, I shouldn't have said yes to her, but I'm glad I did."

Grandpa White Butterfly said regretfully.

He Chen was puzzled, so he watched the scene change for a while.

Grandpa Bai Die was in his youth at the time, not only knew all kinds of insect skills, but also telekinesis, and even He Chen saw the powerful insect skill "Butterfly Dance".

One by one, the demonic beasts that came to attack were defeated, but the spirit did not allow Grandpa White Butterfly to kill them, but instead treated them.

She's too kind.

Kind-hearted people don't look like people of this era.

And there is innocence, love of beauty, and love of cleanliness that does not belong to this era.

In the past, the tribe was attacked by a group of flying elves, and although it was repelled, some junior insect elves would die.

Even if a green caterpillar dies, she will be sad for a long time.

However, to the surprise of the young White Butterfly Grandpa, those elves finally began to follow in the footsteps of the spirit.

For example, a pangolin king who was defeated by it, such as a Qilin Qi who was injured and dying and was then rescued......

One by one, the demonic beasts followed behind her, and in just two days, there were ten demonic beasts behind them.

In the past two days, Ling only ate tree fruits, because she was reluctant to kill demonic beasts.

"Is this how all the meat I used to eat came from?" She asked.

"Huh." Grandpa White Butterfly groaned softly.

The spirit was silent.

She thought of the scene she had seen earlier.

The saccharsinosaur was killed by the fossil pterosaur, and only the lone saccharosaurus was left crying.

The Monarch Snake and the Tutai Turtle are fighting for turf and inadvertently crush some of the little Ladas.

There are also flaming horses that are attacked and preyed upon by a group of Heruga after losing the battle for the leader.

The cruelty of the steppe, the truth of nature.

In the past two days, it has been displayed in front of her eyes.

Bloody.

"I'm homesick, little white butterfly, let's go back......" Ling was depressed.

……

He Chen sighed when he watched these scenes, the love of the leader of the insect tribe for the spirit can really be said to be doting.

How can there be no prehistoric blood? Fortunately in later generations, in prehistory, it is better to say that minors are still better to see blood in adulthood, otherwise it will be difficult to adapt to life.

However, He Chen found that it seemed to be more of Grandpa White Butterfly's memories of the spirit, and he did not show the reasons and processes of the migration of the green worm tribe.

At this time, the memories continued to unfold.

"Little white butterfly, is this flower pretty?"

The spirit who was about to go home was very happy and returned to his old liveliness.

She pinned a small white flower to her ear, which set off her very pure and lovely.

She rode on Qilinqi and gently stroked Qilinqi's back, not to play tricks on the other elves next to her.

It looks innocent and quirky.

He Chen likes the little master of Grandpa White Butterfly a little.

But at this moment, the scene shifted.

He Chen's pupils shrank.

There was blood red in front of him.

In the sky, unknown powerful beings were colliding and fighting, and all kinds of energy leaked out from above, rumbling.

And the tribe is in ruins, full of corpses, both human and elven.

Ling stood outside the tribe in a daze, next to his young grandfather White Butterfly, and behind him were ten elves.

Dead, all dead.

The tribesmen who were supposed to celebrate "mating day" were all dead.

And the reason seems to be caused by a certain existence in the sky.

The spirit just stared blankly at everything in the tribe.

Suddenly, she rushed into the tribe like crazy.

She wanted to rush into the house to have a look, but there was only a pile of stones in ruins.

"Abba...... Eminem! Where are you......" she cried out, and tears flowed from her eyes.

She didn't find the great leader of the Worm tribe, Worm, nor her mother.

Even entire tribes died, leaving only a pile of ruins and corpses.

And the energy fluctuations in the sky are getting bigger and bigger, and it will hit the ground if you want to see it.

Grandpa Bai Die immediately made a decision, immediately used his mental power to control the spirit, and fled outside, and the ten elves also hurriedly followed.

But just as they were about to flee the tribe, a voice rang in their ears.

"Wait a minute!"