The zebra exercise method can be more efficient and effective, and now you can glide down the rocks to achieve a smooth landing without breaking your legs.

After two or three trips, go into the nest and pick a fat and crispy leaf to nibble on, regain physical strength, and rest a little.

Two tentacles suddenly poked into the narrow hole, shaking constantly, releasing pheromones.

"Come out, meat, eat ......"

Simple, intermittent, with a message of excitement.

"Meat!"

Spotted Bou was overjoyed, threw away the leaves, and quickly burrowed out of the nest.

Standing at the entrance of the cave was an adult female cockroach, with two forelimbs and toes clawing a piece of meat torn from nowhere, and placing it in front of Zebrabu like a treasure.

The mother of the zebra is an adult female cockroach whose body color has been a little dull, and the body has begun to age, and her life is coming to an end.

Cockroaches have two modes of reproduction, parthenogenetic and hermaphroditic, and both sexes must be reproduced to have a small probability of giving birth to a male cockroach.

Hundreds of cockroaches in the neighborhood are all his daughters, and his son is only one of them.

In the red cockroach tribe, the female cockroaches are bright red, and the male cockroaches are pink, and in their aesthetic cognition, red is the beautiful color.

Banbu is a freak, the first time he molts, the carapace turns black-brown, and then the shell, each time it becomes blacker and blacker, which is undoubtedly an ugly outlier in the eyes of the other members of the Red Cockroach tribe.

The sisters and sisters all dislike Zebra and don't want to be with it.

Only this cockroach mother never abandons and takes good care of her.

About last month, the mother cockroach brought two shredded meat in her mouth overnight to help it complete its third molting and growth ahead of schedule.

Madara was not polite, and ate deliciously, and at the same time couldn't help but use his brain and think.

"Where did such thick muscle fibers come from, which must be a big-sized creature?"

"The last time it can be understood as good luck, and it happened by chance, how can it be explained this time?"

Wasting a bunch of brain cells, I can't figure it out.

Watching Zebra gobble up the shredded meat, the mother cockroach lovingly shook her tentacles and touched Madara Bu's tentacles to convey her happy emotions.

"Meat, and ......"

Mother Cockroach turned and ran.

Banbu moved, waved his tentacles, and anxiously delivered the message: "Wait! ”

The mother cockroach stopped, turned around, shook her tentacles, and sent out a message of doubt.

Banbu quickly caught up, climbed onto the back of the mother cockroach, and continued to transmit the signal: "Together." ”

The mother cockroach shakes its tentacles and transmits a signal: "Danger." ”

Banbu continued to send a signal: "Don't be afraid, together." ”

The mother cockroach stood in place and thought for a while, and finally ran quickly with the zebra.

Climb the ridge of the mountain and run along the ridge to a nearby peak.

For the small cockroach, it is quite a long distance, and halfway through, the mother cockroach stops several times to look for rotten leaves, eat to replenish her energy, and then continue on her way.

It wasn't until late at night that I finally came to the sunny side of the mountain.

Banbu was shocked by the image in front of him.

A special wood, a special plant.

One bush in particular is the raspberry, which is more robust than the usual raspberries in the mountains, with russet veins and raspberry fruits, many of which emit a faint orange glow.

Force Plants!

Madara recognized it at a glance.

The Force creatures?

Next to the raspberry, a bright red oversized cockroach is leisurely cutting off a section from the corpse of a half-serpentine creature, peeling off the snake skin and discarding it.

"This is the Red Cockroach Tribal warrior described in the Inheritance Memory?"

"The warriors of the Red Cockroach tribe know how to use the Force to achieve genetic evolution?"

"Or is it the natural potential of the race's genes?"

Banbu looked a little sluggish.

In an instant, there are too many questions to think about, all kinds of questions come one after another, the brain cells are not enough, and the brain is a little drowsy.

Mother Cockroach stops, waving her tentacles, signaling that Zebrabu is ready to come down.

It was anxious, waiting for no movement for a moment, and flared its wings restlessly, shaking off the spotted cloth, making a "chirp" chirp, and desperately rushing towards a larger skeleton not far away.

Madara came back to his senses and looked fixedly: the incomplete bones of large creatures were like a small mountain for the tiny cockroaches, and the inside and outside of the mountain were densely crawled with cockroaches, crowded to grab food, and the angry warning chirps of "chirp" were intertwined.

Banbu turned his head to look at the red cockroach tribal warrior lying next to the mutated raspberry bush: it may be very picky, or it may be that he has already eaten enough, a piece of skinned snake meat, hastily gnawed two bites and discarded at will, immediately attracting the waiting cockroach group nearby to rob him.

It was surrounded by immature groves, and the large trees that had grown had been stripped of their bark and had their branches cut off, and had long since withered and decayed, and were replaced by newly planted saplings, which were clean and weeds were all eradicated.

Zebra carefully identified it, and was sure that not only the ripe raspberries, but also the other saplings planted were all Force plants!

In places where the Force is abundant, there is a very small chance that a normal plant will be genetically mutated to become a Force plant. Force plants do not have the ability to reproduce, and it can be said that each plant is unique in the universe, the highest level of existence among carbon-based plant lifeforms.

The technology at the disposal of humans has not yet been able to alter the chance of genetic mutations, nor can they reproduce them.

Banbu doesn't think a primordial planet cockroach can do things that humans can't.

So, where did so many Force plants come from in front of you? Could it be that there is a high probability that a Force plant will be born on this planet?

Banbu's heart was so excited that he couldn't suppress the violent tremors all over his body: in the process of molting and growing up at every age, there will be an awakening of the memory of racial inheritance engraved in the genes. Grow to a certain extent on your own, and you can definitely get information related to the Force plants.

Banbu secretly examined and measured the size of the Red Cockroach Clan's warriors.

There is no instrument to measure gravity, and it is not even possible to estimate the volume of the planet in which it is located. There was no timekeeping instrument, so the days could only be counted from day and night, but there was no way to know how many hours each day was.

Without both of these data, it would be impossible to judge the general size of the planet's creatures.

From a new perspective, there is no tool that can measure the length, and Banbu can't even judge what his current body shape is, so he uses a "relative measurement" calculation method: the body length of his birth is defined as 1, and the current 4 years old, the body length is 2.5; the sister and sister hatched from the same egg sheath are 7 years old, and the body length is 4; the body length of the 10-year-old sub-adult should reach about 5.5; and the body length of the 19-year-old adult cockroach varies from 9 to 10 according to the difference in physique.

Based on this self-created unit of length measurement, the body length of the Red Cockroach Tribal warrior should have reached about 200.

The physical properties of matter will not differ much from the planets of the universe.

By comparing dirt and gravel particles, Zebra roughly estimated his own defined unit of length1 to be roughly equivalent to 0.2 to 0.5 centimeters.

In other words, the body length of the Red Cockroach tribal warrior is within 0.4 to 1 meter.

Small, small.

Being small also means that you are not strong.

Zebra continued to observe the white bones piled up nearby, mostly snakes, all cut into sections and gnawed clean. There are also the skeleton remains of large creatures, all of which are incomplete.

Banbu guessed that it should be the food that the Red Cockroach Tribe warrior and other warriors in front of him regularly hunted together in the jungle and got after success.

"I don't know what the other warriors of the tribe are in size and how powerful they are?"

"If you know how to plant and cultivate Force plants, and if you know how to absorb the Force on your own to achieve genetic evolution, then there are infinite possibilities, and there should be a strong existence."

Thinking about the problem continuously, Zebra's head was a little drowsy, the little nutrients that had been accumulated in his body had long been consumed, and his physical strength was completely exhausted, so he climbed under a tree with difficulty, rummaging for rotten leaves to eat.