As Yuan grew up, Xi made the decision to separate Yuan from the existing tribes. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info Gu Buwa's tears, and after distributing them to the original considerable population, he watched them leave. The tall and sturdy Hara was like a standing bear, and after expressing his determination to take care of the community that he had taken away, he walked in the direction of the rising sun on a summer morning without looking back. Yuan was not the first person to leave, and all the outstanding young people in the community, Xi gave them the opportunity to leave and made corresponding arrangements. So far, the area they know is still very limited, and more people need to be sent to explore it constantly. This time, Hara's departure, in addition to the mission of exploring the unknown area and strengthening them, also accepted an instruction from Xi, that is, he could go to a place close to the river and find people who could also deform. When Yuan accepted the task, he was not surprised, he didn't know how many times he had been transformed in the more than a dozen winters and summers from childhood to adulthood, and such a task must have been considered very important by Xi. The way he looked at Xi before he turned around, it showed his understanding of the task. Even though many people left, the scale of the Xi tribe was still growing rapidly, and after settling down, the weather was suitable, and Wa led the people to plant some plants and trees, and achieved great results. With a relatively stable supply of food, the population of the community increased much faster.

Xi doesn't need to worry about the development of the community, and the issues he considers don't seem to have much to do with them. The traces on the ground, in his opinion, can convey a lot of truths and explain what he sees and hears every day. A lot of the time, he was with the old people in the community who were hunched over when they walked in the middle of the year. What is thought in their heads, or what they simply comprehend, continues to be what they talk about. These contents make the old people not understand, but fear and awe, for the simple reason that no one can have such thoughts. In addition, none of them know the origin of Xi, and even if they know that Xi has no origin, they are long gone, and they have only one content about the existence of Xi, which is probably the statement left by their ancestors, Xi is the leader sent by heaven or earth, and is the representative of God.

After the first round of the battle with the bounty hunter whom he had never met, Korols did not slack off, but any hunter who roamed the depths of the universe and exchanged destruction and killing for money would not give up, and there must be a second battle in the near future. The most unbearable thing is not the actual battle itself, but the waiting before the battle. From Nabra to bring the struggle between the power groups to Earls, is this a mercy of the cosmic gods for the fledgling planet, or is it a mutilation? Endals's mutilated body, still busy, instructed Paris, the individual who had been interfered with, and who was now most likely to be controlled, to decrypt the procedure. In the case that direct close control is not possible, the command can only be issued remotely. The thick Wantel not only blocked the arrival of the hunters, but now also hindered the launch of remote control commands. Endals, of course, knew that the temple in the depths of the jungle was originally designed to avoid the captain's detection, and it could shield the signal itself. The combination of Paris and the Hunter will soon discover the wonders of that base and will surely serve as their new base. The more worried Endals became, the more irritable he became, and his gums began to ache. This is not a new problem, and since entering Earls, although the rate of aging is slow to be seen, it has been noticeable for a long time. Each tooth in the gums begins to become loose. How much better could the captain be, he had already become sluggish in walking. From the young people who came when they first came to the old age, after so many years, in the end, they have to try their best to solve the original problems. But how can you dodge.

It was not only the strength of the hunter that was feared, but also the same problems that tested him as Endals. After going through so much, the frustration of not being able to go back before, not long after it dissipated from his mind, the opportunity to return to Nabra came, and it was the bounty hunter who might have brought him back. What's more, the bounty hunter doesn't necessarily need his people, maybe it's more convenient to go back with the corpse. After drilling into Wantel, I thought I could sit and watch the future of Earls, but the ideal that was not ideal was shattered. With the help of the hunter who had been interfered with, Korors could no longer be free to have an absolute advantage in evolution in Earls. There wasn't much freedom for them to survive here, and it was a question of a long sigh that he could leave behind every time he drank the contents of the cup. After a long sigh, you still have to follow the plan discussed with your assistant and be prepared to deal with it. From the beginning of the flight, the purpose of existence itself is to continue to exist. But what's the point of continuing to exist? Every time he thought of this, Crown twisted his brow and rolled together the skin that had already begun to stiffen, believing that at that time, his face must have been the ugliest. What could be uglier than the face of a miserable man, so he no longer straightens himself in the mirror.

In addition to his busy schedule, Endals came up with a new idea. He advises the captain to have another adventure, but the captain does not understand what it means to take risks. Endals smiled bitterly and explained that every time we have a major plan, who can predict the result, and if you don't expect the result, isn't it just an adventure? Coming out of Nabra, it's already an adventure, and every day is a continuation and development of the adventure. The captain did not appreciate the poetry in the words of the assistant, but he agreed with the assistant. Endals's suggestion was that the object of another unplanned intervention would be the architecturally sized organisms that were swimming around the base. The assistant said that since we had tried before, we could have created a powerful colony in Wantel that could fight against the hunters. He pointed to one of the creatures and said that he was not much farther away from our creatures than the one who had been chosen to interfere in the first place, and even had some advantages in terms of structural foundations. The good news is that these organisms do not need to breed in groups, on the contrary, a considerable number of them can reproduce as a single individual, and the number between generations is considerable, far exceeding those on land. Coupled with the fact that seventy percent of the entire planet Earls is covered by Vandel, if the intervention is basically successful, they will be able to fight the hunters with ease. The captain touched his chin and looked through the window of the base to observe the creatures on the other side that did not dare to get too close, and asked rhetorically if this was really possible? Endals brought himself another glass, gulped down the sharp pain on the left side of his body, and said that this was my idea. Of course I know what you mean. I am crippled, and I cannot explain the original separation, and I cannot erase the impact I left on you. But this time, I just want to help you and the Hunter complete the fight.

He held out his hand to the captain, and after a short moment's hesitation, the captain extended his hand as well. The skin was no longer slippery, and after contact, it seemed to have the same feeling as before, like the first time the two of them shook hands when they first boarded the ship and became a member of the ship. After shaking hands, Ndals was excited, dropped the cup, turned around and quickly left to prepare to interfere in the process. The captain was somewhat confident, yes, it was irrational to only think about how to fight head-on in the face of hunters. After he finished drinking his stuff, he also began to get busy, and the individual after the intervention needed to be implanted with a lot of thinking programs, and he needed to intervene in the development and programming of this program. There are many reasons why he needs to do it this time, regardless of whether Endals understands it or not.

Mormos hadn't been leaving the building since he entered the building. No matter how advanced the equipment in the spaceship is, it is just a drifting living space. What hunter doesn't want to enjoy life in a stable house, but their profession doesn't allow it. On the overwhelmingly dominant new planet, no one can pose a threat to Mor Holmes, and he thinks he can and should take a break. In the spaceship where impermanence and overweight often appear, it is almost impossible to forget the beauty of stability on land for a long time. For the past few days, Mor Holmes has enjoyed the esteem and service of Paris, and he has felt very comfortable. As for Colors, who couldn't hide under the sea, that coward, Mormons sometimes woke up and almost forgot about it. Being a hunter is good, but wandering isn't always good. How many people can understand the vicissitudes and dangers of this period, and where can they be comfortable with the fact that he is now reclining on a tall position to give orders to Paris.

Paris seems stupid, sometimes incredible. Since arriving at the base, Paris has shown a completely inconsistent stupidity from what he had done before. Asking Mormos for advice on everything, Mormos had to stop thinking and learn more about the planet and listen to his nagging. It didn't take long for Mormones to become irritable, and the problems in the community were simple questions, why did Paris have to come and ask for advice. Every time this happens, Mor Holmes will wave his hand and call the robot, take Paris to understand some basic geometry and mechanical knowledge, and even directly help them build some necessary production tools. Paris prostrates on the ground countless times, expressing the gratitude that the individuals of the community have asked him to convey on his behalf, and they have carved their gratitude on every wall of the base under Paris's leadership, but in Holmes's opinion, it is ugly enough. Considering the pitiful low level of civilization of these people, he accepted it with a smile. Who would have thought that an ordinary hunter who did not have his own official surname in the universe would now become the master on a new planet. This is probably what people usually call the operation of the time, and the hunter can also become the master of the planet, and if it were passed back to Nabra, those who thought that they should be members of the upper power structures of society due to their noble background would probably have their noses crooked. His smile turned into a maniacal laugh shortly after leaving the humble mural, and the most expressive of his mood at this point was the unbridled laughter. Laughing and laughing, there was a slight pain in one rib, and his smile froze suddenly. This phenomenon has been seen since coming to Earls, especially after the official landing, and the frequency is getting higher and higher. Mormones made several thorough examinations of himself, and found that the air composition of the new planet was not quite suitable for his needs. There is an intelligent breath control and adjustment system in the spaceship, which will act according to the needs of Mormos at any time and complete the adjustment, so that the hunter will not have any breathing problems. But this is not possible on the planet's land. Fortunately, it was easy to solve, and after taking several deep breaths as recommended by the spaceship's medical system, Mormos inhaled sharply a few times, and the pain of peeling off disappeared. He pressed on the side of his rib cage and returned to his resting place, the man kneeling on the side of the passage, probably brought by Paris. What was held up above their heads was what they brought to offer to Mormos.

Instead of paying attention to the men, Mormons walked straight to the resting couch to make him feel a little more comfortable. Paris stood up respectfully, bringing with him the set of words of praise, followed by small concrete questions. At the behest of Moremons, today Paris brings a basic number of transgender people. The amount that Moorholmes learned was not satisfactory to him, and the few good breeds that could really help him hunt Flowers were so small. He carefully inquired about the two quantities of genetic symmetry and decided to match the two numbers directly, and the new generation was already new. When Paris heard this, a trace of consternation flashed across his face, and he agreed. Mormones is God, and for Paris, the power of the master is enough to make this incomprehensible match a reality. The increase in the number of transgender people means that the possibility of Paris's position of power being replaced is increasing, which Paris cannot allow. But at this time, he could only show obedience to Mormones.

As Paris rests on his own turf, or just crawls down from those wonderful individuals, he thinks quietly and collects his mind and figures things out. This, coupled with what Mormones had said to him, prompted him to come to such a conclusion. Paristy is no match for Mormos, but only because he has not yet mastered so many principles and common sense. In time, Paris believes he can have a lot of energy to challenge Moormouth. Mormos's stuff is not based on absolute intelligence and evolutionary advancement, but more on the length of evolution. That's what Holmes said, that is, if Paris had access to more of this common sense, he would inevitably become powerful. Therefore, he believes that he needs to constantly show his loyalty to Mormones, only in this way can he gain more protection, support, and become stronger faster.

Mor Holmes admits his decision was justified. If transsexuals are allowed to freely match with the basic category of miscellaneous items, the resulting next generation, some genetic particle structures will be destroyed and cannot meet their requirements, and this defect can only be completed by the shapeshifter with a symmetrical genetic particle structure. Only in this way can the further maintenance of stability be ensured. The biggest challenge with this approach is that, according to Paris, the production volume is not guaranteed, and the process is a bit too long. Mor Holmes was considering whether he should also intervene appropriately, simplifying the process and increasing the quantity. He decided to personally inspect the entire production process, and Paris immediately brought him a pair of individuals who met the requirements. Naked subjects were brought into a room in the base and the matching process began. Subject does not obey orders, and Mormos turns his questioning gaze to Paris, who he hopes for an explanation.