People are very small.

Before this global sensation happened, many ordinary people knew that in the vast universe galaxy, human beings were too small.

Alien.

This is a word that has existed and debated for a long time, and on weekdays, I can only see some vague and untrue related news on some gossip news, and the credibility is not high.

correct

Now, everyone knows that aliens do exist!

It's not so much an alien as a guy of another race. Those huge planets that are developed and leading, those magnificent races, the human race is not even an ant in front of them, it can only be said to be a good slave race.

For thousands of years, in the eyes of other races in the galaxy, there was a blue star, and the dominant star of the planet was called the human race, which was a ridiculously weak small group.

It's also interesting to say -

Whoever is short of money and has a tight hand, he will come to the Azure Star, although the appearance of the human race here is average. But the advantage is that there are many of them, and they can be sold to slave traders for a good price.

This was the most frequent 70,000 years ago.

Countless ancestors of the human race have resisted the invasion of the mysterious powerhouses in the galaxy, and the emperors of the past generations have died tragically. It was a dark time.

fortunately

After the efforts of countless generations of ancestors, the situation was completely improved after 30,000 years.

The ancestors don't know what special method they used, but one thing is certain: no foreigner has ever found the Azure Star again.

In the same way, there has never been a new human emperor, everything is so calm and beautiful, and it is still alive in the vast galaxy until today, 40,000 years later.

After all, it was found.

"How to hide from this catastrophe?"

On the west coast, the monk and the corpse thrower sat cross-legged on a wooden boat, their eyebrows tightened, and the monk kept whispering Buddhist scriptures.

"I can't hide from it. ”

The corpse thrower shook his head.

"Are we destined to be slaves and destined to be trafficked?" the monk sighed again and again, lamenting the suffering of this world.

Plop!

The corpse thrower threw a gravel at the calm water, splashing a small wave, which gradually expanded, then disappeared, completely merged into the water, and the lake calmed down again.

"What do you see?" the corpse thrower asked.

The monk was silent, still reciting the scriptures with his eyes closed.

After a long time, the monk's lips moved slightly, and he said, "Since you can't hide, then where is the Shengmen?

"It's about people. The corpse thrower uttered these three words.

"People?" the monk was stunned.

The corpse threw himself on the boat and drove in the direction of the thatched hut, and said softly, "I have been hiding for so many years, and I have never seen a real escape." Only when people themselves realize that it is time to pick up a knife can they escape the control of fate. ”

"Ancestors, it's not like this has not been done. The monk said.

"That's because they weren't ruthless enough!" said the corpse thrower.

The monk frowned, such words are very disrespectful, but there is indeed some truth in them, but this truth, the monk has not been able to understand it for the time being.

Whew-

The sky is not beautiful, and it rains.

The corpse thrower put on a hat, continued to support the boat, and said: "The survival of the fittest, natural selection, this truth, even children understand." ”

"It's really hard, it's difficult, it's too difficult!" the monk said three times.

The corpse thrower no longer spoke, in his life, but a hundred years of life, the same as ordinary people, every day early and late home, he has not experienced too many things, but he has also seen many different lives from others.

Half a year later, he may have been reduced to a mound of loess.

but

His children and grandchildren will still continue to support the ship, wear this hat, and live in the dilapidated thatched hut. Keep waiting.

Waiting, the appearance of a man.

Waiting, the birth of a man.

"When will you light up?"

Parting ways with the monk and returning to the thatched hut, the corpse thrower picked up a small stone on the stove with a pressure pot lid and muttered to himself.

This stone, somewhat special, is more like a monument.

The stone tablet is engraved with extremely small ancient characters, which looks old and is an antique.

After glancing at the first line on the stele, Lin Kongcheng three words, the corpse thrower removed the stele, put it to the side of the corner, opened the lid of the pot, a plate of side dishes, a glass of rice wine, it was his dinner.

Gradually. Twilight falls.

Outside the window, it was raining continuously, and the strong wind blew on the thatched house, and the corpse in the house turned red, already a little drunk.

"Respect for the world of great controversy, respect for this ...... ...... for a drink"

The corpse thrower fell asleep leaning on the stone tablet in a daze, and no one would ever wonder what was wrong with this inconspicuous broken stone.

......

The wind and rain in the cultivation realm are different from the world.

Ordinary people have ordinary people's lives and ways, and their biggest discussion, in addition to parading the streets in fear and asking for a truth, is disputes on the Internet.

"The leader came forward and spoke in person, promising that it would be resolved tonight!"

"Within three days, the slave will walk into Xiuzhen and uncover the truth of the matter!"

"A man with silver wings. Who is he, and where does he come from?"

"Speculation about the development of biology and technology on other planets in outer space ......"

Such news abounds.

The Internet has exploded, and all major post bars, forums, and Weibo are all discussing these issues fiercely. It's like people have opened the door to a new world.

Some mourn, others panic.

The destruction of tens of millions of people and a city made everyone so frightened that they didn't dare to go out, and only the brave dared to parade the streets to ask for the truth.

"I'm so scared, what should I do, the aliens are attacking us!"

"Upstairs, if it had been a few days ago, I'd probably laugh off my big teeth, but I have to admit that it's true, I have a friend who died in that city......"

"Upstairs mourning. ”

"Hehe, still thinking about mourning for others? I'm afraid, it won't be long before we will end up like this, hehe. ”

"Why are we going through this? Why!?"

On the Internet, many people's emotions have been out of control, and their words are full of fanaticism and despair, which has made people in the country anxious.

But

How to deal with it?!

Once everything arises, there will be a solution, but for now...... No one knows what to do!

To kill the man with the silver wings on his back?

It's not that they haven't thought about this question, the explosion of a nuclear bomb is indeed very powerful, and even the strong people in the infancy stage dare not stay in the center of the nuclear bomb explosion, and the slightest carelessness may lead to death.

however

Not to mention the destructive power of a superweapon like a nuclear bomb, even if they grit their teeth and decide to use it, who can they use it against, and where can they drop it?

That silverwing guy can't be found!

It's as if he disappeared out of thin air, no matter what detector is used, what professional search instrument is used, no clue can be found in the Silver Wing Man, not even a shadow!

"Three days. There are only three days to go, and there is only one last night left......"

The high-level personnel were anxious like ants on a hot pot, they didn't know what would happen when the three days came, but it was definitely not a good thing to think about.

From the words of the silver-winged man two days ago, some bold people guessed -

That guy wants to take the entire human race on the earth as slaves and sell them!

As soon as this conclusion came out, the whole country panicked.

What to do?

What to do!?

Everyone was thinking of a way, everyone was in a hurry, and many strong cultivators went out to find the silver-winged man, trying to kill him in order to calm the troubled world, but the result was that none of the people who went out came back alive, and all of them were silent, as if they had disappeared in this world.

Whether it is an ordinary person or a cultivator, at this moment.

Everyone, panicked.

"Damn, how could this be, how could this be!?"

In the apartment, Qin Yuexi was sitting on the sofa with a pale face, and there were many people next to her, Tong Yao, Yang Huawu, babbling little guys. The big black dog, and the wine that has just returned.

The crowd was silent.

Next door, the desperate cries of neighbors and the mad muttering of panic were heard repeatedly.

Outside, there are still people parading the streets. Ask the upper echelons for an explanation, they want to know the real truth and don't want to be kept in the dark.

"The world is in chaos...... Tong Yao said dumbfoundedly.

This world, gloomy, has become a strange appearance.