What is the important job? Actually, even if I don't say it, you will guess it to the smart.

Excuse me, what is more important to the ever-growing earth world than passing on the lineage?

But if I want to talk about this matter in detail, it is really difficult to say.

I am the leader of the dinosaurs. I took on half of all the inheritance tasks of this tribe, and the other half was done by all the mother dinosaurs.

I was the only able-bodied adult male dinosaur. All the female dinosaurs in the tribe depend on me for their sexual well-being, am I more tired than the human emperor?

I like that, though.

Just like the emperors like the three palaces and six courtyards, although they are tossed with a weak kidney, weak willows to support the wind, and even as for the untimely death, they still have no regrets.

What does the painter in the palace do, paint.

What does the imperial physician in the palace do, preparing strong pills.

I violently snatched this position from the previous dinosaur leader, swept off one of his legs with my powerful tail, broke his ribs with my two-ton body, broke his JJ with my sharp teeth, ripped off the skin of his balls, and ate both of his balls like chewing gum.

Then I declared that I would henceforth be the leader of this tribe.

In the world of dinosaurs, all the leaders of the dinosaur tribe obtained the position of leader by guò, and when they were old and weak, they were bitten off by another strong male dinosaur, ate the eggs, and finally were driven out of the tribe and ended up miserable.

In fact, in the course of the conversation, I gradually recalled the past, we were a medium-sized dinosaur that was three meters tall, about four meters long, and weighed about two tons, and this dinosaur controlled the whole world at that time, just like humans now. We are a herbivorous dinosaur......

You may be wondering, why aren't carnivorous dinosaurs ruling the world?

Because meat eaters are despicable, they can't plan far.

I don't know which dinosaur we belong to by archaeologists, because we don't have any dinosaurs that archaeologists have restored, and I haven't seen any dinosaurs that archaeologists have restored. I really can't figure this out, could it be that archaeologists are deliberately making things up for the sake of grandstanding?

Aren't not only archaeologists, but scientists all telling stories based on fantasy?

Some people say that a scientist who can't make up a story is not a good web novelist.

Of course, that's what I said.

We are a large reptile, shaped like a lizard, with no thick scales on our body, just a thin cuticle, which appears smooth and delicate, with a dark green back, a silvery-white belly, and a hairless body, but a pinch of hair at the end of the tail, bright red, very beautiful, I have never seen any animal with such beautiful hair.

We are proud to have such beautiful hair.

We're called red-haired dinosaurs.

Mao is precious to pure, thick is expensive, long is expensive, and shun is expensive.

Good tail hairs are bright red in the water, without a single stray hair, almost reddish, with gray, white, green, blue, or other colors of stray hairs.

There are thousands of thick tail hairs (or tens of thousands, no one has counted them anyway), and the overall look is as thick as a woman's thighs (the tips of our tails are so thick, and the roots are as thick as a woman's waist.) I'm comparing it to a well-proportioned girl from Peugeot, don't take Sister Han Hong's fat sister as a thing). The ones with few hairs have their own merits, some only have hundreds, dozens, severals, or even none, just like Grandpa Meng's head, bare and grassy, a piece of saline-alkali land.

The long tail hair is more than 50 centimeters, the short ones are more than short, and the shortest ones are only a few centimeters, one centimeter or shorter, and even so short that they are like we forget to shave for a day or two, showing a little stubble.

Shun's tail hair grows in one direction, smooth and supple, just like the straightened hair of women, and the unsmooth tail hair grows in all directions, as if it is electrified, and curly, like **.

We often show off our tail hair.

Hold a variety of hair show activities.

More on that later.

We also braid our tail hair, our dinosaur claws are mainly used for walking, sometimes climbing trees, and do not completely liberate the front paws like humans do, used to do delicate work (to correct, humans do not call claws, call hands, I am also a little confused, sorry, I hope you don't mind, if you can understand, please stretch out your two paws and pat), so we do not use the front paws, but with the mouth, we all have a clever mouth.

We braided pigtails with clever mouths, not made up lies.

This is the biggest difference between humans and dinosaurs.

The simplest is a three-strand or four-strand braid, and the clever one can make five or six strands, and the most powerful one can even braid fifty-six strands, much like a big cable, and the one who called my master is this clever mouth, needless to say, the fifty-six strands of big braid are my braids. Of course, there are also small braids that are braided into a few thin braids, like the ones on the heads of some black stars.

I now think, is Emperor Kangxi's big braid also fifty-six strands?

I'll call him Qiaozui.

Qiaozui is my most faithful servant.

It was a male dinosaur.

It's not me who is generous.

Leaders have never been generous, the bigger the leader's belly, the smaller the belly, and the rat's belly does not refer to the big leader. The intestines of the real big leaders are just as big as PM2.5, and after a hundred times larger, it will be just 250.

I wouldn't allow an adult healthy male dinosaur to be around me.

Not allowed by the whole tribe, I was the only adult healthy male dinosaur.

He was a gelding.

He cut the skin that wrapped the eggs with a branch, and then offered them to me.

It's a way of showing allegiance.

He had no more options.

For an adult male dinosaur, if you don't have enough strength to defeat the tribal leader, you have to wander. And almost all the land has a lord, and they have nowhere to wander and no place to live.

Each tribe has only one leader, and each tribe's land is vast, and it takes many days to leave this tribe and go to another.

Therefore, being a tribal leader is just an unattainable dream for many male dinosaurs.

For the sake of their dreams, they go one after another, and they do not hesitate to sacrifice their lives.

And more often than not, moths to the fire.

Only those tribal leaders were old or sick.

to have a chance to defeat the other party.

Bite off JJ, eat the balls, and become the leader.

Many male dinosaurs chose a different path, like Qiaozui.

They castrated themselves, lost their fertility, and endured humiliation like eunuchs to survive.

We don't have to laugh at them.

When our dreams have lost the space for imagination like the Chinese stock market, buying stocks is more valuable than investing in lottery tickets.

Give up your dreams and chase reality.

-- Your wise choice.

There are more than 200 geldings like Qiaozui in my tribe.

They have a name and it's called Eight Dragons.

"Why, why?" asked Aunt Cai Ming, the sales lady.

Removing the lower part of the word "gong", isn't it "eight"?

Therefore, we call such male dinosaurs the Eight Dragons.

Some people say that some places call women "eight women", which is also the meaning.

Of course, that's what I said, don't take it seriously.

In order to express their loyalty, the eight dragons all have unique skills, and the eight immortals cross the sea, each showing their abilities.

Some are masters of braiding, like clever mouths.

Some are bed masters, some will go to trees, some will hatch eggs, some are brave and good at fighting, and some are resourceful.

Most of them have names, which will be discussed later.

"Master, the red-haired queen is here," Qiaozui reported, "she can't wait any longer." ”