Kumon in the morning light is green and refreshing, which reminds the poets who have traveled here of the girl, so they write touching and lingering words mixed with the sudden love. Then the weeping women fantasized that one day they would be able to walk around here and have a look, just like when they were putting on makeup, and look at their other selves through the shiny mirror. But then they heard another version of Kumon, and they sat back in their soft chairs and continued to sketch their faces.

Those warriors or explorers were right, and even they had faded away from Kumon as it was, and if they could go deeper and take a look, then the curious women would not have received sincere advice. Yes, the evaluation of all life on the continent of Kumon and Valoran is basically negative, and the reason for this evaluation is not because of the remoteness and vastness of his land, but because when certain situations arise, he can stimulate the most primitive instinct in the depths of human nature, the instinct for life, the desire for profit, which also makes many people not come from natural death. Therefore, every guy who can leave here, in addition to being lucky, has more of a resolute character, and has a different view of the same thing, from the opposite side, or from the dark side, and this seems to be the reason why they are rich.

Fifty years ago, the famous King Soloka decided to make an expedition to Kumon, vowing to make it his backyard and build a huge cage inside it to house the frost phoenix called Avinia. The day of his departure was a spectacular sight, with many people participating, including His Majesty the then Prince of Ionia, now the Emperor. Everyone sent their blessings before parting, and some people gave some help in some ways, and this is the real reason why King Soloka is most grateful to His Royal Highness. However, he didn't see the World Tree, he couldn't, and the mighty team suddenly disappeared, and everyone was surprised, which made the so-called reason come out of one speculation after another, bold speculation, but the most vocal and most accepted statement is that this destruction comes to divine punishment.

When Fang Dabu woke up, his whole body froze, and then he stared at a pair of eyes, trying to dissipate the dream he had just seen, but unfortunately, that dream was clearly visible. That dream was very strange, because Fang Dabu got married in the dream, and gave birth to a baby, and also kept up with the country's policy, the two babies. But it's terrible, the temper of the two babies' mothers doesn't seem to be very good, they have a high voice, they love to talk, when they get angry, the house shakes from side to side, the sky collapses, and Fang Dabu, who is still shocked, spits blood, and Fang Dabu is afraid when he thinks about it. However, the one in the dream seems to be able to make dumplings, and the best thing is to wrap sauerkraut filling.

Click, a little light flashed, Fang Dabu, who was sitting on the ground, picked up a cigarette in his hand, he took a deep breath, slowly swallowed the cyan cloud, and when he lowered his head and sighed, he saw the blood stain on his chest, so he was stunned there instantly. You must know that in Fang Dabu's impression, a woman should be like her mother, smiling softly and speaking softly, even if she is annoyed, she just stares at you with a pair of eyes and looks at you angrily, and the most angry thing she says is probably not to talk to you anymore in the future. Therefore, for the charter woman who practiced the lion's roar skills like fire and innocence, Fang Dabu Jue's should be left in the movie, which makes people have fun watching it, but no one should be lucky enough to practice it.

However, in the end, what reassured Fang Dabu was the green old trees and lush shrubs around him, because they should never be in the regular room. So this is here, not home, and since it is not home, there will naturally be no violent woman, let alone a lion's roar. Therefore, everything that has just been seen and heard can be regarded as a dream. Of course, for the bloodstains on his chest, Fang Dabu explained himself as not adapting to the water and soil.

But compared to all this, the worst thing was that Fang Dabu didn't know what the old fairy had left on his back, was it a line of words, or a painting, and more importantly, he was sketching it through a T-shirt. But there was nothing on the T-shirt, because Fang Dabu took off the T-shirt and looked at it repeatedly in his hand, and there was nothing on it except the original gray. So the thin Fang Dabu tried to find the answer on his own, which made his hand easily touch the back of his body, but it was the same as it was at the beginning. So Fang Dabu needed someone to help, a guy who was more or less literate to help him read or draw what he saw, and then Fang Dabu had a chance to find what the old man had left behind. Of course, he had to leave the "park" in front of him before he could get a ticket home.

Then Fang Dabu spit out the cigarette butt in his mouth, and after getting dressed again, he walked forward along the gap between the trees, he believed, and must believe, that not far ahead, there was a group of people waiting for him, and everyone's eyes were full of kindness. But the truth once again said the word regret to Fang Dabu, and really told Fang Dabu what despair is, yes, until it was dark, Fang Dabu couldn't see the sky behind the leaves, and in the grass around him, there was also a louder and louder insect chirping.

Fang Dabu now has two options. First, keep walking, regardless of the weather, or whether there are potholes on the ground, and keep walking until you see the house, the lights, or the miracle. Second, it is to stop, think carefully around a campfire, and then take advantage of the residual heat from the campfire to sleep peacefully. Obviously, Fang Dabu couldn't choose.

But things were not as easy as imagined, even if Fang Dabu was holding a lighter in his hand, there was still nothing to be done about everything that was full of the smell of mold. Therefore, the campfire full of hope in the imagination was also defined by Fang Dabu as an untouchable thing. But suddenly, two familiar faces appeared in Fang Dabu's memory, and with a smile, he patiently explained the skills of obtaining the fire and the four elements of survival in the wilderness. Of course, this is also the four problems that Fang Dabu needs to face to solve: water, fire, food, and accommodation.

Fang Dabu was very glad that he knew a lot about his daily life, and he was also glad that his hippocampus had not atrophied prematurely, so before the lighter was about to be scrapped, a faint light finally appeared in this world, and slowly volatilized heat. Then the firelight slowly lit up, which also made Fang Dabu's range of motion slowly turn into a small circle, and in the process of collecting it that could be used as fuel, Fang Dabu also found a bush full of berries. But the berry didn't taste good, not only did it taste bitter and slightly sour, but the thin flesh of the fruit was wrapped in a huge core. So Fang Dabu ate a lot, but the whole person felt more and more hungry, which made Fang Dabu suddenly think of hawthorn. But there was obviously no meat around that could be eaten, such as rabbits or something else, and even if they were, Fang Dabu didn't have the confidence to make them food in his mouth. That's right, because Fang Dabu clearly knew that he was not a dexterous person, and his motor nerves were not very developed, and he would often fall suddenly because of running, so Fang Dabu also lost the opportunity to get rich in danger. So Fang Dabu could only try to start with those slow crawling or plants, and after thinking of the word calorie, he gradually accepted something, such as a white bug, or a live frog. But obviously, Fang Dabu's good luck was used to raise the fire, so the land in front of him and the tree trunk behind him did not contribute anything to Fang Dabu. So this night also became difficult.

Fang Dabu crossed his legs and looked at the churning flames, and then the whole person also fell into deep thought. Yes, what happened in the last few days was a little too bizarre, and could even be described as crazy, so much so that Fang Dabu himself wondered if it was another dream. But that's how it happened, it happened to Fang Dabu, it happened to his mother, it miraculously seemed to be a matter of course. So Fang Dabu felt lucky, at least in this matter about his mother, he felt lucky, because the appearance of the word gastroenteritis made her survive again, which was obviously enough, and Fang Dabu had nothing else to ask for. But about himself, about the old man's lost things, Fang Dabu would tell himself to try to find it, as a reward, or to complete some kind of transaction, and Fang Dabu is not a person who will give up on his own initiative, but at the same time, he knows that he should not be too obsessed, because that will make him lose the so-called principle, and then become a guy he doesn't want to see. Gradually, Fang Dabu slowly closed his eyes in such thoughts, and finally fell asleep slowly in a bright red and golden interweaving.

It was dawn, and everything in front of me was the same as yesterday, except that there was a bonfire with charcoal ash embers in front of him, and the T-shirt that was willing to keep Fang Dabu warm and block the wind also became heavy in the slight morning mist. With a snap, Fang Dabu lit a cigarette again, and then thought about what to do today in a breath of receiving. The question of washing up was first crossed off that schedule, and then the so-called breakfast,,, Fang Dabu hesitated for a moment, and finally drew a big cross behind this one. Gradually, the schedule printed in Fang Dabu's head was left with only one schedule, so go out.

Time passed quickly, but Fang Dabu was obviously walking very slowly, so before he could see the gate of this natural-level park, the weakness caused by hunger squeezed in from all directions, which reminded Fang Dabu of the sour taste of berries. So Fang Dabu looked around for the kind of thorny shrubs, near the trunks of trees, or in the weeds. Fang Dabu was lucky to find the kind of shrubs with berries, but he was also unlucky, because the fruits still had this tender green color, and they were as hard as stones.

"Ahh Fang Dabu felt that his teeth were about to fall out, and he regretted that he shouldn't have chewed the unripe berry, so in addition to remorse, he also shed those sour tears, and his whole face twitched under the extreme stimulation. Suddenly, a disgusting smell wafted from afar, and Fang Dabu, who had his eyes closed, hoped to use his sense of smell to find the source of the smell, which was good, and in the whole process, Fang Dabu only hit the tree four times, and then opened his eyes in excitement.

"Oh my God, you're so particular, can you give me another?"

There are vine stems sticking out of the tall trunk, and huge fruits hang from the other end, and if it weren't for the lack of protruding spikes on the surface of the husk, Fang Dabu would really believe that it is a durian with the same name as stinky tofu. Fang Dabu didn't know where the strength came from, or rather his motor nerves were suddenly stimulated, and for the first time, at least in his impression, he had climbed the so-called tree for the first time, and it was a straight trunk without branches. Fang Dabu, who was close to the goal, stretched out a hand to pull the cane, but obviously the cane was much tougher than he imagined, so that in the end, Fang Dabu hung his whole body under the cane, and got his wish in the constant shaking. Suddenly, Fang Dabu fell from the tree, but the hand he was holding was never released, and there was still this happy smile on the face that had broken the flesh.

The excited Fang Dabu stiffly opened a petal of fruit shell, and after tasting a bite of the flesh, the whole person covered his eyes and cried. "It's so sweet. One hand pulled it in, and then a lump of crimson flesh was stuffed into his mouth, Fang Dabu was like an old man, eating with his lips, like a beggar, and this would also be the most out of shape in Fang Dabu's life.

Fang Dabu ate two fruits in one go, and really ate two fruits in one breath, and if Fang Dabu had practiced swimming, or if his lung capacity was better, then he would definitely insist on eating the third one. So Fang Dabu felt that his body was full of strength, from top to bottom, everything on his body was excited and active, but when Fang Dabu faced the tree full of fruits again, he smiled and shook his head, and was surprised by himself at that time. Then Fang Dabu slowly closed his eyes, and inserted an unlit cigarette into the corner of his mouth that was cracked by a smile.

Breathe ,,,, inhale,,,, exhale ,,,, inhale. Fang Dabu, who was quietly in happiness, suddenly heard a familiar voice, and then the violent sound couldn't stop pulling Fang Dabu's stomach, and quietly tied a beautiful bow with the softness of the scene. However, there is nothing to estimate here, all the legal provisions and moral condemnation, there is no here, although Fang Dabu is extremely eager for a similar voice to appear. Therefore, Fang Dabu could take off his pants on the spot, where he had just rested, and after the pleasant feeling and pleasant sound, he poured out for thousands of miles. It was even more sour than eating unripe berries. But after the second, third, and fourth sour appearances, Fang Dabu didn't even have the strength to scold, and then, he fell into his own product as a matter of course.

A voice suddenly sounded, Fang Dabu didn't know if it was in his dream, or if it really appeared in his ears, but he felt that the voice seemed to be similar to him.

"Yo, this is going to be overturned, not for a while?"

Fang Dabu was angry as if he wanted to open his heavy eyelids so that he could see the face that was speaking, but after several attempts, he failed.

"Oh, really, my daughter-in-law's hands are really fast, as soon as I make a milk, she will throw this for you. Okay, but you're still dead, so that's all easy. Come, Fang Dabu, you heard clearly. I, named Dyce, am the main god of this continent called Valoran, in other words, I created this continent, and all of it. Unfortunately, I, the main god, could not create life, so I had to borrow one life after another from other worlds in order to make this continent called Valoran prosperous, and then give birth to one interesting story after another. Yes, I did, and things went my way. But in order to ensure that the world is always alive, I must constantly put into this world what you call the Descenders, and give you special abilities to make this world full of change. That's right, you're the one who came to Valoran this time, but unfortunately, I didn't give you those so-called special abilities and artifacts that a descender should have at the beginning, so you're in such a worrying situation. But don't worry, I'll make it all up so that I'll be able to put you on the same level as the other Celestials, I don't know if you accept such a suggestion from me? Oh, great, thank you for your silent approval. Well, let me think about what I can do for you, ,,, abilities are good, no, your abilities are already very good, and I don't want your abilities to conflict with other Celestials, or be a repetition of unnecessary repetitions, and if that happens, then it all seems a little boring? Well, it seems like we're thinking together again. Oh, by the way, you have to remember one thing, and that is that your ability is gradually revealed, and this gradual time is about a month, so if you really know yourself, you have to be patient, and hopefully you can keep this little secret. Oh my gosh, I really don't want to upset this interesting balance, and it doesn't seem fair to the other Skyfallers, so ,,,,Oh, thank you so much for your generosity, well, your artifact is still the Philosopher's Stone, which is something you can't understand, and when combined with the corresponding artifact, it becomes a powerful guy, yes, a powerful guy. However, you have to remember that artifacts are not yours forever, and anyone can bring you to your knees

Then you transfer to them as a gift, and then you lose the right to be their master, and at the same time lose some kind of connection with them in your soul, so you have to protect them, and only if you protect yourself. Oh my God, it seems that I haven't found a place to make amends for you, it's a pity, it's a pity,,,,,," The voice then paused, and seemed to pause for a long time, and then, Deis suddenly shouted with happiness. "Time?yes, I can make it up to you in time, in the time it takes for your abilities to awaken, even though I haven't done this before and don't know what the consequences will be, but it's obviously a pretty good idea. Oh thank you, thank you so much, once again with a silent approval, echoed my thoughts, I love chatting with you so much, it was a really pleasant exchange. Alright then, then I wish you a happy and enjoyable time on the continent of Valoran, goodbye. ”