Jingwei looks like a crow, but has patterns on the head, white mouth, and red feet.

With this description alone, Mo Qiu couldn't figure it out. Could it be that the crow's mouth and claws changed colors directly?

Even so, what should I do if the pattern on my head? What pattern will it be?

Mo Qiong thought hard, and then Adams suddenly opened the Best Metal and said, "Come on, the elf is not looking here."

Under the cover of Adams, Mo Qiong and Jiang Long crawled out of the soil.

The farm is very large, about one million square kilometers. Although the feather god is responsible for the meat tribe, it is impossible to scan everyone at all times.

The cheaper way is to create millions of elves, just to monitor the whistle every few hundred meters.

As for the feather god himself, he is symbolically placed in a high altitude.

Based on Adams' observations and temptations over the past month, he found that the feather god was just for everyone to see it as a shock.

In fact, most of the time, I am not supervising the meat tribe at all.

By listening to the sound characteristics of all things, Adams realized that this feather god was often dreaming and occasionally talking to his sleep.

With a long, boring prison life, Yu Shen may have to daydream to pass the time.

As for the elves' stalking, Adams had long discovered that there were big loopholes in their patrol paths. After observing for a while, he concluded the timing of the blind spot.

Taking this opportunity, Mo Qiong and Jiang Long climbed out in a dignified manner.

In order to get involved in the meat clan, Mo Qiong and Jiang Long were both naked.

"Don't worry, the elves can't identify you. They only record newborns and do not presuppose the possibility of suddenly having more adults. Their main responsibility is to supervise these people not to violate the rules set by the ancient gods." Adams said.

Mo Qiong said: "Just because no one comes in for tens of millions of years, do you not consider many situations?"

Adams said: "In fact, the ancient gods actually... have no management system. They just set rules when they think of them, but they follow the old examples."

Mo Qiong pondered: "The ancient gods have no civilization... With countless years of wisdom, their social structure is not as good as the true social nature of an ant."

"This is indeed a strange thing. Have their wisdom used to perceive the root algorithm?" Adams curled his lips.

Mo Qiong said: "There are different thinking patterns, they don't need them, they disdain! Only the weak need civilization."

Adams brought them and introduced a group of people.

The group of people were naked, both men and women, most of whom looked only fourteen or fifteen years old, with a numb expression, and sat in the cool sand pit that was dug out.

"Kikong, this is our captain, Mo Qiong, he can take you out." Adams said.

The first woman named Kikyo is twenty years old. Although she is still very young, she has some indescribable maturity.

Among this group of people, she is already the eldest sister.

Her long hair, which was chaotic and scattered, was extremely thin and pale. It seemed that she had just given birth for a few days.

I saw Platycodon's eyes lit up and he said, "Can you really defeat God?"

"Are you afraid? If you are afraid, I can send some of you away first." Mo Qiong said with a smile.

Kikyo shook her head and said, "It's okay to kill God or be killed by God. But he..."

The woman pointed at Adams and said, "...he promised to take me to see the Platycodon flowers. No one could make such a promise...I want to see...so I want to live."

Mo Qiong looked at Adams, and Adams smiled and said, "She is just this pursuit. No, it is insignificant to us, but to her, Platycodon flowers are Tao."

"Ah?" Mo Qiong was stunned.

Adams quickly introduced that this human race still has a language inheritance and cannot write words, but there is still language.

Even the imperial daughters Sang and Chisong passed down many stories. Because of the ancient gods' ban, it was not mainly human stories.

What passed down from the imperial daughter Mulberry is the story of nature.

It is birds that carry leaves and weave nests to block the cold wind, it is the tree that carries roots and stubborns, resists water, and it is the fish that flows upstream and migrates to lay eggs.

It was the dripping water that penetrated the rock, and the tender buds that opened the rock formation.

The sky covers all things, the earth carries sentient beings, the four seasons rotate, the cold and heat alternate, the moon fills the moon and the sun and noon fills the day.

The mountains, rivers, flowers, plants, trees, and animals on the earth are born and eaten by each other, and are all told by the Emperor Sang to those children who are destined to die.

The Emperor's Lady Sang didn't teach any reason, but in fact he taught everything.

So over the years, they still know flowers, birds, sunrise, sunset, and tides rise and fall.

It’s just that painting is not allowed. Those things only exist in conception and in the oral enigmatic picture.

Over time, everyone has a different understanding of the same thing, and no one has seen it before. Simple things called flowers will make them think of death and try their best to figure out what it looks like.

The more you don’t know and the more uncertain you are, the more beautiful you will be, and the more you desire to see what it looks like through the layer of yarn.

That kind of beauty is suffocating and ecstatic.

In order to pursue this beauty, the meat tribe can give everything. It seems that he can see the lotus with his own eyes, and he can see the great way.

The Imperial Girl Sang just told the children countless things that they would never see in their lifetime.

That's enough to make what Mo Qiong saw today always still human.

Over the past 800 million years, rational intelligence has indeed degenerated, but higher wisdom is higher wisdom. With language, it will never be able to degenerate into ordinary animals.

Their lives are very boring and desperate, and fantasy is the only thing they can do.

If they never knew that there were seas, stars, flowers, plants, trees, mountains, rivers, then they would not think about it.

But it is precisely because they know that there is only their sin that they will never be able to see from birth to death. They are not even allowed to draw and record what they imagine.

This kind of torture, this kind of inability to obtain, makes their brain-replenishing ability extremely amazing, and it seems to have evolved.

And this is actually enlightenment.

In this mysterious mountain of Creation, almost all humans are geniuses.

They don’t know what the sea really looks like, but there is an ocean in their hearts. They don’t know how majestic the green mountains are, but they have a green mountains that belong to them in their hearts.

They know the mountains but not the mountains, and they know the water but not the water. They have already sacrificed their lives and only seek to forget death.

Mo Qiong didn't know what kind of state it would be after helping them knock on the palace, perhaps it would be far more than the Yuanshen realm.

Adams said: "The earth in their eyes is childish and imaginative. You can't imagine what we are used to in their hearts, how much it attracts them. It is the poison that tortures their minds, and it is also the antidote in a life of despair."

"I have convinced hundreds of millions of people to resist in just over twenty days. This number is still increasing, and the dusty dream is spreading rapidly among them, like waves."

"The first person I saw here was Kikyo. She had only two dreams, to see the flowers represented by her name, and then she died cleanly."

Mo Qiong said, "You can pass on her what Kikyo looks like."

Adams shook his head and said, "I want her to see, smell, and touch the platycodon flowers with her own eyes. If it is just a spiritual sense, it is actually no different from her new brain to make up for another possibility."

"Mo Qiong, we must win this battle."

"The ancient god must die, and everyone else will be taken home."

Mo Qiong smiled and said, "There are too many three billion people... I can't send them all away in front of the ancient god. It seems that I can only kill the ancient god in front of them."

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