Rebirth of the Plane Trading Queen

Chapter 188: The Prehistoric Memory (1)
When he was hit by King Ming's ultimate move, Dr. M clearly felt the demise of his body. It turned out that even the Zombie King would die. He thought he could exist for thousands of years, and he thought he could continue to live. Waiting for Qingqing's arrival, wasting time for Qingqing's various requests...

Dr. M is not afraid of death, but is afraid of meaningless death. He thought that he would eventually die in the long river of time because of Qingqing's various demands.But it's about the same now, after all, it's because of the important people who lost their lives, yes, it's acceptable, right?
At the last moment of death, Dr. M kept flashing all the memories of being with Qingqing in his mind, the mutual temptations and tit-for-tat tongues along the way, the collision of thought sparks in cooperation with each other for experiments, after becoming a master and servant The struggle and play together, the anticipation and disappointment in the long wait, the joy and tiny happiness every time we meet again...

These precious memories shone like precious gems, illuminating his feelings about happiness and making him smile happily and gratifiedly at the end of his life.

However, Dr. M was surprised to find that after the physical body completely disappeared, he still existed in the state of soul.At the moment of becoming a soul, a huge memory that does not belong to the identity of Dr. M flashed from the soul!

The Great Desolation does not remember the years, I don’t know hundreds of millions of years have passed since I was born in the endless darkness to witness the birth of the Great Desolate Continent, from traveling the desolate Great Desolate Continent to watching the birth of various prehistoric life forms.I used to have no name, and the beings I met only used the "Great God" to honor myself.

When I really had a name, it was time to meet that weak human girl. From then on, I have a name, my name is "Myojin".

Many powerful races were born in the prehistoric, and these races fought each other due to various disputes, and then the races perished.In the endless years, various powerful races have been born and then withered away. Many ancient great gods have no interest in observing these repeated disputes in the Great Desolate Continent, and have lived in seclusion or gone to other worlds.I also gradually lost interest in the Great Desolate Continent, wondering if I should also live in seclusion or find a new world to play?
However, in this period of fatigue, a weak race, human beings, was born in the Great Desolate Continent.Human beings learn things quickly, but their lifespan is very short, and often they have reached the end of their lives before their cultivation begins.I am very interested in this weak race. What is the reason why such a weak race can survive all kinds of powerful wild beasts and natural disasters?

So, I lived among various human tribes, studying human beings, and why they can survive tenaciously?

Gradually, I also lost interest in human beings. Human beings are weak and easy to act emotionally. There are too few people who can succeed. I plan to leave the human tribe and live in seclusion for a while. I hope that more interesting species can be born in the prehistoric continent.

When I left this last tribe, I met "her".

Not far from the tribe, I was pulled by the sleeve of my cassock, and I lowered my head. It was a human female cub that was weaker than ordinary humans.Generally, I will not be caught by any creature. I can be caught, maybe because I understand a word in human language, "cute".Before I was caught, I thought it was a cute little human cub, so I agreed to be caught by her exceptionally.As for why I think she is cute, I can’t say it, it’s just a feeling, she is different from other human beings, and I can distinguish her so cute from thousands of people.

(End of this chapter)