Evolve from a Tree

"It's really noisy!"

The iron whip full of barbs swung down, blood spattered, and the little girl's sobbing stopped abruptly.

"The world is finally quiet." Ethan withdrew his iron whip, stuck out his tongue and licked the minced meat hanging from the barbs, with a refreshed look: "Sure enough, the tenderer the two-legged sheep, the better the taste."

Two streams of dead energy that could not be detected by ordinary means were sucked into Ethan's other head with closed eyes.

Everything before was just an excuse he was looking for in order to absorb the dead energy.

"What do you two-legged sheep look at, do you want to die?"

Ethan hated the eyes of this group of people. Such eyes disappeared after killing the last idiot who dared to resist.

But.......

It's showing up again now.

"It's just a mere meat animal, a lamb that walks on two legs, yet dare to look at me, Mr. Ethan, with such eyes. If that's the case, then you all should die!"

A young man with glasses stood up. He tried his best to straighten his spine, but his legs were still trembling uncontrollably. Although his voice was trembling, he was very serious: "We, Not two-legged sheep."

"We are humans!"

Ethan looked at the young man with glasses, as if he heard a big joke: "Hahahaha, what's the difference?"

"It doesn't matter if you are a human or a two-legged sheep, but they are all meat animals, and they are our food!"

"We are humans."

The young man wearing glasses miraculously no longer trembled and was afraid. He calmly took off the dusty glasses, carefully wiped off the dust on the lenses with his sleeves, and repeated word for word:

"We are humans!"

Human beings are actually very small and fragile.

It could be just an accidental fall, a bruise can be life threatening.

But they are so great and strong.

In the era of slash-and-burn farming, the ancestors dressed in animal skins and naked feet led their clansmen to overcome thorns and thorns, looking for fertile and fertile land, and settled down.

Wielding ridiculous wooden sticks and stone axes, he uses his flesh and blood to keep ferocious beasts out of his homeland.

Civilization has gradually replaced the barbaric, and it has multiplied and grown under the sacrifices of generations.

They have their own language, they have their own culture, they have their own etiquette, and they have their own costume movement.

Their footprints began to open up, their living space began to grow rapidly, and the beasts that ate people were driven back to the mountains.

From slash-and-burn farming to iron plow and ox farming.

Human civilization is like a spark ignited on the grassland, burning blazingly, lighting up the dark night sky.

The wide roads are all over the land, the surging rivers and lakes are calm, and human beings have successfully occupied a place in this world, and then......

Become the overlord of the new era!

There are many high-rise buildings in the city, the lights are feasting, and the flow is endless.

Outside the city, there are steel behemoths slowly sailing towards the ocean, and there are spaceships sailing into the vast space.

Human beings are small but strong.

Ethan crunched the iron whip held in his right hand. He admitted that he didn't like the look in the eyes of the other party, and the tone of the other party: "Aren't you afraid of death?"

The young man didn't speak, but calmly took back his glasses and stared at this Anyu monster calmly.

The moment the little girl's sobbing stopped, the extremely cold storm hovering above their heads also dissipated.

But they didn't feel any warmth, they were falling, falling into an even colder abyss.

Their hearts also became riddled with holes as they fell.

Something broke, and something, revived.