Reading to Become a God

It's just that humans don't have to have their own country as expected. Where humans and demons killed each other, goblins didn't rise either, and the huge meteor shower at the end of the rescue scene destroyed the entire settlement of the Pangang people, becoming the Taklimakan Desert on the map of the Celestial Dynasty. When Taiji Lake was a huge freshwater lake, the Pangang clan quietly moved to Taijiner Lake, and there was no difference between the two.

The Pangang clan thrived in Lake Takkiner and still begs Titan for mercy. Some misty people came down to sympathize with them and let them continue their craft. Queen Pangang led her people to show loyalty to those who drove away the clouds. After several generations, the misty people took away a large number of weapons, and those who drove away the mist also made their water and grass more fertile.

It didn't know how long it took Titan to find the survivors of the Pangang clan, and then in the fields, the end of the sky, the fire fell to the ground, and the Pangang clan perished.

It is not clear whether there are any survivors. This historical corridor of the Pangang family has always described the history of their family, and the protagonist is in a bad mood.

Why does the giant Titan, the flying man, need to make so many weapons for them by the Pangonian clan?

Why destroy the Pangang family?

There is no explanation for this relief, in other words, isn't the protagonist now Pangang? If the regime that should be ruled by the king promised the Shen family to modify the military product production contract and let the military participate in modifying the design drawings, then the protagonist at that time would not be the fate of the Pangang family either.

Maybe the protagonist can rely on the army's command profit to form a big family, but the protagonist's foundation is unstable. After thousands of years of gestation, the political foundation and network foundation of other families are extremely stable, and they can't see the protagonist's fatness and mobility. As long as they seize the opportunity, they will definitely kill the protagonist, the fat sheep.

This is the real world.

Walking to the last relief stone slab, this is a monster on the skeleton of a woodpecker, with a long beak, a black linen cloth wrapped on his head, like the black clothes of the peach blossom ninja, bird claws and legs, and a machete in his hand.

Sure enough, walking into an empty room, the fire in the barren land lit the torches in the barren land in the room. This open room has traces of moving heavy objects on the ground, and traces of earthquake array walls. The cracks in the corners squeezed out a pile of quicksand, but the quicksand stopped flowing out.

In the center of the house, there was a skeleton on a stone. It was not tall, as if it was as tall as a one-year-old child. One hand sat on a bone knife, and the other hand held a stone on the blade. There was a pile of shavings and white powder under his feet.

The protagonist saw that the skeleton had a woodpecker's beak, and the black rough clothes were stained with a kind of dirty oil stain, as if it was stained with oil. The skeleton stopped moving and still maintained the posture of a sharp knife, like a robot without electricity.

The protagonist walked in, roaring, and the door at the door closed, and the magic fluctuated with it. The woodpecker's skull pulled up the stone to sharpen the knife, and a sharp squeak sounded, and the protagonist's teeth hurt. The spiritual communication melted into the human brain, and the skeleton stood up lazily, mumbling in his mouth, not knowing what to say, but the sound of these words seemed to bring some kind of spiritual power into the protagonist's mind. I have been waiting for tens of thousands of years. When my consciousness began to blur you, I smelled the taste of your flesh and blood, and you will be my food for thousands of years.

The skeleton muttered to himself like a primitive man with his bone knife in his hand, and the protagonist didn't even want to think about it. He closed his eyes and pulled out his whipping legs with his feet. The woodpecker's skull was knocked against the opposite wall with a "slap" sound. The distance was about how many meters, and with a roar, the wall produced a shock, but it did not fall from any wall, and there was no residual crack left.