The Great Talisman

　　Vulcan was suppressed by that little bird. I remember that there is a flame given by Vulcan in the cave. If I take the opportunity to study it, I can see the mystery of the gods...?

Yang Sanyang's heart beats crazily in an instant, and this thought flooded his entire mind for an instant. He has the eye of law and can peek into any law between heaven and earth. Vulcan's origin absolutely cannot hide from his own law. If he can see the secrets of the gods, he may not Can't embark on the path of becoming a god.

　　 The pace accelerated, Yang Sanyang hurried all the way, and went straight to the cave, watching the sacred fire lit in the middle of the cave, but his footsteps suddenly stopped.

　　 I only thought of the origin of the coveted Vulcan, and peeped into the mystery of becoming a god, but what if he could not become a god?

　　 At that time, Vulcan's revenge is waiting for him. Vulcan will never mind if he eats from the bird and vent to himself.

　　The blasphemer died!

　　 And I just have the eyes of the law, even if I can peek into the original law of Vulcan, how about? He couldn't mobilize the law at all, let alone cultivate into a god?

　　 Yang Sanyang stopped. He was still young and had a lot of time. If he wasn't forced to the limit, he would never want to anger the gods and put himself in an uncontrollable place.

　　 "I can still wait!" Yang Sanyang lowered his head, his trembling body gradually returned to calm, and slowly turned around and walked on the ground in a cloak, leaving muddy traces under his feet.

　　 This can be regarded as one's final successor. If one day one day is about to pass away, and there is no chance for longevity, then it will be time for oneself to blaspheme!

　　 He was never a brave person, if he had to force him, he never wanted to take risks.

　　 This is the case with the fire drill, and it is the same now! How can one take a risk without a desperate situation?

　　 And the life in front of him is very good. He lives very comfortable. Although he does not have the Internet of Things or computers, he can silently recite the Tao Te Ching and study the evolution of the laws of heaven and earth every day. Although he has never practiced, his background is constantly increasing.

　　 Moreover, the heaven and the earth have repeatedly given merits, as long as he does not do things that are angry and complaining in the future, there will naturally be this heaven and earth to protect him.

　　 "If there is no chance, then I will continue to create merits. One day when my merits are sufficient, there will naturally be an opportunity for longevity. Then no one can stop me from reaching the top!" A little light appeared in Yang Sanyang's eyes.

"plate……"

Ye walked briskly from a distance, hopping happily all the way to Yang Sanyang, holding a bunch of gorgeous flowers like fire, came to Yang Sanyang, staring at Yang Sanyang with expectation, black and white There was a hint of anxiety in his distinct eyes.

　　 Yang Sanyang didn't notice Ye's expression, but instead set his eyes on the flower, took the flower in his hand and placed it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it gently.

　　 A faint scent came, and Ye's eyes were full of smiles and joy.

　　 Looking at the joyful face again, Yang Sanyang smiled softly: "Where did you pick the flowers?"

　　 Ye didn't understand Yang Sanyang's words, and just yelled softly, revealing a few coquettish flavors.

　　 For some reason, Yang Sanyang felt that the Ye in front of him had become more and more beautiful in recent days, and he even had a fascinating charm.

　　 "Impossible! How could I be impulsive to a monkey! And it's still a male monkey!" Yang Sanyang shuddered, bringing this terrifying thought to the bottom of his heart, and then touched Ye's head.

　　 Ye closes his eyes, his eyes are full of enjoyment, and he actively rubs Yang Sanyang's palm.

Seeing this scene, Yang Sanyang trembled in his heart, and took his finger back without a trace, took out a tortoise bead from his arms and stuffed it into Ye's mouth: "This is the essence of the old tortoise that has been honed for thousands of years. You are of great help."

　　 With a clear cry, Yang Sanyang lowered his head with a wry smile, walked slowly back to the stone room, and inserted the flower in a gourd in his house.

　　 There is clear water in the gourd, which can ensure that this flower will not die. The whole house reveals a light fragrance.

　　Sunrise and sunset, with the approach of the Cold Cretaceous, the climate between the sky and the earth is constantly changing, getting colder. In the morning, it takes the hour close to noon before everyone can go out, and the cold weather outside will dissipate. And when it was close to three o'clock in the afternoon, the frost had already spread, and the primitive people had to return quickly in the face of the bitter ice.

　　 In a day, the time for everyone to hunt is less than five hours.

　　 Although the time is constantly shortening, it is enough for everyone to hunt.

That night

　　 Yang Sanyang ate the grilled fish and swept past the primitive people in the cave who were busy making children and grandchildren. His ears fluctuated up and down, and he couldn't help feeling upset.

　　 Although he is only five years old, he has the mind of an adult. In recent days, he has devoured monsters, and his whole body has been continuously raised. He looks like a half-sized child, fifteen or six years old.

　　 Hearing the voices of the people, he only felt that the blood was swelling, and he actually reacted.

Without a word, Yang Sanyang turned and walked into his own stone cave. The thick stone walls cut off the depressive sounds of the outside world. He lay on a soft bed and wrapped his body in tiger skin. Yang Sanyang sighed: "It's not that I have desires for primitive people. , But derived from biological instinct."

　　 There was a sound of footsteps, and Ye slowly walked into Yang Sanyang's room, looked at Yang Sanyang with shining eyes, then took off the animal skin and got into Yang Sanyang's tiger skin quilt, and stretched out his hand to habitually hold Yang Sanyang in his arms.

　　 "Huh~"

　　 Feeling the softness of the back, two groups like small buns, Yang Sanyang was startled: "When did the **** grow? Could it be that she is a girl?"

　　 Feeling the softness of the back, Yang Sanyang was a bit at a loss for a moment. Ye tidyed up the tiger-skin mattress for Yang Sanyang to prevent the quilt from getting wind, but he inadvertently ran his fingers between his legs and touched the swelling that had not subsided.

　　 Ye's movement stopped, as if thinking about something.

　　 Yang Sanyang's body was stiff and he did not dare to move. At this time, he felt the atmosphere was extremely embarrassing.

　　 It took a while to see Ye's palm move, and he straightened Yang Sanyang's body, and then the whole gecko lay on Yang Sanyang's body, two shining eyes staring at Yang Sanyang, like two small stars in the light.

　　 Before Yang Sanyang could move, he saw Ye sitting on his lap, grabbed Yang Sanyang baby with curiosity, fiddled back and forth, and looked down carefully.

　　 Yang Sanyang was speechless, and quickly opened Ye's hand, hoping to move himself up and down. Yeah refused to move, looked at Yang Sanyang with a puzzled expression, and then held on to Yang Sanyang's baby, even raising his body to sit down.

　　 "Shoo..."

　　 Ye's movements were awkward and awkward, and he actually slid over, and then Yang Sanyang was so shocked that he quickly pushed Ye down, yelled unhappy, and reprimanded Ye.

　　 Ye looked aggrieved, lowered his head and refused to speak, tears in his eyes waved.

　　 Yang Sanyang was a little soft-hearted, hugged Ye in his arms, patted the other's shoulder, then slowly closed his eyes and made a sleeping gesture.

　　 Yeah blinked his big eyes incomprehensibly, a pair of eyes refused to close, just looking at Yang Sanyang quietly.

　　 The atmosphere in the room was stagnant, and Yang Sanyang fell asleep in a drowsy manner for some time, and Ye also got into his arms and fell into a deep sleep.

　　 There was no dream all night, Yang Sanyang slept well. He shook his head when he looked at the still sleeping. Yeah must have slept very late last night. Although he could not communicate with Yeah, he still knew exactly what Yeah was thinking.

　　 Dressed carefully and looked at the limp, Yang Sanyang shook his head. Although he knew him well, he couldn't pass the hurdle in his heart.

　　 Do something like that with a primitive man, unless he is crazy!

　　 can't be uncomfortable!

　　 The sun rises from the horizon, Yang Sanyang inhales into the horizon, watching the mighty sun envelop the whole world, and curls his lips: "The sun is mighty and mighty, but he refuses to share anything with me. He really is a stingy petty fellow."

　　 The clanging sound of the people’s lives cooked the breakfast, Yang Sanyang tore the king crab in his hand, looking at the three rods in the sun, the coldness that still did not dissipate, could not help but frown slightly:

　　 "Alright, the Cretaceous Period is coming soon!"

　　 The high priest still lay on the ground and exuded a desolate tone. Yang Sanyang looked at the dim bonfire in the wind and snow, and the high priest sighed with his constantly trembling body.

　　 Primitive people are ignorant, UU reading www. uukanshu. Com's resilience, but it is by no means comparable to ordinary people.

　　 walked out of the cave slowly, the cold whirlwind blows the big cloak constantly swaying, the cold wind followed the gaps in the clothes, and desperately drilled into his body.

　　 The body of the old sacrificial priest is already stiff, no longer trembling, but the whole person is like a sculpture, with a layer of frost on his face.

　　 Yang Sanyang didn't say a word, but just provoked the flames more vigorously, lowered his head and looked at the high priest, and put a bowl of warm fish soup in front of him.

　　 "If this goes on, you will die!" Yang Sanyang couldn't help sighing. Although he knew that the other party didn't understand, he still couldn't help but want to speak.

　　 did not respond to Yang Sanyang's words. With the vigorous bonfire, the body of the high priest gradually recovered, and the whole body was sweaty.

　　 Slowly drank the fish soup, the high priest looked at Yang Sanyang with muddy eyes, then tore the fish in his hand, looking desperately at the flame on the altar.

Yang Sanyang wanted to support the high priest, but the high priest grabbed his arm. He looked at Yang Sanyang stubbornly, and slowly shook his head, patted Yang Sanyang on the shoulder, and sorted out the hair that was blown away by the cold wind. , And then turned around again and fell to his knees, with a desolate tone in his mouth.

　　 "Puff~" A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Yang Sanyang's pupils contracted suddenly, and he hurriedly stepped forward to hold him.

　　 The old sacrifice pushed Yang Sanyang away, and he knelt down in the cold wind alone, calling out like a cuckoo in blood.

　　 "It's not his fault, but unfortunately, he just took the responsibility on his own body!" Yang Sanyang was silent, but took a pile of firewood and adjusted the flame again.

　　 "Oh! Gods..." Yang Sanyang raised his head and looked at the flames on the altar, then turned away after a long silence.

　　 Help Vulcan to get rid of that little bird?

　　 He is not crazy yet! He doesn't even feel bored!