"I heard him just now that the solution that we had come up with was revealed by your tribe?"

I was silent for a moment and suddenly spoke.

"Yeah, yes!" the man smiled honestly and touched the back of his head.

"We have paid a lot of money for this, and several tribe members have died!"

The cause of death...it is probably the same as the young man who sent the letter, and he is probably exhausted.

My heart tightened and I suddenly fell silent.

The human race actually survives in this kind of living environment?

Compared with the human race's situation, those big races live tens of millions of times better than the human race.

At least, they didn't have to die a few tribe members every day.

And the human race...the population is only tens of millions.

But hundreds of people die every day.

Of course, what followed was the rebirth of thousands of people.

I'm silent.

Such a race...why can't it rise?

He has no reason not to rise.

The entire race is divided into countless tribes.

And every tribe is also concerned about the human race.

Everyone is thinking about the entire ethnic group.

Why can't such a race rise?

What about other races?

Once something small happens.

Everyone has to blame the world.

Strange the powerful, the ancestor, the heaven, and the earth.

Live in complaining all day long.

It is said that people can only think of others after they have eaten and drunk enough.

But the human race... are individual examples!

All other ethnic groups are competing for their own.

Only the human race is united.

And, simple and kind.

Although I don't know what it will look like in the future.

But...the kind people are the majority after all!

Only such a race deserves the priest of all things!

It has nothing to do with talent!

Are human talents strong?

I can see that.

Not strong.

If there is no such halo of the way of heaven.

With the talent of Nuwa's essence and blood and the Three Lights Divine Water and Nine Heavens Xirang, the human race is not much stronger.

The Three Lights Divine Water, in the ancient starry sky, as long as you go and find it, it will be everywhere.

Nine Heavens Xirang.

At the foot of Buzhou Mountain.

As long as you are careful, you can find it.

Nuwa's blood...

Nuwa created a drop of essence and blood, a quasi-saint who created 129,600 human races, an ordinary quasi-saint.

How powerful can essence and blood have?

The human race is favored by the way of heaven.

Many people will ask, why do so many powerful races only like human races?

From the perspective of the way of heaven.

Human race is perfect.

At least, for the checks and balances of the prehistoric world.

It's perfect.

People know how to give back.

Maybe they don't understand.

But after they die, they will give back to the world.

This is the human race.

This is why the way of heaven favors the human race.

I looked at the man, remained silent for a moment, and said, "Why?"

“What’s why?”

"Why do you want to help them even if you don't care about the names of the human race?"

I narrowed my eyes slightly.

The man widened his eyes and said as expected: "Of course I have to help them!"

"Before our human race has no such solution, not to mention other tribes, but our tribe, there are more than a dozen people who die every day. Weak children and the elderly, as well as some women who have just given birth to children, they need protection. At that time, we did not have such a solution, so people die every day!"

"And if we know this method, if we don't spread this method, how many people might die!"

"Everyone is a human race, so we should help each other!"

"Yeah?"

I squinted my eyes and my figure gradually disappeared.

That man must not keep his thoughts in front of a quasi-saint power.

In other words...

What he said was from the heart.

My figure appeared again and was no longer in the tribe of the human race.

"Human race...human race..." I sighed, but my eyes flashed: "Sister Nuwa, you have really created a terrible race."

"certainly!"

Fuxi and Shichen's figures appeared beside me at some time, and Fuxi's gentle smile was mixed with a bit of complexity.

"This is my sister's blood."

The appearance of Fuxi and Shichen was not beyond Lao Tzu's expectations.

He smiled slightly at the two of them.

Shi Chen's eyes were full of complexity.

At that time, when he saw the human race, he felt mixed feelings.

Human race, how nostalgic.

The living environment of the human race was the beginning of a century.

He cares for the human race very thoughtfully.

No one died.

But gradually, Shichen realized his mistake.

If the human race continues to be so well protected.

Then, the human race will no longer be the "righteous" human race.

What they need depends on their own.

If you keep taking care of them too well.

Then the human race... will miss the position of the protagonist of heaven and earth.
To be continued...