Chapter 10： Late hero

Xu Zhi returned to the house, entered the kitchen, and began to boil water. He was thirsty and wanted to drink a cup of tea.

The fire of civilization has been shed.

This kind of wormy ape with vigorous body is more like a Western race, named Gilgamesh, the mythical Western king, and he can see Xu Zhi's great hope for him.

Even, even before the test tube stage of these species of insects and apes, they did not accept the second gene-termite gene that they could accommodate, Xu Xu also gave it to him, which shows that the expectation is extremely deep.

Whether 　　 can really rise depends on himself.

Next, Xu Zhi was very comfortable. He sat on the door of the house with Erlang's legs and looked at the various scenes of the yard. "The orchard yard of five or six hundred meters has only cleaned a square meter of 100 square meters to build a sand table, or else Clean the weeds somewhere?"

Xu Zhi thought for a while and said that he would do it, even though he didn't think clearly about what to do with the remaining land.

As for expanding the 100-meter sand table, he felt unnecessary in a short period of time. The area was too large, but it was not easy to control. The current area is almost enough.

dong dong dong!

There was not a moment, and there was a knock at the door.

Xu Zhi was shirtless, put down his **** and opened the door. Outside the door was Chen Xi girl, looking at him with a bunch of food, and went to the courtyard to look crazy, very curious, "Ah? Are you cultivating the land?"

"Yes, practice your hands and exercise your body." Xu Zhi picked up a towel and wiped her sweat. She couldn't see everything in the sand table, but just thought she was cultivating the land.

"Unexpectedly, high-quality foreign students, quit last year's salary of more than one hundred thousand high-paying jobs, suffering from terminal illness, go home and farm."

Chen Xi scratched his head and looked at Xu Zhi’s upper body with golden ratios, sharp muscle contours, and an old blush. He silently scolded that he must be repairing the drawing and hanged it, "Brother Xu Zhi, here is what you eat! Well, do you want to help? I also helped my mother plant seedlings at home. Your orchard has been deserted for a long time. Is your orchard five or six hundred square meters? It’s really a big farmer. You are alone now and you can’t figure it out!"

"No need to."

Xu Zhi laughed and said: "No way, the yard is large, I will reclaim a piece of land, plant some interesting seeds, and maybe it can bloom flowers that are rotten to people's admiration."

"--Oh." Chen Xi exhaled curiously, patting his chest to assure, "Then you plant the land! Tell me what you want to eat! Aunt Li and I will do it for you!"

Then leaped away.

In the end, she secretly added a sentence and gave Xu Zhi a crit. "It was so depressed before, and suddenly it turned into a red face, and her hair grew out. It must be back to the light....It is estimated that I can't live for a few days. Before I die, I have to take good care of you."

Hmm? ?

I have to die if I grow my hair?

"Nima, do you regard rice as my last supper? This nizi is too insulting. I am only in the midst of stomach cancer." Xu Zhi gasped, staring at the girl, and opened the meal box.

Inside is a well-prepared urinal, poached eggs, carrots, green grass fried meat, very grounded, swallowed in one swallow, and suddenly felt the whole person's mouth full of fragrance, not refreshing.

Taste of hometown!

good to eat!

真香!

"This girl's craftsmanship is really good. I may already be a dead person. She should take good care of my dying cancer patient and come over and give me food every day..."

Cancer needs to pay attention to diet, especially stomach cancer, like such delicious and nutritious food, he can't eat enough, he is paralyzed on the lounge chair in the yard, and he doesn't want to move.

After a while, I started to do some chores, and cleaned the orchard by the way.

After doing farm work in the yard, he was covered with mud, and he started to wash his clothes and wring out the water. Pieces of clothing, underwear, and ropes hanging in the yard, "Oh, when should I go into the city There is a washing machine."

........

The next day, Chen Xi's round face girl sent a bento and became addicted.

But in the face of her pity and sympathy for the terminally ill patient, Xu Zhi refused to come.

Has been arranging land at home, and some people give delicious food to take care of his dying terminally ill patient, making him feel that the world is full of love, and is there a more nourishing and rural life than this?

is gone.

Picking chrysanthemum under the east hedge, leisurely see Nanshan.

Cultivated fields, various fields, leisurely to the ultimate light life of the farm, he already vaguely had that kind of seclusion.

This short day was very short for Xu Zhi. Three meals and a little sleep, it took a long time for the sand table, and it was over a hundred years. For the insects with an average life span of 40-50 years In other words, they have passed through the reproduction of two generations.

Now, after two generations, the green insect ape that had passed over the torch of civilization, is he already dead?

not at all.

He gave Xu Zhi a big surprise.

Xu Zhi clearly recorded the progress of their civilization.

In the ten years after Xu Zhi left, Gilgamesh led the insect ape to continue to flee. He marveled at the fact that there is such a magical fire in the world, the flame can cook food, the flame can drive the behemoth at night, and the flame can be cold Provide warmth and maintain body temperature during the night.

The use of flame represents the origin of civilization.

The sword of Damocles left behind is an invincible weapon in this primitive forest. Gilgamesh used his weapon sharpness to kill countless Dora behemoths, making people linger and start to breathe. With the power of resistance.

In the second decade.

Gilgamesh got out of the green and walked to his thirties.

He became majestic and tall, led the tribe, and became the most powerful hunter of the insect ape family. He was called the hero king by the tribe people. He even used fire to burn the land, making the land fertile, and began to cultivate and carry out simple farming life.

He is inexhaustible, arrogant and arrogant, self-respecting, and the monster of wisdom has given him three treasures of civilization in his hand. He clearly knows that civilization is the inheritance of knowledge and history, so he boldly opened up cuneiform scripts and innovative languages ​​that record ethnic history. He considered himself to be the first intelligent species to open up a civilized world, recorded his history of creating civilizations in books, praised him, and said the name "Genesis" without hesitation.

He is arrogant, tyrannical, and very charismatic.

He has one hundred thirty-one beautiful wives in the tribe. He gave birth to his offspring. Most of the offspring born are strong and powerful, inheriting his bureaucracy and wisdom.

can live at the age of thirty or forty years of the insect apes, Gilgamesh at this time, already in his thirties.

The owl has reached the end of their race, he ushered in his old age, that year, the rugged hero king wielding the sword of Damocles, has reached the end of life.

In the tree house made of trees, the flames in the fireplace are burning and the heat waves are scattered.

"That's the giant of wisdom, the flame of civilization that has given me, it's so beautiful and rotten, like a jumping red stamen."

Gilgamesh sat quietly on the giant chair braided by the fur of God, his eyes deep and long, his entire burly tall body was old and slow, turning his head, looking at the giant heads hanging on the walls.

The corpse heads of various giant beasts, gritty, unyielding, powerful, trembling, these once brutal giant beasts have all been conquered by him.

The whole wall is like recording his glorious life.

In his life, he lived brilliantly enough, and rotten enough.

He realized his dream when he was young.

He was satisfied.

"The next tribal leader has been identified as my son, Aga of Kish. His ability is not inferior to me, and he can lead the entire tribe and continue its glory."

Gilgamesh clearly felt that his life was gradually approaching the end, and death was inevitable. He had almost admitted his life, silently took out the blood of strength that year, and sighed: "Everything has no worries, the monster of wisdom said, Only the bravest warriors in the world can be subdued, but they can't survive death, and they have unparalleled power."

"Ah, am I the most brave warrior in the world?"

"Let me take a look!!!" His hero was late, his clouded eyes slightly stunned, and he remembered his glorious years in a trance, suddenly burst into tears, silently pierced his arm, poured strength on his wound Blood.

Pain!

Incomparable tingling! ! ! ! !

Gilgamesh struggled.

This old hero fell to the ground, UU reading www.uukanshu. Com has experienced countless fights in one body, but has never been so painfully rolling violently, gasping, and finally, he survived the death, stood up, his body full of black hair gradually receded, revealing a strong chest muscles, dense on the face The black hair faded, revealing a perfect face like a god.

He is no longer gray and black, and he has become a snow-white hairy ape. His skin is delicate and crystal clear, as clear as termites, like a snow giant walking out of a blizzard. His muscles are as golden as a Greek sculpture. It has a strong impact and streamlined beauty.

"This power is..."

This burly young man with white hair slowly stood up, "The blood of power, what a great power."

Click.

He squeezed the strong bone handrail slightly and shattered it instantly.

At this time, Aga, the son of Kirsh Gemish, was standing at a high place. He raised the sword of Damocles and announced that he would inherit the next generation of leaders.

Kish’s Aga, a wise hero, can have both morals and morals. He is more like a qualified and kind leader than a tyrannical and arrogant father. Gilgamesh is also aware of this, so he is willing to change his position when he is old. Leave it to him, and he is unwilling to lead the destruction of the tribal civilization developed by his people.

But now, it's different...

It is completely different.

The very kind and beloved Aga of Kish, even if he had enough respect for his father, never thought of taking his place, Gilgamesh must not have any hidden dangers.

"I'm back, leader, it's still mine."

On this day, blood splattered, and the sound of howling sounded in the Sumerian tribe. The heroic king Gilgamesh killed son, regained the position of leader, and lived the second life.