Ten thousand years of prehistory of elves

"A bug has lived for two hundred years, which is the longest living human being I have ever seen."

Grandpa Baidie's voice echoed in the dark space, while He Chen stood there dumbfounded.

Two hundred years?

This is this...

Has he cultivated immortality?

At this time, the scene changed, and various scenes of life and combat training flashed by.

In the blur, He Chen could see that Grandpa Baidie had a very happy time as a green caterpillar, always accompanied by Ling's silver bell-like laughter, which was crisp, innocent and happy.

"Greenworm, aren't the leaves of the cat-shaped fruit leaves delicious?"

"Green Worm, this fruit is so sweet!"

"Green Chrysalis, it feels so comfortable and cool to hold you."

"Little White Butterfly, is this flower pretty? Hehe."

……

Worm seems to have only one daughter, Ling, and only one wife, Ling's mother.

Monogamous.

In the tribal era, this was very rare.

Many people don't know who their father is at all, they only know who their mother is. There are very few people like this who almost form a family of three for future generations.

Of course, there are few people like the green worm tribe, and the blood relationship is still clear.

"I spent a long time with Ling, and finally evolved from a green worm, that is, a green caterpillar to a white butterfly." Grandpa Baidie's voice was full of emotion and memories.

time flies.

In the end, the spirit grew up and became a tall girl, and her round face was also elongated into an oval face.

Moreover, unlike others, girls love to be clean, and their waist-length hair is clean and soft.

Because she was the leader's only daughter for more than a hundred years, Ling didn't have to go hunting with the hunting team. Instead, she was well protected and had not even seen blood.

However, this made the spirit more pure and the temperament cleaner.

Like a bouquet of white flowers in this savage, dirty world.

Green lotus growing in the mud.

At this time, in the stone house.

A young girl is sitting on the ground, in front of it is a polished square stone, which looks like a table.

The girl's hair fell on her shoulders, and there was a small white flower beside her ear.

"Little Bai Die, do you want to mate with the female Bai Die in the future?" The girl pouted her head and frowned.

Grandpa Baidie was flying around the room at this time, using his thoughts to arrange the large and small stone pots and the flowers in the pots, as if he was doing housework, and did not answer her.

Those flowers were brought back by the spirit.

"The day after tomorrow is the mating day. My father and mother want me to mate, but I don't want to." Grandpa Baidie was busy doing housework and didn't answer, so the girl pouted and continued: "Why don't you go out with me ? What is the outside world like, so curious..."

Mating day is a very important festival for tribal people. On this day, everyone has to find their favorite mating partner, and then hold mating activities in order to give birth to cubs in the coming year.

Mating Day is a grand and solemn event that ensures the insect tribe's population flourishes.

This is the case every year, endlessly.

At this time, the young Grandpa Baidie paused, looked at the girl and called out, which meant that it was very dangerous outside.

The girl's eyes were jet-black, she looked pure and divine, as pure as the night sky: "Little Baidie, will you protect me?"

These years, the girl is responsible for innocence and romance, eating and drinking, and at most planting some flowers and plants.

And Grandpa Baidie often went out for training when he was a green caterpillar.

The bug tribe is divided into many divisions, such as the green bug division, mealworm division, and mantis division, and the leader chose an ordinary green bug egg for his daughter.

So this green worm, also known as Grandpa Baidie, has attracted much attention.

It has been training with ladybugs, balls of thread, hairballs and so on since the green bug period, and it has played against giant pincer mantises, Heracros, nanny bugs and the like in white butterflies.

He trains in the morning, goes out to play with Ling in the afternoon, trains in the evening, and occasionally uses silk spinning or telekinesis to do housework.

Full and busy.

But He Chen could feel that kind of happiness and joy.

At the same time, Grandpa Baidie's combat prowess is also impressive.

"Little Baidie, do you want to protect me?" It seemed that Grandpa Baidie didn't answer, she pouted her waist and pretended to be angry.

"What..."

Grandpa Baidie didn't seem to know telepathy at that time, and could only express it through calls.

It means: It's dangerous outside, don't go.

"Is there any danger outside? There are many monsters outside, maybe one as beautiful as you!" Ling immediately hugged Grandpa Baidie with a smile and started shaking:

"Little Baidie, come with me~Little Baidie~"

The girl's eyes were bright, she hugged Grandpa Baidie and acted like a baby.

"What..."

Grandpa Baidie reluctantly succumbed to the girl.

So, while the men were hunting and the women were polishing stone tools, the two secretly escaped from the tribe.

There are powerful elves patrolling the insect tribe at any time, and there are warriors holding stone knives and spears walking around.

However, they were all prevaricated by the spirit in various ways.

In the end, one person and one insect walked out of the tribe!

……

"I shouldn't have promised her that time, but I'm glad I did."

Grandpa Baidie said regretfully.

He Chen was wondering, just watching the scene change.

Grandpa Bai Die was in his youth at the time, and he knew not only various insect-type skills, but also mind power. He Chen even saw the powerful insect-type skill "Butterfly Dance".

The monsters that came to attack were knocked down one by one, but Ling did not allow Grandpa Baidie to kill them, but healed them instead.

She is so kind.

Kindness is not like the people of this era.

Moreover, she has an innocence, love for beauty, and love for cleanliness that does not belong to this era.

In the past, when a tribe was attacked by a group of flying elves, although they were repelled, some low-level insect elves would die.

Even if a green caterpillar dies, she will be sad for a long time.

But to the surprise of the young Grandpa Baidie, those elves finally started to follow Ling's footsteps.

For example, a Chuanshan King who was defeated by it, or a Qilin Qi who was injured and was about to die, and then rescued...

One by one monsters followed behind her, and in just two days, there were ten monsters behind them.

For the past two days, Ling only ate berries, because she was reluctant to kill monsters.

"Did all the meat I ate come from this way?" she asked.

"Baa." Grandpa Baidie groaned softly.

Ling fell silent.

She thought of the scene she had seen before.

The bag dragon hunted and killed by the fossil pterosaur, only the solitary bag dragon is left crying.

Monarch snakes and earth turtles are fighting for territory and accidentally crush some Rattata to death.

There is also the flaming horse that was attacked and preyed by a group of Heluga after failing to compete for the leader.

The cruelty of the grassland and the reality of nature.

In these two days, it was displayed in front of her eyes.

bloody.

"I'm homesick, Xiao Baidie, let's go back..." Ling felt depressed.

……

Watching these scenes, He Chen sighed endlessly. The leader of the Zong tribe's love for Ling can really be said to be spoiled.

How can there be no blood in prehistory?It's okay for future generations, in prehistory, it's okay for minors, it's better for adults to see blood, otherwise it will be difficult to adapt to life.

However, He Chen found that it seemed to be more about Grandpa Baidie's memories of the spirit, and did not show the reason for the migration of the green worm tribe.

At this time, the memory continues to unfold.

"Little Baidie, is this flower pretty?"

Ling, who was about to go home, was very happy and returned to his previous vivacity.

She pinned a small white flower next to her ear, which made her look very pure and lovely.

She was riding on Qilinqi, gently stroking Qilinqi's back, just to play tricks on the other elves beside her.

It looks innocent and eccentric.

He Chen even liked Grandpa Baidie a little bit, the little master.

But at this moment, the scene changed.

He Chen's pupils shrank.

His eyes were blood red.

In the sky, unknown powerful existences are colliding and fighting fiercely, and various energies leak out from above, rumbling.

And the tribe has become ruins, and there are corpses everywhere, both human and elf.

Ling stood blankly outside the tribe, next to him was the young Grandpa Baidie, and behind him were ten elves.

Dead, all dead.

The tribal people who were supposed to celebrate the "mating day" were all dead.

And the reason seems to be caused by a certain existence in the sky above.

Ling just stared blankly at everything in the tribe.

Suddenly, she rushed into the tribe like crazy.

She wanted to rush into the house to have a look, but there was only a pile of stone ruins in place.

"Abba...Em! Where are you..." She yelled, tears streaming down her face.

She did not find the great leader of the worm tribe, "worm", nor did she find her mother.

Even the entire tribe died, leaving only a pile of ruins and corpses.

And the energy fluctuations in the sky are getting bigger and bigger, and it is about to hit the ground.

Grandpa Baidie made a decisive decision, immediately controlled Ling with his thoughts, and fled outside, and the ten elves hurriedly followed.

But just as they were about to escape from the tribe, a voice rang in their ears.

"Wait a moment!"