I woke up after 300 million years

Ta Ta, Ta Ta, Ta Ta...

Just when everyone was noisy, heavy and powerful footsteps came from behind the iron gate.

Three seconds later, the footsteps stopped at the door. The iron door was slowly pushed open, and a young man came into view.

The most unique thing about the young man is his long dark red hair that reaches his knees, his eyes are also dark red, his classical robes of unknown style, and his fair and delicate skin that can be broken by a blow.

He looks like an ancient young master, holding a jade flute in his right hand and walking arrogantly.

One of the seventeen outer gods, the old days have come to an end.

If I had to use one word to describe it, it could only be - demon!

The skin of the old man is more feminine, giving people an indescribable and unexplained weirdness.

He glanced at the ten people in front of the round table, walked towards the girl step by step, and asked:

"Have the rules been made clear?"

The girl shook her head, "I haven't told you yet. I played a little game with them. They are too stupid."

"Didn't you tell me?" I pinched my chin at the end of the day and looked at Yan Fan with a half-smile, "Then let me tell you... I am the master of the first game, and my game is the most dangerous. , the name is - live to be twenty-eight years old!"

Live to be twenty-eight?

Everyone looked at each other in confusion and confusion.

No one present was younger than twenty-eight years old, even Mo Qingwu had lived for more than five thousand years.

The girl stood up and took over the topic, "Before He introduces the game, I want to say something first."

"The drum of liberation has been beaten, and everything is irreversible. The space you and we are in does not belong to any place in the universe, but is a fragmented world where the Creator once lived."

"Here, you and we are all bound and must abide by the rules."

"What rules?" the mother of all things interjected.

Stepping out her little feet, the girl came behind the Mother of All Things and said expressionlessly:

"This is our advantage... If you want to survive in this fragmented world, you can only obey our arrangements."

"Of course, you can try to find a way to break the situation."

"We won't say how many games there are in total...you only have ten chances to die."

"Every time you die, you cannot continue the game. You have to wait until the next game. The winner of each game will regain a level of power. If any of you dies ten times, you will be replaced by an alien god from your god source. , you will die completely and never be resurrected."

"They...will fight with your lives!"

The atmosphere became quiet again, and the kerosene lamp grew dimmer.

Yan Fan took a deep breath, "One moment for us, another moment for them, are you really not involved?"

"Guess." The girl showed an innocent smile.

In the eyes of everyone, this smile is thousands of times more terrifying than the devil.

Quan Tianzun thought for a moment, "Ten opportunities for resurrection, can I understand it this way... Every time we die, you can deprive us of a little bit of power, and if we win ten games in a row, our recovery will be extraordinary." With the power of ten, can I swallow you up and be promoted to the old days?"

The old days finally turned the jade flute and said in an easy-going tone, "Who knows? You can guess, but we don't have to answer."

Yan Fan also spoke, "If I guessed correctly, the real first game may be related to teamwork, so... the girl deliberately led us to play the game of truth and lies first, hoping that we would start with Just infighting, questioning, looking down on each other, refusing to cooperate, right?”

I have to say that their minds are quite active.

Many things can be analyzed with just some fragments of information and words.

Yan Fan doesn't think the girl is a boring person, and the game just now shouldn't be boring.

Their eyes met, and the girl laughed dumbly, "You are overthinking, don't be too smart."

God said coldly, "As before, I don't trust them."

"It doesn't matter whether you believe it or not. If you don't believe it, it will be more beneficial to us." The old man finally said, "It doesn't matter."

He played the flute of curse, and Yan Fan and others suffered an unknown curse, and their bodies shrank little by little.

Not just the body, including clothes and shoes.

In just three seconds, ten people become one-year-old babies, maintaining human or semi-human postures.

Mo Qingwu took her hands and feet out of the chains, regained her freedom, jumped up immediately, stepped on the round table, ran towards Yan Fan, and jumped!

"Dad!" She hugged Yan Fan's neck tightly and kissed him, "I miss you so much!"

Yan Fan hugged his daughter's waist. When he was one year old, he was half a head taller than Mo Qingwu.

He knows his daughter's character very well, in one word - tiger!

When we first met, Mo Qingwu was wearing a black vest with her navel exposed, wearing sunglasses, and driving a car. She looked cool and sassy, ​​and looked like an old lady.

"Yan Fan..."

The milky cry reached his ears. Yan Fan's eyes moved to the left and he was stunned for three seconds.

Little Su Xingyue is so cute, so cute!

That pink face, those soft hands and feet, and a pair of big black and bright eyes.

The old man was very satisfied with this scene and continued to say while walking around the round table:

"My game is to live to be twenty-eight, and you have to survive in the fragmented world!"

"There, all humans are not human, and if they find you are different from them, you will be eaten, representing death."

Are all humans not humans?

A pack of wolves in sheep's clothing?

We are sheep and they are fake sheep. Once they find out that we are real sheep, they will tear off the disguise, turn into wolves and eat us. Is this what you mean?

Yan Fan's brain was running rapidly, analyzing every word and every sentence of The End of the Past.

The God of War Niu Duoduo climbed onto the round table and asked arrogantly:

"In short, we survived for twenty-eight years and won the game?"

"No, it's twenty-seven years." I told you patiently at the end of the day, "You are one year old now and have a certain amount of mobility. This is the benefit I give you. I won't tell you how many benefits you have. You can guess by yourself."

Mo Qingwu pouted her lips and said cutely:

"Dad, this is so unfair. We don't know anything. It's a hell of a start!"

The one-year-old Yan Fan was immature and thin. He patted his daughter on the back and said, "Just get used to it. There is never any fairness when dealing with these guys."

"That's right, there is no fairness here. Playing you to death is my goal." The old man finally turned his jade flute with cold eyes, and ten beams of light descended from the ceiling, covering ten people.

"Next... I hope you don't die too early, otherwise it will be quite boring."

The God of War clenched his hands into fists and said, "It doesn't matter when I am one year old, my fate is up to me!"

Mo Qingwu was forced to separate from Yan Fan and floated in the middle of the light beam, "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...My fate is up to God, not me, but it can be up to my father!"

Su Xingyue shouted loudly, "Yan Fan, I will find you!"

In an instant, ten beams of light broke through the ceiling, and ten people fell into coma and were forced to fly towards a city.

......

hiss!

It’s so cold!

Yan Fan was lying flat on the crib, and the orifice window was shrouded in darkness. The strong wind whipped up the pattering raindrops and slapped the glass. Purple lightning pierced the dark night from time to time. The thunder was deafening, and bloody handprints and devil's faces were reflected on the window.

After an unknown amount of time, Yan Fan opened his eyes and stared at the pale ceiling.

"Has the game... started?"