My Private Planet

　　 Back on Earth, Wang Yan seemed to be offline from the game, instantly degenerating from a **** to an ordinary person.

　　 After a day of tossing, Wang Yan was already extremely tired, took a hot bath, plunged into the small bed of the rental house, and fell asleep.

　　 On his planet, Wang Yan is a high god, but he is an earth-born on the earth. The earth is home to him, and the familiarity and the sense of inner peace of mind here cannot be replaced.

　　……

　　 A good night's sleep.

　　 The next day.

　　 Wang Yan woke up naturally when he slept.

　　 Lying on the bed, Wang Yan lazily opened his eyes in a daze, cozy and comfortable.

　　 It’s been a long time since I slept so comfortably, the bed is so warm, I don’t want to get up at all, it’s cool not to go to work...

　　 But, why don’t I go to work?

　　Because I own a planet of my own...

　　 I wipe it!

　　Wang Yan came to his senses, and he suddenly remembered that in another world, he still has a job for God!

　　 And, on that planet, he still stocked a group of primitive people!

　　 Wang Yan looked at his watch, and the time was now 9:40 in the morning.

　　 It was more than eight o'clock when he came back last night, and now it is more than nine o'clock in the morning. He slept for more than ten hours in a single sleep. In other words, at least more than twenty days have passed on his planet.

　　 Twenty days is enough for many things to happen.

　　 Wang Yan patted his forehead and smiled bitterly: "God, I may be the most irresponsible **** in the world!"

　　 hurriedly got up to wash, without even eating breakfast, Wang Yan tore open the space and went back to his planet. He couldn't wait to understand the current situation of the tribe.

　　 The fire and water are merciless, I left in a hurry last night, and I haven’t had time to explain a lot of precautions for using fire, so don’t let anything happen!

　　……

　　Wang Yan’s planet is shining brightly and the sky is 10,000 miles away. I don’t know how many days the torrential rain has stopped. The virgin forest with strong self-repairing ability has restored its vitality.

　　 Standing on the top of the mountain and observing the primitive tribe from a distance, Wang Yan suddenly felt that the way he opened the world this time was a bit wrong.

　　 He couldn't help rubbing his eyes and looked at it again.

　　 Then, the whole person was stunned.

　　 I have to say that surprises always fill every corner of life. You never know what will happen tomorrow?

　　 On the square outside the tribe, a fierce bonfire was burning, and almost all primitive people gathered in the square, seeming to be performing some kind of ceremony.

　　 Compared with when Wang Yan left, the people in the tribe have undergone tremendous changes from head to toe. It can be said that they are completely new.

　　 First of all, the messy hair of men, women and children in the tribe was shaved off, and they became short hair in unison.

　　 may be the reason for the tools, their hair is unevenly trimmed, looks like they have been chewed by a dog, and they are both male and female.

　　 Know that beauty is a good thing, but don’t forget that Wang Yan is a professional art designer, and the pursuit of beauty has been deeply rooted.

　　 Suddenly seeing a group of people gnawing on the generally discordant hairstyle, it is more uncomfortable than killing him.

　　 said that they must not get a set of professional haircut tools to repair them again.

　　 However, Wang Yan was relieved that everyone in the primitive tribe was cleansed and clean, and the color of weather and frost caused by work was still on them, but the original unkempt face did disappear.

　　 Shaving and bathing, these behaviors probably benefited from the amazing learning and imitating power of primitive humans.

　　 Although the above changes were beyond Wang Yan's expectations, they were still within his acceptance range.

　　 But what the **** is that little girl standing in the middle of the campfire?

　　 When he first saw the little girl in the fire, Wang Yan was extremely angry. He thought that this group of ignorant primitive people had committed an unforgivable tragedy behind him.

　　 However, the little girl An Zhiruotai's expression and unharmed body in the fire made him instantly overthrow his previous thoughts.

　　 That is definitely not a blindfold, and primitive people probably can't use magic tricks.

　　 But why is the little girl standing on the fire safe and sound?

　　 Also, what she played with in the palm of her hand was clearly two **** of fire.

　　 Why can the fireball be held in your hand to play?

　　 This violates the basic law of scientific development!

　　 This **** only disappeared all night, his world tree has a tendency to grow crooked!

　　 Wang Yan couldn't help looking at the tree of the world, because the new leaves grew stronger because of the appearance of fire, and they looked a full circle larger than when they were new.

　　The tree of the world is not crooked!

　　 Is this the right way to open up the evolution of civilization?

　　 Existence is reasonable, does his planet possess magical civilization attributes?

　　 Wang Yan was silent for a moment, maybe what he insisted all the time was wrong!

　　 Fortunately, he is still thinking about going back to read the history of the development of world civilization, now it seems that it is completely useless!

　　The newly appointed **** has doubts for the first time about the world view he has adhered to for more than 20 years.

on the square.

　　The ceremony continues.

　　 Patriarch Caesar, Wu Zhu Gou left, and hunting captain Hou Yi and other leaders of the tribe presided over the ceremony.

　　 The grass skirts on the leaders have been replaced with plastic bags for rice, showing their uniqueness.

　　 The words of XX brand are printed on their chests. This rice manufacturer should give Wang Yan a sponsorship fee. This is probably the first advertisement to go out of the earth and promote to another world...

　　 There is a flat cliff behind the leaders of the tribe.

　　 On the cliff, I don’t know what material I used to paint the portrait of Wang Yan.

　　 The simple strokes style is very abstract, but Wang Yan still recognizes him at a glance.

　　Short hair, a swing stick in one hand, a battery light in the other, a lit gas stove next to him...

　　 Several iconic things prove the identity of the portrait.

　　 But...

　　 is too low!

　　 Wang Yan wanted to cry a little bit. To be honest, he didn't want to admit that the portrait on the cliff was him!

　　Think about the gods on the earth, no matter the motherland or foreign countries, which **** is not beautiful, but why is it his turn to be such a stick figure god?

　　Wang Yan's old profession is art design, but his portraits enshrined by his people are so ugly that it is unbearable.

　　 In order to make my idols more powerful, I can't say that I have to instruct these guys on the basic art skills.

In front of the portrait, the gas stove and gas stove have been placed there. The pot used to cook porridge is placed on the stove. Inside the pot is the head of an unknown animal, bloody, with a pointed mouth, staring. White eyeballs...

Ok!

　　 This should be the most primitive sacrifice!

　　 staring at the **** animal head, UU reading www.uukanshu. com Wang Yan curled his lips and smirked. Could you please cook it carefully, it’s too disrespectful to God, I am the God who brought you fire!

At this time, a little boy about fifteen or sixteen years old walked out of the crowd, respectfully bowed to the portrait of Wang Yan, then stood up and bowed to the patriarch and Wu Zhu in turn. With a tragic expression in the eyes of everyone's expectations, they resolutely stretched out their left hand toward the burning campfire.

　　 Wang Yan's eyes widened suddenly.

　　 The little boy touched the flame with his palm and persisted for more than ten seconds. Then he let out a scream, quickly retracted, and quickly put his burned hand into the cold pool that was already prepared next to him.

　　 Seeing this scene, the onlookers sighed in unison.

　　 What a cruel test!

　　 Wang Yan took a breath. Although he was immortal, he didn't have the courage to put his hands on the fire.

　　 Patriarch Caesar was unmoved, shook his head, and pointed his face at the next person!

　　Wang Yan only noticed that the primitive people on the square were divided into two groups centered on the bonfire. On one side were the intact people waiting to be tested; on the other were all losers with their burnt left hands and grinning teeth.

　　 What the hell?

　　 Was the little girl in the middle of the flame chosen like this?

　　 Regarding the daily use of fire, Wang Yan only thought of cooking cooked food, or burning mountains to open up wasteland, and thinking about it, it means smelting steel.

　　 But I never thought that the flame can still operate like this!

　　 This group of primitive people are letting their minds fly, and playing with fire!