I'm so angry that I'm so angry. What's the thing I give this?

If the main god is killed, the best way is to send a bunch of cubs, and it is a male and female classified life form that directly enters the mature stage.

Mo Ming added a sentence next to the side without hesitation: "No return or exchange, but it can be dealt with."

How to deal with it? It's not just a kill. These first-generation gods don't know what will happen after death, whether they will turn into ashes, or become rocks or something.

Mo Ming: "It turns into something else, animals, trees, flowers and plants."

A long hairy glutinous rice dumpling suddenly popped up in my mind, big, watery big eyes...

Seeing Mo Ming suddenly stretched his face and quickly kicked the dumpling away.

Don’t think about other things. These are all first-generation gods. They should be quite expensive. As something she can’t afford, she was given as a gift. How can she kill the gift and turn it into something else?

Looking at the long-footed tuna jumping in the distance, and with the first fourteen uncivilized first-generation gods, I couldn't help but sigh at the power of the law. It was the same rule wherever I went, that is: ideals are full, reality is skinny.

She slowly went down, and as soon as she went down, the two male first-generation gods jumped up and wanted to pull her down again.

The anger really came up, and went straight down, and everyone who slapped it away.

The other first-generation gods opened their mouths slightly, staring at the two of them in shock, and flew out of the perfect parabola in the air, and were shot to a place at least twenty meters away.

Looking at the dirt stains on her palms, she couldn't laugh or cry. How long has it been since she took a shower and washed her face?

When they flew to find them, the two guys were knocked unconscious and lay on the grass. The gods would not be so easy to hang up. They flew back with one hand and threw them in front of other first-generation gods.

From the eyes of other first generation gods, she saw fear.

If you don’t know how to respect, then you’re afraid, otherwise she will be the parent. For wolves, whoever can fight and hunt, whoever has a higher status. Even the problem of wolves breaking up their houses and catching cats and biting livestock is caused by the problem of wolves.

After she was cured, were she still afraid that these first-generation gods who should be smarter than wolves?

"My name is Xining, I created this planet and you." In fact, the planet was originally available, and you gave it to you for phone bills.

Xining was shameless and pretended to be inviolable and had absolute right to speak: "I will teach you to make your life better. You can choose to leave, but those who stayed will not ignore me.

You can't betray me, otherwise you will have to die!"

The first generation of gods looked at each other, and then one fell down, and with the first one, there was the second one...

Xining looked at them in a daze, like the two fainted guys, lying on the ground, with both hands raised forward. Is this surrender posture a bit too much? Well, no one teaches them.

Use kneeling etiquette and just lie down, just lie down, just get the meaning.

"I am willing, willing to be obedient... I, too..." I just could speak, so it was not easy.

By the river, a group of handsome men and beautiful women are playing.

The first thing is of course to let them clean up, and they can wash and wash, and these first-generation gods played water fight. The two male first-generation gods who fainted were also carried to wash by their companions and poured a handful of water on them.

, I woke up immediately. I am playing with each other now, I am really heartless.

The scenery is beautiful, but it's a bit eye-catching. If my sister hadn't had enough concentration, she would have been thrilling.

She didn't have time to watch it because she was busy making clothes!

It turned out that these first-generation gods should have been wearing clothes, but over time, the clothes were worn out, and they were unable to recover or repair them, and no one taught them to wear leaves, grass skirts, and animal skins, resulting in the current results.

When doing the task, although the needlework is not very good, I also know how the thread and cloth come from. There is currently no cotton or flax plants. Look at the long grass by the river, pull out a few, and use my mind to pull out their meridians.

, can actually twist it into thread.

After some lines are clumped, the lines are arranged according to the longitude and latitude with their minds.

Mo Ming, who was floating in the air next to him, sneered: "What clothes do you do?"

Even if you are wearing cloth strips, you can't last for three to five years. Could it be that these first-generation gods are naked? I don't know that it's very tiring to weave cloth with my mind. Either go buy clothes for my sister or don't be upset.

Mo Ming immediately said nothing, knowing that this iron cockerel refused to spend points, even if she refused to do the cheapest skin, she could only make clothes with great effort.

After washing, she made a set of clothes, and chose a goddess to wear the clothes she knitted. She used her thoughts to transfer the deconstruction on the branches, made two wooden combs, and helped one of the goddesses comb their hair.

The hair is so knotted that it becomes a bird's nest, so it is better to make the knotted hair smoother by thinking. Then use animal bones or branches to tie the hair into a bun.

A goddess wearing a strapless breast, a short skirt and a bun appeared in front of everyone. She immediately transformed a primitive man with a disheveled face into a cool-wearing goddess.

I also want her to wear more clothes, but there is nothing I can do, my time and energy are limited.

All the other first-generation gods were so happy: "It looks good, I want it too, I want it too."

Come on, do you know how hard it is. She was so tired that she was almost exhausted that she waved her hand: "Let's talk about it tomorrow." Then she disappeared and disappeared first.

It's getting dark, and this planet also has day and night alternating, which should be about the same time as most planes, twelve hours a day and twenty-four hours.

It’s not possible to practice martial arts. If you sit cross-legged, you will be lucky for a whole day. I don’t know how long it will take. Then rest and where can you sleep?

Mo Ming: "The Lord God does not need to sleep unless he wants to sleep."

If you don’t sleep, just wait for your energy to recover with your eyes open? Without the Internet, no entertainment facilities, and even books, this night will be very long. Think about it, just close your eyes and sleep, time passes the fastest.

The body of the main god can be transformed into a virtual body, and you can just close your eyes and sleep, allowing your body to float and float.

When the sun rose, the sunlight woke her up. When she opened her eyes, she felt it as if her physical strength had basically recovered.

Rubbing his face, he went to find the first generation of gods who gave him. As god mothers, he must fulfill his responsibilities and teach these cubs well. Otherwise, if others see them as such "honored", I wonder if they will be laughed at.

She had a god but didn't teach her, so she raised a group of two-legged beasts.

When they went there, the first generation of gods were having breakfast, watching them lying in front of the tuna corpses with their feet, eating like jackals, tigers and leopards. It was hard to look directly at them.

Ask them to get up first and wash their faces. Then teach them to drill wood to make fire, cut off the meat with a stone knife, and put it on the branches and roast it.

After some operation, these first-generation gods ate the roasted meat, and they all danced happily and called it delicious.

I couldn't help but sigh, poor kids, it's because I'm late, so I'll teach you well and let you get out of the primitive society before leaving.

When they are full, they don’t let them be idle and start learning to spin and weave. Of course, they are not taught by their minds how to pull out meridians from the grass, dry and knead, and then twist the threads, and then move the twisted threads horizontally and vertically.

Make it up layer by layer.
Chapter completed!