"Zihang, do you think the world will really be destroyed?" Pompeo suddenly asked, and then said to himself, "It doesn't matter to me whether the world is destroyed or not. Anyway, the meaning of life for people like me is

I have been chasing girls all over the world, but when I think about the fact that I still have a son, I feel that the world has to be destroyed slowly, at least until my son dies."

Chu Zihang was stunned and asked in a low voice: "What if Caesar has an heir?"

Pompeii scratched his head: "This is the responsibility of the father, not the grandfather. If Caesar gives birth to a little Caesar in the future, then how to protect the world with a little Caesar is a question that Caesar needs to think about.

"

Chu Zihang was speechless.

Pompeo suddenly said: "Do you think Lu Mingfei will be on our side?"

Chu Zihang suddenly turned around, and Pompeo looked at him calmly, as if he was asking an ordinary question.

"I believe him." Chu Zihang said softly.

"Very good, as long as you are willing to believe in him, how can he live up to your expectations?" Pompeo nodded, he seemed to know something inside.

This sentence made Chu Zihang startled.

He thought of Mars from this. If his junior brother will not let down those who believe in him, then... what about those dragons who still surrender to him?

Xia Mi once said that the four great monarchs are actually not qualified monarchs. They are far from real monarchs. This does not refer to strength, but to the mind and structure, as well as the responsibilities on their shoulders.

Chu Zihang asked Xia Mi a question at that time: Has there ever been a true monarch in the history of the Dragon Clan?

Xia Mi was silent for a long time and told him that all the beautiful qualities that the dragon clan admired actually originated from one person.

In those ancient times, they respected him as their father-god and their majesty.

Chu Zihang suddenly realized that he seemed to understand one of the problems that his junior brother was facing at the moment.

But even with this problem, they couldn't help him, there was no way to start.

…

…

At the end of October, we have entered the end of the Great Wildebeest Migration.

After a long journey of more than 3,000 kilometers, the wildebeest herd officially entered the ideal pasture and gained the right to survive, at the cost of a 40% survival rate.

The tour guide wearing a straw hat loudly introduced the origin of the Great Wildebeest Migration to the tourists. The tourists listened attentively, and their eyes gradually softened as the wildebeests ran in front of them. They were fascinated by the cruelty of nature and the herd of wildebeests.

Conquered by his unyielding spirit.

Except for the boy sitting at the very back of the tour bus.

He sat alone at the back of the car, looking through the glass window at the fearless wildebeest herd in the distance.

"The reproduction rate of this creature is astonishing. Even if this suicidal migration only has a survival rate of less than 40%, as long as the next spring comes, there will be tens of thousands of wildebeests on the fertile grassland.

.It can also be regarded as a kind of macro-control of the number of species, right?"

Ms. World sat next to Lu Mingze and asked,

"You don't want to save the world, and you come here with a tour group just to see the wildebeest?"
Chapter completed!