Great Creator

　　 Shuzi looked back blankly, he just glanced aside inadvertently, did he see someone familiar with him on a roof?

　　 The familiar feeling is so long that he completely forgot where he had seen it before.

　　 Shuzi looked at the roof just now again.

　　 Under the sunset, the roof is already empty.

　　 Did you read it wrong? Shuzi thought with some regret, and hobbled away with his cane.

　　 His back looks like a few years old.

　　 Shuzi walked on the road, thinking back to the little flower he saw just now.

　　 There are so many people around Xiaohua, so many that make Shuzi even faintly envious.

　　 Because what those people revealed is sincere admiration.

　　 Those people who usually surround me have only hypocritical expressions.

　　 He knew that when he left, Xiao Hua looked at him from behind, but he couldn't look back.

　　 Everything can't be turned back, he admits that he has changed, time can change too many people, no one can not be changed in 40 years.

　　 He is old, so he has compromised on many things and looked away.

　　 How can a person suffer through time?

　　 That's why he thinks Xiaohua is terrible.

　　 A person who will not change his mind for 40 years...

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　　 One year later, the territories of the human race gradually became unstable, and it was possible to rebel at any time, and Shuzi was no longer able to fight the rebellion because he was unable to protect himself.

　　 Shuzi can only deter him with the divine bow in his hand to ensure the safety of his family.

　　 The excessively decayed body and spirit are no longer enough for him to continue to draw on power.

　　 Shuzi surrendered most of his power, but left a false title of patriarch.

　　 Another half year passed, Shuzi's life came to an end.

　　 He was lying on the bed, surrounded by many people.

　　 has his wife, many of his sons and daughters, his relatives, his subordinates, and a few friends who don’t know whether it is true or false.

　　 Shuzi looked at countless faces back and forth in front of him, and couldn't help but think sadly: In this, how many people really hope that he will continue to live?

　　 He fumbled, and slowly took out the divine bow from behind him.

　　 The divine bow looks the same as it used to be.

　　 As soon as the legendary weapon that laid the foundation for the entire human race was taken out, there were several inhalation sounds at the scene.

　　 Many eyes stared at the bow, or greedy, or eager, or yearning, or curious.

　　 There is no longer anyone, and when the divine bow appears, he can continue to look at the tree.

　　 Shuzi's heart smiled coldly.

　　 "Hawko, come here! Come and hold it!"

　　 Shuko reluctantly said.

　　 Although Eagle had had conflicts with his father because of his mother's affairs, now, he is overjoyed to hear that he can inherit the divine bow.

　　 You must know that the Divine Bow is more than just a weapon, it is a symbol of human authority.

　　 It can be said that whoever gets the divine bow will be the next patriarch.

　　 At this time, there was a voice beside him saying:

　　 "Father, I'm not convinced! The **** bow should be used by me!"

　　 was talking about a very tall and sturdy man. He was in his 30s, much younger than Eagle, and much stronger. He was Shuzi's fifth son.

　　Although Eagle usually looks indifferent to fame and fortune, he won't shrink back from the current artifact, and he immediately quarreled with his fifth brother.

　　 Shuzi lay on the bed panting, it hurts, every inch of his body is like a saw, torturing him over and over again.

　　 Several times, he almost passed out in pain.

　　 He knew that he was going to be dying. Today, as his consciousness had just recovered a little, he quickly called everyone over to explain his funeral.

　　 Shuzi looked at the few people dangling in front of her.

　　 is dying, and there are still people fighting in front of him.

　　 He has worked hard all his life, earning a piece of heaven and earth for the whole human race, and earning a lot of karma for his family.

　　 But what's the use!

　　 Divine bow, power, children, all these, can he be saved when he is about to die!

　　Haha, it's boring, Shuzi looked at those who were staring at the divine bow and thought.

　　 You will end up like me one day.

　　 No matter what you have fought for in your lifetime, you will not escape in the end... disease, aging, death....

　　 Shuzi thought blankly again, in fact, there should still be someone who won't be taken away by the divine bow.

　　 It's just this person... Shuzi looked out from the gap in the crowd again, and did not come today.

　　In Shuzi's long life, I have met many people from the tribe. But, really, none of them can compare with Xiaohua.

When 　　 was dying, facing her own heart, Shuzi had to admit that Xiao Hua indeed possessed a stronger heart than him.

　　 can't understand, can't accept, but Shuzi has a trace of envy for Xiao Hua.

　　 It’s great, if I can be like her...for a belief, will not waver, will not shrink, need not change, never move forward, then, it will be a very happy life....

　　 Shuko dreamed, smiling, and quietly closed his eyes.

And his sons as his bow dispute for a long time, until finally, next to someone screaming, and then they discovered that the child had died tree.

Mikiko's death, the human family into chaos.

Bow changed hands several times, eventually fell into the hands of the fourth sub-sub-tree Luan son.

Unfortunately, although the son Luan force, but little prestige, takes cunning, but no plans.

He gathered around a group of followers, but the vast human family, has been all over populations everywhere.

Mikiko old patriarch, the world is he playing down, shadow man in the name of the tree, he was in office, still quite prestigious, no one dares to rebel.

Mikiko's death, those unscrupulous people.

Three years later, one family finally completely split into four tribes.

South central, entrenched on the mountain side, it is Luan son as patriarch of the tribe, because God has a bow, habitually been called Bow tribes.

And the other a slightly larger tribes occupied from the Wild to the vast area between Surabaya River, known as the shortage of river tribes.

There are also two smaller tribes, a tribe north of the mountain is burning, a coastal boulders by tribes of the south.

Among tribes hostile to each other, eyeing each.

Terran world, has since caught up in war.

The flowers are rushing around in the war, to promote the faith of God's great ancestors.

Among the war, many lives at stake, they would be more likely to pin their hopes on illusory things.

Therefore, the ancestors of the great God who devout believer, became more numerous.

Over the past fifteen years, when 84-year-old flowers, her life has come to an end.

This is among the human family, it is already a unique longevity.

She was lying in the temple, this temple is called the central building, is dangerous countless believers against the war, brick by brick, to build up his bow at the junction point, the shortage of river rock three tribes of.

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Hall of the temple, the being stood a bed, and flowers on the bed.

He was surrounded by many shamans and believers.

Flowers became the most admired of all of them exist.

Those who looked at her with a sad look, as if about the death of their loved ones.

Lay Dying, flower child remembered the tree.

"He'll blame me? I'm just before he died, Surabaya side of the river is to assist the wounded suffer from war, and did not spare him."

"Anyway, we will soon meet, because I will go after the death of the **** fathers there."

"I hope he can forgive me take leave."

Faith in the human family, although there is no concept of the soul, but they still exist by default after death, and it will go to great ancestors God.

Fathers Great God, where is heaven, is a much better place than earth.

No war, no hunger, no pain and sorrow.

Flowers feel his life is about to fade away, but her mind was surprisingly calm.

Because she knows that he is going local ownership of their own.

There, in addition to the large ancestral god, there must be a greater presence.

Her life, what is this great presence and dedication.

This life, she flies worth it.

Flowers last, raised his skinny trembling Debu resembling a human arm toward the sky.

"God, please do not leave me!"

She exhausted all the effort all shouted these words.

Terran big witch, but they passed away.

At her side, crying grows louder, and soon rolling into one.