Dragon, Devouring Evolution

I was born in an ordinary family, with healthy parents, grandparents, and several aunts and uncles. It is said that when I was born, an auspicious cloud appeared in the north of the sky. It gradually moved from far to near, floated to the roof of my house, and transformed into one word: Handsome. After my father saw me, he cried hoarsely for a month and a half. He even refused to believe that I was the child who inherited his chromosomes. He rushed to my mother's bed several times with a kitchen knife and waved it, saying that he would cut me into pieces. My mother protected her with death, so I survived. Later, in order to prove her innocence, the mother took her father to the hospital for a paternity test. The doctor opened the quilt and took one look before crying. He wiped his nose and said, go back, this is not your son, and it is not anyone else's. Human beings cannot give birth to such handsome children... A little intern nurse walked by and saw me as a baby. She immediately found a box of red ink pad and printed my fingerprints. She spread out her coiled hair and murmured to me: I will keep my long hair for you. If I don't marry you in this life, my long hair will not be reduced. I will comb the ancient Buddha in my boudoir... The mother hurriedly walked out and jogged all the way. She accidentally bumped into an old lady in the obstetrics and gynecology department next door who was waiting to give birth to her baby. The old lady grabbed her mother and said kindly: My child, why are you so anxious? What can't you think about? Don't push the baby... My mother was so upset by her that she pulled back the quilt. When the old lady saw me, she immediately followed me like a lunatic. She burst into tears, squatted on the ground, shook her head and screamed: I was born 50 years ago. When I was fifteen years old, I didn't dare to go to school. It's not that I had never gone to kindergarten. I didn't dare to go to kindergarten after half a day. All the teachers and the dean of the kindergarten went crazy. My face was swollen into a watermelon from being kissed by the little girl. The aunties beat the children violently, just because they were born in the same age group as me. The military police were dispatched to calm down the violence. There are people fishing in front of my house all year round, and they never come back empty-handed. The most interesting thing is that our home is still a hundred kilometers away from the sea, but they often catch tuna in the small smelly ditch in front of the door and find turtle eggs behind the haystacks. Later, after investigation, it turned out that it was because countless women cried in front of my house all year round. The tears are rich in amino acids and proteins, which are very suitable for the survival of tuna and the laying of eggs by sea turtles. Over the years, the tears of those women gathered into a small beach. By the time I was fifteen, the beach was prosperous; by the time I was eighteen, this beach had developed very rapidly, so it was called: Hawaii. One time I was so bored that I sneaked out of the house at night. I was prepared to run away if I saw a female animal. Who knew that after I went out, there were only screams and no one chasing after me. I looked back carefully and saw that they were all fainted on the beach... Another time, the court sued me for destroying the happiness of a family. It turned out that the wife of that family filed for divorce from her husband after seeing the secretly photographed photos of me when I was six years old. After the court accepted the case, I was issued a summons. After I received the summons, I expressed my willingness to appear in court because this kind of life was unbearable. However, the summons did not come back to the court because I had my signature on it, so it was picked up by the postman on the way... The postman was later sentenced to 122 years in prison. When the TV station came to interview me, the glass that protected the camera fainted three times. The little girl in charge of the transcripts wrote Chinese into Italian and Spanish. During the broadcast, because the TV station mosaic-ed my face, I was smashed the next day. The United Nations earmarked funds to build me a shelter on the top of Mount Everest in the Himalayas. I enjoyed the tranquility, the true tranquility, the blue sky was so close to me, and God was literally within reach. I felt calm, but I was also extremely depressed. I stood at the top and shouted loudly: I'm not handsome! Suddenly, an Anhun Youmi voice came from the sky: No, you lied... God, you can't lie to me... I'm angry, extremely angry!!! Questioning God: Why did you make me so handsome!? God's requiem voice came again: What did you say? My whole body was paralyzed and I cried: Why am I so handsome... God was silent... After a while, God spoke: You are humble... At that moment, I wanted to jump off the top... Suddenly, a group of people rushed up the mountain. I'm going crazy!!! I stood on a rock, facing the cliff, hysterical: You dare to come up!!! I will jump down!! The crowd stood still, astonishing silence... The crowd began to commotion, and many people jumped off the cliff as if possessed. More and more people jumped off the cliff. In the end, only a few fainted ones were left on the mountain, and the rest all jumped off the cliff. I looked down and saw that they used their bodies to spread out a soft cushion for me to prevent me from slipping and falling... I'm alone... I am protected by the female faction, and women are proud to see me. Since the last Everest incident, scientists have discovered that human potential is so powerful, because in that Everest incident, 10% of people were terminally ill, 10% were disabled, and 10% were mentally retarded... Many cancer patients (female) have been struggling for more than ten years to see me, and they have become anti-cancer stars. Since seeing me, some disabled (female) people have given up the crutches and wheelchairs that have been with them for decades, and some have even broken the world 100-meter record several times. In desperation, World War III broke out. In order to maintain their dignity, men used atomic bombs... After the explosion, I was the only one alive in the world because I was protected in a nuclear-proof zone. When I walked out, the land was desolate, with desolation and ruins after the war everywhere... Suddenly, I discovered that there was another creature on the ground! It was a cockroach!!! The vitality of cockroaches was beyond everyone's expectation. I held the cockroach in my hands and burst into tears. The cockroach was shaking all over. I looked around and saw that there was a swarm of cockroaches under my feet! They were all female!!! And on the other coastline, all the male cockroaches were looking at them with eager eyes!!!! No one would have expected that Earth's Fourth World War would happen among cockroaches... Postscript: Thousands of years after my death, later generations of humans were born. They found my bones, restored my appearance, and buried them in the North Pole. Above my tombstone, there is a cloud floating all year round, changing here and there, with only one word: Handsome!

Great author, doesn't the protagonist have the ability to breathe fire? Isn't it said that the universal evolution points can transform the body at will? Isn't it enough to just use the universal evolution points to evolve? It feels like the protagonist is almost invincible. By the way, author, will the protagonist return to Earth? If so, will he go in the form of a divine horse? The author is great, you are the best, spoilers spoilers. Also, the author, please don't be too reluctant. Our fans will support you. I hope this comic can be longer, more beautiful, and better.

Intruder monster! Alien! Seiya people!

Why do so many people say that Jiang Qiuhui is not likeable? I feel that the author describes human nature very well. She is just a little girl. How social can she be? In addition, it can be seen from the article that she is a good person and she has not done anything harmful to the protagonist. Why do so many people call her a bitch? This is what a young student does. Her personality is not what you want. You can say that she is not likeable, but she is a good person after all. Why call her a bitch? This is very uncivilized.

I think I should be the last person left reading this book. This book has been on my bookshelf for over a year.

In fact, you can also write the protagonist as returning to the earth. But found that the earth has changed to think about zombies. It can also be written as Crisis Begins the Cultivation World. Good luck......!

Why not evolve into a Yinglong?

Please tell me

The author's writing style is still immature. Whether it is writing techniques or plot processing, there is still a lot of room for improvement. The author has a big problem with the way the protagonist communicates with other dinosaurs, which is a big failure.

By the way, if anyone has any other books like this, please tell me.