Dunjia Descendants

Forced IQ -50%, deleted.

Do you feel that the protagonist is an idiot in the early stage? Isn't it so contrary to common sense that you don't know anything about the body of a beautiful girl?

I think the writing is still very exciting, but I don't know why it becomes less and less every day. Hope it breaks out.

In fact, you have all forgotten. A long time ago, our ancestors had boundless power. At that time, heaven and earth collapsed, and all living beings suffered disaster. There is a person who holds up the sky with his shoulders and life. Therefore, we say that he split the chaos and stood upright. Giving people a new world. The fish in Beiming soars into the sky without knowing the end. That majestic figure left behind a legend. But when the sky falls and the earth falls, we have no wings. So a woman, with her boundless kindness, completed the sky. The flood is coming. The tribesmen died in the water one by one, and the food they had worked hard to cultivate was submerged. Creatures in distant places scrambled to escape. I want to leave this world of endless disaster. But our ancestors refused to surrender. If the mountains block the flow of the water, it will split the mountains. If the sea forgets its duty, it will fill up the sea. The unyielding will created China. But today, everyone has forgotten. There once was a place called the Three Realms. When disaster strikes, our ancestors use their boundless power to take us away. But fleeing is not our way back, so more ancestors used their blood and bodies to pave a way back. I wrote all this in "The Dream Weaver" (also known as Return to the Three Realms), which tells the story of a modern man who, after entering the ruins of Zhuangzi, was sent to the Three Realms by the butterfly that Zhuangzi dreamed of in the legend. The secrets hidden in ancient times are revealed step by step. The names that had left their blood on this return road appeared one by one. Introduction In the distant ancient times, there was once a group of people who used their blood-stained backbones to prop up the dignity of a nation and ignite the hope of inheritance. Many years later, their descendants set out again, just to find those names that shone with glory.