Chapter 3318: Extra Four (1/2)

The vast sea of ​​stars, the Yuanshi clan, the era of rising.

No one knows how huge this behemoth is.

Because no one, starry alien race, or asteroid can make it completely unfold all of its tentacles, there are tens of thousands of tentacles full of folds, gullies, suckers and nerve synapses.

Its torso, which is used to swallow spar, digest psychic energy and perform four-dimensional space jumps, is more than a thousand kilometers in diameter, like a huge planet without friends.

And this kind of it, still in its infancy, is still rapidly expanding continuously.

For a long time-since the primate carbon-based intelligent life named ”Yuanshi Clan” has settled on it, these microbes have indeed regarded it as a special planet.

For a while, they also called it ”Mother Octopus”, and even used starship wreckage and smelted waste to build many altars and temples within its gullies and folds, weaving various unique dances, singing and Songs come to praise it, worship it, pray to it, and pray that it can give them hope of survival, a fertile homeland, and everything they want.

Of course, this is a long, long time ago. It’s so long that most humans-Yuanshi clan have forgotten ”Mother Octopus” and those ridiculous dances, ghostly prayers, and those humble, bleak and turbulent years. .

And it is not the original ”Mother Octopus”, but one of the few tentacles that survived the last time ”Mother Octopus” has survived, and it has slowly grown into a new generation.

But it still has the memory of the previous generation of ”octopus mothers” in a way that is incomprehensible and incomprehensible to the Yuanshi tribe, and misses those beautiful days. At that time, all Yuanshi tribes worshipped it, clustered around it, from There was brainwave communication with it in his heart, and their brainwaves were like blossoming scented and colorful bouquets. It was the most interesting thing it had seen in its long life.

Fortunately, it is different from the Yuanshi Clan’s perception of the flow of time. Those vivid memories seem to have happened yesterday. As long as it is willing, it can indulge in the memories, indulging in the colorful dreams like a whirlpool of paint. In, ten years, one hundred years, five hundred years, one thousand years will not wake up.

But not now.

Now I have to listen to Pepe's story.

Pepe is a very cute girl who loves to laugh. She is short, with curly hair, and freckles on her nose. She likes to step on its folds with her bare feet and smile like a silver bell. sound.

Although it is strange to think so-after all, as a behemoth with tentacles more than tens of thousands of kilometers in diameter, the Yuanshi clan parasites on it are like probiotics and microbes. How can a microbe be ”cute”?

However, its race rarely ”thinks”. It's weird to be a thinking-like void hunter. No matter what weird thoughts come up, it doesn't matter, right?

Peppa is here.

With its slow nerve transmission speed like a snail and its rough and dull perception, in fact, it is not very clear that the movement of the small life of the Yuanshi clan, the jumping Pepe and the microorganisms floating in the water are not much different .

But it can perceive Pepe’s brain waves. Pepe’s brain waves are budding like flower buds. It reminds it of its mother body and even the mother body of the mother body a long time ago. It has seen supernova explosions several times, so gorgeous, It is so beautiful, it is—to use the Yuanshi clan's words—to make people ”excited”.

”Sanuya, Sanuya, do you know what this is?”

Pepe leaped for joy and jumped into its thinking folds. The girl's long curled hair stretched out one by one, bursting out with regular light, gently piercing its thinking folds, and quickly completed the brainwaves. At the same time, she waved a white thing in her hand and said to it, ”This is the'dizi', a musical instrument invented long, long ago, when our ancestors were still on the earth. Do you know what a musical instrument is? I told you that musical instruments can be used to play good music, which is better than me telling stories.