I'm Still Too Weak with Sss Talent at the Start

Who has the most sense?

Who can ensure my personal safety?

……

It is good with what Tang Zheng guessed.

Just now, Caidu was still fighting with enthusiasm in the forum, gathering other human beings, and putting forward a post of unity and unity.

There were only a few dozen responses.

It is also mixed with a lot of regional abuse.

"Silly batch."

"idiot."

"Xiba."

"pig."

"Such a phenomenon, I am afraid that in the near future, with the birth of small tribes, it will only improve." Tang Zheng thought to himself, and then touched the chin of Xiao Ye, who was lying next to him who was 'already off work': "And every time The leader of a tribe must have the ability far beyond the rest of the tribe to suppress it."

"And once the first small tribe is established, if others want to compete with it, they must also form new small tribes... and then there is war... and then..."

Tang Zheng looked away from the window, and stopped talking to himself.

The development of history is always inevitable, not accidental.

Even throwing such a civilized human into a new environment.

They know everything about modern civilization.

But they also cannot directly form a state.

Everything has to start all over again.

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It was late at night, and Tang Zheng put out the bonfire.

Getting ready to sleep.

"Dang bang~"

Suddenly, the prelude of a string being plucked from outside the house made Tang Zheng instantly enter a state of vigilance.

In the dark night, the sound of the strings suddenly came from outside the house...

This scene is too weird.

He turned over and took out the knife under the bed and pinned it to the leg of his trousers, picked up a bronze axe, and clenched the handle of the axe.

He stayed still, waiting for the sound to come from outside the house again.

at the same time.

A soft female voice came from outside the house.

She hummed softly.

Quietly plucked the strings of the guitar in his hand.

"There is light on the strings

stained glass window

decorated gothic church

who plays a paragraph

A wandering, sad

See along the direction of the piano

Roses are attached to eighteenth-century oil paintings..."

50 Octopus King-level Monster [Third Update]

Tang Zheng clings to the window and looks out.

The moon is not very bright tonight, and the lake surface glowing with micro-wave light reflects the outline of a human figure.

Human eyes still have the ability to zoom in the dark, but not as easy as cats do.

After staring for a while in the dark, the outline standing by the lake outside my house became a little clearer.

She is a unkempt woman, and there are many holes in her floral dress.

I couldn't see her face clearly, but I could vaguely see her holding a modern guitar, playing and singing softly and slowly.

"ghost?"

This was the first thought that came to Tang Zheng's mind.

But it was quickly rejected by him.

This alien world is inherently bizarre, and humans have acquired abilities that did not originally belong to them.