I woke up after 300 million years

You never know which one will come first, tomorrow or the accident.

After dealing with the family, Yan Fan walked around the living room, opened the glass door, and stood on the balcony to look out.

Under the bright sunshine, the city is running in an orderly manner. Cars are speeding on the streets. A group of office workers are waiting for the bus at the bus station. Two women who look like ladies are holding a puppy and talking and laughing in the park. The children are carrying schoolbags. Travel together.

This city is almost the same as Bacteria in the 21st century.

"Why choose this background? Why choose humans?" Yan Fan stood by the guardrail, thoughtfully, "Is it a game against me?"

He put aside his distracting thoughts. The most eye-catching thing in the city was the clock tower in the distance.

That is the tallest building, and the huge clock is turning, it is 7:23 in the morning.

Without staying too long, Yan Fan went to the bathroom to clean up the blood stains, put on a red dress and a pair of exquisite leather shoes, and left this "home" without looking back.

......

"Mrs. Chen, do you have time in the afternoon? Let's have afternoon tea together."

"Dad, I'm going to be late, can you hurry up!"

"Hey, boss, I'll be here soon. I got the contract."

On the street, all kinds of people are busy. Yan Fan, a one-year-old child, seems out of tune with this world.

The strange thing is that no one asked him why he was alone on the street, and the police at the intersection didn't care.

After walking for a long time, he was very tired. He sat on a stone pillar and panted, his feet were sore.

After resting for a while, he continued on his way, heading straight to the clock tower.

By the time he arrived at the square below the clock tower, it was already half past two in the afternoon.

Yan Fan glanced at the cute girl on the bench next to the artificial lake.

"Su Xingyue!" he shouted.

Hearing the familiar voice, Su Xingyue raised her head and met Yan Fan's brown eyes.

She took three steps and two steps at a time and trotted over. She easily lifted Yan Fan and spun him around in circles.

"A woman's sixth sense, I knew you would come to the clock tower!"

"I'm going! Sister, take it easy, I'm dizzy and want to vomit!" Yan Fan covered his mouth and called to stop.

...In the square, many children were laughing and playing.

After reminiscing about old times, the two sat side by side on the bench.

Su Xingyue is one head taller than Yan Fan, has a fleshy body, and is overall cute and cute.

"Did you kill your parents too?" Yan Fan asked directly.

Su Xingyue nodded and said with a sweet voice, "Routine operation, if you don't kill them, I will die."

"Indeed, this world is crazier than imagined." Yan Fan tugged on the collar of his red coat with his right hand, suddenly thought of something, turned sideways and stared into the girl's eyes, and asked, "Is your body not human?"

The same one-year-old child was easily picked up and spun around by the other party just now.

With short shoulder-length hair swaying in the wind, Su Xingyue said with a smile, "Have you forgotten? After I traveled through time, my soul was a human, but my body was that of a human-wolf. Although a one-year-old human-wolf is particularly weak, its strength and speed are equivalent to It’s so easy for a boy of twelve or thirteen to pick you up. When I turn three, my strength and speed will no longer be weaker than those of a normal adult male.”

After a pause, Su Xingyue looked around and lowered her voice, "I feel that this game is purely aimed at you...except for you and Mo Qingwu, the other eight of us are not human beings."

"Even when we are young, we have enough strength to protect ourselves. When we grow to about ten years old, it is even easier to kill three or five adult men. On the other hand, even if you grow up to eighteen years old, you are far from physically capable. Fight us."

"Assuming that the Immortal Lord does not participate, there are ten foreign gods corresponding to ten people. The carrier chosen by the Weird Goddess is Mo Qingwu. The carrier chosen by the Old One must be you. And in this game, the Old One will dominate. He definitely wants you to be the first to die."

Listening quietly, Yan Fan leaned back on the bench and wrote lightly:

"I've thought about this. My situation is indeed not good. God and the God of War may take the opportunity to kill me. Plus there are unknown dangers... I don't have much power to protect myself."

Su Xingyue shook her head, "It's not that there aren't many, you don't have the power to protect yourself at all."

"Don't rush to refute me. Think about it. Some rituals and magic need to be arranged in advance without the support of extraordinary power. They also need a medium. When facing the enemy, you don't have time to do it. There are also some spells to summon gods. Including some prayers and some divination, it all takes time to prepare.”

"You can only rely on, like... me."

You seem to have forgotten that the first stage of my self-created breathing method can be practiced by ordinary people. I am not incapable of self-protection. As long as I live to be five years old, I can easily kill an adult male head-on... Yan Fan smiled inwardly and did not answer the question.

The two little ones sat on the bench, swaying their legs and quietly admiring the sparkling lake.

After a long time, a childish voice broke the atmosphere.

"Lao Yan, Su Su, I knew you were here."

The Tyrant of the Abyss strode closer. He was obviously only one year old, nearly ninety centimeters tall, with red skin and mysterious magic marks on his hands and neck.

He belongs to the demon clan and is physically three points more terrifying than Su Xingyue.

The tyrant put his left hand in his pocket and held a piece of ribs in his right hand. While eating, he smiled and asked:

"Youth has no price. If you're hungry, have a bite to eat. My dad, would you like some?"

Seeing the two people moving their butts with disgust on their faces, the tyrant shrugged indifferently and explained, "They are not humans, nor wolves, nor demons, so... they can eat them."

Yan Fan still waved his hand to refuse and asked in an uncertain tone:

"Ulk, did you kill your 'parents' too?"

Yes, the real name of the Tyrant of the Abyss is Urk, and not many people know about it.

Urke sat down next to Yan Fan and said the most terrifying words in the calmest tone, "They plotted to set fire to me at night. Before they set fire, I jumped out of the window and blocked the door instead. Listen They screamed in the flames until there was no sound... I have observed that the most eye-catching building in the city is the clock tower, I guess you will be here."

"To be honest, this meat is not bad, it is very chewy. Want a bite?"

"Get out!" Yan Fan pushed away the cooked meat that was handed over to him.

Although he was hungry, he did not want to eat the flesh of these unknown creatures.

With her short hair blowing in the breeze, Su Xingyue summed it up in one sentence, "Here, if you are not a butcher, you are a lamb."

......

The sun was setting in the west, the sunset was gorgeous, and the three of them saw Quan Tianzun and God.

Yan Fan waved his hand and joked loudly, "Two old men, their parents were killed. How terrible!"

God frowned, and immediately understood, he smiled coldly, "Aren't you the same?"

"No, no, no, I'm just a child. What evil intentions can a child have? They were killed by kitchen knives while cooking and it had nothing to do with me." Yan Fan said nonsense seriously.

After a while, the mother of all things, the god of war, the son of chaos, and the god of order arrived belatedly.

After checking their eyes, they understood that the "scripts" they received should be similar.

Everyone had the same idea, killing "relatives" and guessing that the clock tower, the tallest building, would be the meeting point, which was indeed the case.

At 8 o'clock in the evening.

Mo Qingwu still didn't come.

Wuerke looked at the absent-minded Yan Fan and teased, "Your daughter is not good at all. Could it be that she has been boiled or roasted?"

The God of War looked contemptuously, "Human beings are extremely fragile. One-year-old humans are even more like ants."

The crimson moonlight illuminated the profile of Yan Fan's brown eyes as he stared at the God of War, "Don't force me to slap you in public!"