The world is more like the world, plants everywhere, with the stars, spring, summer, autumn and winter, the grass withered again green, cycle, cycle!

"there are only plants, which are too monotonous!" Chu Fei sighed a little. Pangu refining tripod started again. In one of the refining words, an air of creation erupted. Only a towering ancient tree turned into an eagle!

"what? Is this the means of creation? " The LORD was shocked.

"all animals in the world, shape it!" After Chu Fei's experiment, he was very happy and urged. A huge word came down from the sky and hit the grass on the ground. It turned them into...