Arad's unruly savior

Chapter 1029 The Unintentional Creator

"Look at these roots...!" Ye Lin waved and shouted.

The root vein of Herok, which had been severed by a sword before, oozes purple-black juice from the cut section, and strong steam is blowing from the high temperature.

But after he tried to bring down a small area of ​​frost, it was like a sugar cane that had been chewed dry of its sweet juice, and it shrank and dried up quickly, and the change was unexpected.

With an extremely domineering attitude, Sirok possesses almost all of Zhuyaropa's "heat", but his resistance to cold is really too fragile.

……

It was as if they had become the natives of Juyalopa, marching backwards, hungry for the energy and discarded dross of Sherlock.

Of course, you will inevitably encounter various obstacles and attacks along the way.

Sometimes the rhizomes explode from the ground, covering the sky and covering the sun like a cage, sometimes the ground collapses and the mountains crack, and meteorites fall from the sky, but most of them are special monsters born from the combination of Sherlock's breath and evil thoughts.

Xiaoyu squeezed the talisman and drew a "door", from which the phantom of the dragon galloping through it annihilated a Gusti who killed food again.

This kind of monster that devours everything with hunger and thirst may mean that Sauron who landed here has been deprived of the "hunger" attribute fragment by Sherlock.

Xilock's strength has grown stronger again!

……

Xiao Momei lay on the window of the car with falling glass, watching the scenery outside quickly receding, she murmured to herself, "Is this really Sherlock's dream?"

Despite the haste, there are some things to appreciate along the way, such as some dangerous but strange plant monsters.

But from her human perspective, there is no comparison between Zhuya Ropa and the picturesque Arad with beautiful mountains and rivers.

At least this part of the journey was disappointing.

It is still understandable for Held to miss ancient Terra, because Azera also said that it is indeed a colorful and beautiful world,

Kezhu Yaluopa is obviously dilapidated and boring, is it worth Shirok's dreaming?

The great apostle, one of the ultimate life forms in the universe, actually misses this kind of place that ordinary people can't live in, and hates it.

Should we laugh at his ignorance loudly and turn waste into treasure, or pity him for not having tasted true happiness?

……

"Boss, I don't understand. When Shilok took root here, did Zhuya Ropa have no life? I thought at first that she sucked up the entire planet, so countless lives were extinct."

"Well, no, the original Zhuya Luopa is still in a relatively primitive state. This land is dry and barren, and powerful energy volcanoes and earthquakes also erupt from time to time. The air is as hot as sulfur and pungent. It is a pure primitive planet. .”

Before the words fell, Ye Lin stepped on the brake slowly again, looking at the hundreds of meters of cliffs rising suddenly in front of him, a silver-white waterfall flying down, the waves splashed nearly a hundred meters, rumbling, the earth seemed to be Trembling slightly.

Some twisted and winding rhizomes protruded from the side of the cliff, and then took root in the ground again.

"Then, when Sherlock devoured energy, she inadvertently changed the climate and environment. She melted the heavy ice layer on the other side of the planet, and this planet had water, a blood-like river, and the birth of life. In a sense, she is the creator of Zhuya Luopa."

As it got closer and closer to the main body of Sherlock, the river in the "sewer" has become much clearer, no longer dirty and turbid, no corpses, and a little less stuffy smell.

It is already very close to its body!

Although Sherlock is an energy-swallowing, never-satisfying seed, due to various coincidences, the birth of life on this planet is due to her arrival and the influence of invisible forces.

If there is no Shirok's coming, and time continues to flow for thousands of years, although Zhuya Luopa may also be a coincidence, the ice will melt and life will be born.

But after all, it was tens of thousands of years later, so this planet, it can only be said that because of Xilock, it bloomed all its foundations in advance, so it was brilliant for a while.

……

He pressed his palm on the rough ground for a moment, and a khaki stone pillar quickly propped up from under their feet, sending them directly to the top of the cliff.

The scene above is even more strange. In the not-too-distant front, there are large swathes of rich red-pink clouds floating in the sky. They are more brilliant than the sunset glow, revealing fine golden light.

The tip of the nose smelled a wonderful fragrance, vaguely absent.

The "sewer" is not said to be clear but it is considered clean, but the water in it is not normal water, it seems to be slightly viscous because of Sherlock's energy.

Ye Lin glanced at the clouds in the distance, and joked to the two girls:
"If you fish in that river with your hands, you may have a chance to get some great apostle energy fragments, such as the petals and leaves that Sherlock has fallen off. They are definitely the best materials."

"No, it's disgusting ~ you can make it up yourself."

Xiao Momei murmured and yawned, barely opened her sleepy eyes, her body became smaller and her physical strength became weaker, and she couldn't support the long journey.

As for what the boss proposed, if the starting point was in this clean river section, she would be quite interested in touching the fish, but after seeing the corpses piled up in the downstream section of the river, she just felt a bit of evil. cold.

"Curator, I'm sleepy too."

Little Hiat rubbed her eyes, feeling as if they were stuck with glue, and could hardly open them. She unconsciously held the curator's wrist, and kept dozing off with her head lowered and lowered.

A tent was set up on the spot, and soft blankets and cotton pads were spread on the ground. Two sleeping little girls curled up in the corner, snuggling up to each other, breathing evenly and gently, and their delicate faces were glowing with the pink color unique to children.

Yuena and Xiaoyu were also yawning, squinting their eyes to take a break, because they fought all the way and almost never stopped, and their bodies were not made of iron.

However, the curator's spirit is better, because she behaved a bit weirdly in the previous battles, and she didn't help once, and she has more physical strength.

The curator was lying on his side, propping his head up with one hand, holding back a weird smile in his eyes, and looked at the two little girls who were sleeping soundly.

It's a pity that I don't have a camera on me, otherwise I would have to take a picture, make fun of it as black history, and then take it back to Ludmila's sister to see.

A pair of round and beautiful legs are randomly put together, the hem of the robe is inevitably a little open, the calf is as white as jade, the curves of the body when lying on the side are amazing, and the frown and frown are full of charming mature temperament.

Yelin sniffed his nose, one of the most primitive desires of human beings, wants to eat meat.

He carefully stepped over the resting Yuena, pinched the pair of perfect fat meat lightly, and whispered: "I, I want to pay..."

The tender body suddenly tensed up, and a question quickly flashed in the head of the "curator", what private charging items does Isadora actually have?
She had only heard of Yuena's Cleric Order, which sometimes charged a small fee when healing and saving people, and accompanying them on adventures.

Before the curator could react, he grabbed a white wrist that was as frosty as snow, and half pulled and half pulled it outside.

The new tent was built quickly, and it was a little farther away for sound insulation.

The curator, who watched the whole process with his hands on the sidelines, was consciously curious, and wanted to see what the private fee items were. Is it a soft knee pillow or a gentle massage?

Embracing the beauty of mature curves, a touch of moist cherry color is possessed.

The curator's beautiful purple eyes instantly widened in disbelief, his curly eyelashes trembled like delicate reeds in the wind, and his body was as stiff as a piece of wood.

Curiosity, something big is going to happen.

……

……

……

　River crab

　　
　
(End of this chapter)