Chapter 1182： Whoever pollutes (2/2)
”Yes, Xuetuanzi may have found the conditions for enchanted plants to produce wisdom... Well, you know the trees in the base city right now, and you are ready to pay the Mingguang surname as long as you have wisdom. A flicker? I'm afraid that the six relatives won't recognize it... Also, Xue Tuanzi is in harmony with Hei Shenhai.”
Huang Dashan took a deep breath,
”So cruel? It's morally corrupt!”
The warlock nodded.
Enchanted plants are not the same as alien beasts, which are completely special cases in the era of cataclysm.
The size, self-healing ability, and lethality of those active demonized plants are terrifying to the evolutionary and alien beasts, and these things usually have a lifespan that human alien beasts and living corpses cannot match.
To put it in a very idealistic way, if Mingguang can really fool those few magic plants with a permanent body of Mingguang, you can basically say goodbye to the tide of corpses and beasts, with roots of several tens of kilometers and a canopy of several kilometers high. , So it’s just like a living city wall. Think about the pitcher plants planted on the hill of Lin Chou. On average, they are only 100 meters high in the third order. The largest animal tide in the history of the base city, crushed It’s not too easy to pass customs.
Sorcerer, triumphantly,
”I have to rest for a while, call me at breakfast tomorrow, scientific researcher, it's so tired and hard work.”
Huang Dashan doubted,
”Don't you have a home? Why are you joining in here? I told you that there is no supper for you!”
The warlock asked rhetorically,
”You have no home?”
Shan Ye looked at the sky.
emmmm, where did you say this? At some specific time, there are almost two homes, which can be equivalent to no home...One, three, five, two, forty-six, so let me give the chicken a vacation. , How tired that waist is!
Thinking of this, Shan Ye suddenly shed tears of happiness, the kind that couldn't stop.
The warlock was dumbfounded, what do you mean by saying this to the big-waisted, round-five, big-and-three-crude lords crying? ?
”It's not that you will wait,” the uncle Warlock swallowed, ”I said, what's your situation?”
Huang Dashan twitched twice, and smoothly wiped his tears and nose on the warlock’s shoulders.
”It's okay, I just thought of you a few years later-sympathy made me cry. This is called the empathy effect.”
Lifting his head, looking at the vast yellow cloud, Shan Ye's expression is very deep.
”Less is more--Master Warlock, cherish your life now, and then life will tell you what is called the two heavens of ice and fire.”
Warlock: ”???”
Lin Sorrow and Uncle Warlock were both dumbfounded.
Lin Chou slapped his mouth, suddenly realized.
”Then what, there is a pair of sirloin left, I will stew it later, who of you will eat it?”
”I, I, I, I!” Huang Dashan jumped up and down.
The warlock looked disgusted,
”Don't eat it, it smells so weird.”
Shan Ye was happy,
”Both belong to me!”
Lin Chou walked slowly into the kitchen,
”I'm telling you, this bull is so good, when I killed the bull, it shed tears-it should be delicious, stewed with leek or Cistanche?
”Leek and beef loin don't go well, that thing is good enough with lamb loin!” Huang Dashan listened with his ears sideways, ”There seems to be a big cat calling in Houshan, let's call and eat.”
The warlock shivered,
”Enough flavor? It's saucy... Lamb loin stewed with leeks...but you have to eat it...”
”There are really big cats, I'll tell you that the tiger's whip and the cow's waist are amazing!” Shan Ye slobbered, and the big axe also slipped out. ”You know what a pitiful you don't have a long waist. A man's waist is a whole You know the world, it’s nothing to suffer for the sake of your kidneys, you can eat shit!”