Chapter 512: : Are you really afraid that I will kill you?

Slowly put the Shenmu seeds into the body's mouth.
She didn't know what was going on, her body obviously lost vitality, but she was able to swallow the seeds consciously.
The wound in the abdomen of the body heals at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In a blink of an eye, it became smooth as before, leaving no scars.
As if she had never been injured.
Slowly bends down and looks closer to observe my face: "The body has been healed, why is my soul still in Yutian's body? It stands to reason that I have all the seeds and body together, and I should be able to return to my original body. Is it in?"
Xiao Ba was also very surprised: "It's strange, why didn't you return to your original body? Is there something wrong in the middle?"
"Isn't it? I have worked so hard to find the seed and body, and I was only the last step to succeed. You actually told me that there was an accident?!" Slowly, a little crazy.
"Don't worry, let me think about it."
As a result, Xiao Ba thought about it for several days, but still no results.
Slowly I was very anxious at first, but later I was anxious, so I was not so anxious.
Anyway, there is no rush.
The Sea of ​​Falsehood is too quiet, there is no entertainment, even if the landlord is alone.
Being bored, slowly began to think about building a small wooden house on the island.
To build a house, you must first lay the foundation.
Slowly without a or shovel, she directly became a silver dragon, digging a hole with her claws, and in a short while, she dug a hole more than two meters deep.
She found wood and stones and started laying the foundation.
Seeing that the movement she made was very loud, Stardust couldn't help asking: "What are you doing?"
"I am going to build a house."
Hearing this, Stardust became more and more surprised: "What are you building a house for?"
"Of course I sleep and live."
Stardust's expression is quite complicated: "Do you really plan to live here?"
"Ok."
"Aren't you afraid of me?"
"What are you afraid of?" Slowly picking up a piece of wood and inserting it into the soil, "Now I am a demigod. If I really want to fight, I am not afraid of you."
Stardust said: "You are not my opponent."
Slowly said: "Young man, there is still a long way to go in life. Don't be too confident in yourself. If you get slapped in the face, it won't look good."
She pointed to the stone at his feet: "Give it to me."
The stone is very big, at least a hundred jin by visual inspection.
Stardust raised his hand, a vine emerged from his sleeve, rolled up the stone, and placed it in front of him slowly.
"Thank you." Slowly pressing the stone on the soil, he stepped hard.
Stardust didn't paint much in the past two days.
He found that it was more interesting to watch slowly building a house than painting.
He had never seen anyone build a house like this.
Seeing that a small wooden house gradually emerged.
The wooden house is very fragile, and Stardust can completely destroy it with a light push.
But Stardust was a bit reluctant.
He watched as he was busy on the go, he was a little unspeakable bored, but when he was bored, he was a little unexplainable happy.
Slowly squatting on the roof, shouted at the stardust below: "Get the hay."
"Would you not come down and take it yourself?" Stardust was not used to being directed to work, but involuntarily picked up a pile of hay with both hands and climbed the stairs to the roof.
The haystack in his arms was so high that he could hardly see his head slowly.
She was a little funny, reached out her hand to take the hay and put it on the roof, and touched his hair: "What a good boy."
Stardust: "..."
He lived a long time, but most of the time, others maintained an attitude of awe and fear towards him.
Over the years, Slow was the only orc who dared to touch his head and praised him as a good boy.
He watched as he was busy spreading hay on the roof slowly, and couldn't help but ask: "Are you really afraid that I would kill you?"
Obviously, his face was as pretty as a little angel, but what he said was cruel.
Slowly get used to this.
Without raising her head, she said, "I have already died once anyway, it doesn't matter if I die again."
The word "death" was spoken lightly by her.
Stardust was a little unhappy, and his delicate nose wrinkled slightly: "Who on earth were you killed by?"
"Why? Do you still want to find that person and send him a big red flower?"
"I'm going to kill him."
Slowly, he moved his head and glanced at him, surprised: "You want to avenge me? Can't tell, you actually care about me so much."
Stardust stared at her: "You are my thing. Even if you are going to die, you can only be killed by me. No one else can touch you."
If he were to say this in an adult appearance, he might be a little scared.
But he is now a teenager with a beautiful appearance, and his facial features are a little green and immature. With his clear voice, he is not like a perverted paranoid, but more like a cute middle two teenager.
Slowly couldn't help but chuckle: "The one who killed me is dead. If you want to get revenge from him, you can only wait for the next life."
"I have no next life."
"Almost forgot, you are a little monster who is immortal." Slowly talking and laughing, while smoothing the hay.
Stardust used to hate others using the word "monster" to describe himself.
But at this time, seeing her smiling, he suddenly felt that these two words were not so hateful.
He said: "You are also a monster, you can resurrect when you die."
"Well, I'm a big monster, you're a little monster," poked him slowly, "Little monster, please raise your feet high and give way to the side."
Stardust took two steps aside.
Slowly spread hay on the place where he stood.
The roof was covered with hay. In order to prevent them from being blown away by the wind, some stones were slowly brought over to press the hay on the roof.
Well, she took the top of the slate, all of which were painted by Stardust.
Stardust was a little unhappy: "That's my painting."
"Anyway, you paint a lot. What if you lend me a few pieces?" Slowly raised his head and looked at the small wooden house in front of him, looking up and down, "Well, it's almost the same on the outside, we should get the inside."
Stardust followed her behind her like a small tail, watching her busy.
The originally empty house was soon occupied by various strange wooden furniture.
Slowly made three beds specially.
"These two are mine," slowly pointed to the smaller bed again, "that one belongs to you."
Stardust touched the bed, it was hard, and it must be uncomfortable to lie on it.
But he likes it.
He sat on the bed and didn't want to get up.
Slowly holding her body in, put it on the bed, she said to Stardust: "I want to go out."
Stardust immediately jumped to the ground, his eyes a little fierce: "Where are you going?"
"I have to get some carnivorous animal skins and seasonings. I eat potatoes every day, and my mouth is almost fading out of the taste of birds."
Stardust has no requirements for food, anyway, for him, it doesn't matter if he doesn't eat or drink.
He strained a small face: "You are not allowed to go."