Vol 3 Chapter 2146: Caged Birds Scavengers

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Days of Gravel · Duyi hugged his legs and curled up under the roots of giant trees.
This plant has no roots and no place to absorb nutrients. Very few soapmen came.
Days of gravel love it here.
He felt as if he was this useless branch.
He is very useless. This is recognized. Always like this.
As a recycler, his work efficiency is too low. He will always be attracted by the implements with low recycling priority. In other words, he is the only one who can collect "scroll" instruments.
For normal scavengers, the most popular weapon is a blunt weapon made of pure metal. Hammers, sticks, etc. are excellent. In order to kill the enemy better, these things usually have a higher weight.
The delicate scroll-like instruments are unpleasant for everyone.
He gently stroked the book he found. He does not understand the text above. He just watched paintings.
He hasn't seen most of the things on the painting. He only knew the house. These houses, unlike the small buildings in Ge Tianzong Village, are also different from their hometowns.
He could barely recognize the trees. Relieve the followers of the Devil, the great giant tree. This is the only plant he knew.
For him, "river", "sun", "cloud", "beast" are all piles of color blocks of unknown significance.
But he still likes to watch it.
How to say, it seems that he can only feel "the truth of history" when facing these scrolls.
The hometown of Zaomin has long been destroyed. It is the relief of the Demon King that allows the soap people to enter their own world. This world is perfect and orderly, very different from the outside. There will never be evil beasts and evil spirits invading here. This is the perfect world.
Those who have been aided by the relief of the Devil King will have to give up all their weapons after entering here, no longer fight, and live together peacefully.
This is the only paradise in the world.
Many ethnic groups whose hometowns have been destroyed still have a nostalgia. This kind of nostalgia does not know whether it is branded in the blood or hidden in the culture. Although the roots have been cut off, they still want to know the past and the world outside the Demon King.
Days of Gravel knows that his behavior is very bad. This is guilty, which is very disrespectful to the devil.
Sometimes, he feels quite ungrateful. Relief is such a good strong man, if not it, Zaomin will no longer exist. How can one betray its guidance?
However, he really likes this beautiful thing.
-Simply fall.
He thought so.
It was probably hundreds of thousands of weeks ago [a few decades ago], so he said to himself.
Holy Flame · Duyi has quarreled with him many times. But he couldn't change it.
There is no way to deceive yourself.
Today he is so degraded.
He is a little hungry. But days of gravel, just curled up his body,
"Simply starve to death. If you starve to death, you don't have to drag the relief to the devil."
He thought so.
In the end, the gravel of days was finally unbearable, and went back.
He intends to take a nap here, and then go to "below" to find something to eat next big Sunday.
However, when he walked into his house, he found that there was already a soapman inside.
He shivered and shrieked inwardly, "Who are you? What are you doing in my house? Ah, I know you, you are the one who came today!"
He immediately shouted: "Don't think that the elders of Ge Tianzong Village and I are fathers and sons, and I feel that they can benefit from me. I tell you, our father and son have fallen out long ago-drop my stuff and get out immediately ! "
There is only one room in the whole house. Because this kind of room for Ge Tianzong for ordinary disciples is not high, it is much lower compared to the much larger soapmen compared to the original owner of Ge Tianzong. Moreover, the bark of the giant tree is very small, and they are not allowed to make beds. All soapmen sleep on the ground.
Only in the gravel room, there are still many scrolls and books.
This is something he carefully collected-at least a lot of painting.
Wang Qi held a roll of painting and said: "This thing is very good. I occasionally saw it, I was pleasantly surprised, so I couldn't help but break in to see it." Then, he rubbed his waist and raised one What is wrapped in dead leaves: "Pay money. But I want to see."
The aroma of the food makes days of gravel swallow. It is rare to see monks in the Tandan period fall into such a situation.
However, he was still careful: "Is this really ... for me?"
Wang Qi pretended to have his head down, only to express affirmation in common language-he could not confirm whether this alien had "nodded yes and shook his head no".
The days of gravel made me want to cry for no reason: "You ... really willing ... for this thing, just to see ... give me food?"
"Yes." Wang Qi did not look up, pretending to be addicted.
"I ... how can I receive your food?" He hurried back two steps, fearing that he had encountered Wang Qi's food: "Look at it ... you just look at it, right? This thing is your own labor In exchange ... I ... I ... "
"I like painting." Wang Qi raised his head.
Although he doesn't like most Wenqing. But Wen Qing, who has a firm will, has one or two shining points that are worthy of recognition.
Moreover, this food is really not for his own labor. He was on the edge of the compost, picked up a clean leaf, and then stolen a little from the hands of passers-by, and a little from the hands of passers-by B.
Anyway, he was strong enough.
Furthermore, as a long-lived person, unless he loses a lot of quality at one time, he does not need to supplement nutrients.
"This ..." Tianshu gravel almost cried out. He took the food and said helplessly: "I am really happy ... too happy ..."
He swallowed mashed pulp.
Wang Qi looked at the painting in silence.
After a while, Wang Qi closed his eyes, and his hands were full of light.
Days of Gravel swallowed the last bite of food and asked, "Daoist ... what are you doing-ah!"
Do not need too much explanation.
The picture scroll in Wang Qi's hand actually moved himself.
The original still picture inside started to flow.
Days of gravel dumbfounded: "You actually ... actually repair ... this?"
"I fumbled it myself, it was very laborious, and I couldn't change it for food," Wang Qi said.
For some reason, the recyclers are very partial to metal instruments. He secretly watched for a long time. Pure metal craftsmanship, regardless of grade, integrity, is naturally higher than metal craftsmanship with non-metal parts. Such non-pure metal instruments are higher than those containing some metal parts. Wang Qi even saw that the repairers did not hesitate to destroy the integrity of the magical instruments and pulled the inlaid metal from the wood-like magical instruments.
Even if the people here know how to repair this thing, I am afraid they will not feel that they are better than a metal magic weapon.
Moreover, Wang Qi did not dare to repair such things on a large scale.
The method he used was the flame of life.
This booklet itself is woven from the veins of plants. In the words of ancient cultivation, it is a natural wood spirit, and there are still vitalities after refining the magic weapon. Not only did this vitality not break, but it was repaired and fulfilled without knowing how many years of spiritual infiltration.
Wang Qi just activated this vitality with the inflammation of life, and then forced out some sweat in the palm of his hand to let this thing absorb, grow up on his own, and make up for the shortcomings.
If this method is to be seen by other high-level monks, such as those iron catchers, or fighter guards, most of them can be recognized. This is not a means inside the spacecraft. But it's enough to cheat such a simple young man.
Wang Qi didn't dare to use it too much, it was easy to reveal. Therefore, it is said that "it takes a lot of effort".
It's like being far away from the light of an event. There is some information in this booklet that is indeed irreversible damage.
However, it is a playable thing after all.
Days of Gravel enjoys these paintings all day long, but after all, he has never seen how these scrolls start perfectly.
Wang Qi can easily complete this step.
He can even read those words.
He thought for a moment, and felt that it might be too risky to say that he understood the text.
But the number of days gravel is really interesting.
For the first time, he knew that some color blocks could be a whole, some color blocks could be flowing, and some color blocks could be transformed in such an interesting way.
"I don't know what our hometown looks like ..."
He sighed.
Wang Qi grinned but said nothing.
This cannot be the hometown of the people of Zao. Judging from the skin of the soapmen, their original environment should be moist and hot.
But in this picture, it is more like a frozen earth planet.
Zaomin almost forgot his past. If it were not the Xiandao Cultivation Generation that replaced natural selection to a certain extent, and this world does not exist in advance and retreat, I am afraid that they will not even have this feature.
While he was looking at the painting, Wang Qi was also looking at the days of gravel, and he was thinking about another issue in his heart.
Would you like to send him a Polo Flame?
Mind Curse-Theravada magic, it is indeed possible to control a person.
However, in this spaceship, there is a strong man who "becomes one in the past and one in the future." Will this kind of means that may cause species extinction touch the strong man's alert in advance?
Up to now, all the mysterious strong men are searching for him. Perhaps in the possible future, he did not cause any trouble to the strong man at all.
--restraint.
Wang Qi thought so.
The gravel shivered for days. He suddenly felt that he seemed to have been pitted by this seemingly friendly Taoist friend. But soon, he classified it as an illusion.
After all, the Taoist friend gave him food and affirmed his hobby!
No bad guys who like painting!
After seeing the painting, Wang Qi stood up and said lightly, "I have seen the painting. Come back next Sunday."
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