Chapter 687: Greenery

Mogen did not expect that just because of the greenery, he would be moved. Even if the derivative body in front of him was chasing and fighting, it failed to break the peace and harmony that rose in the heart.
Although it is clear that this is because I haven't seen vegetation for too long, there are still many reveries-the meaning of life seems to be interpreted in this green.
For the time being-it's safe, the relieved magic root couldn't help relaxing his body.
...
On the other side, Stan was shocked by the sight before him and was speechless for a while. These little monsters running all over the ground turned out to be split from the Roshan in front of them. Although I couldn't believe it, I knew that the black cat didn't have to lie to him.
Unlike Bran, the black cat didn't understand politeness at all, and did not do any superficial articles. After examining it, he nodded reluctantly.
With nodding, the sceneries on the edge of the oasis also changed.
Where is this?
With the rise of this idea, he began to look and evaluate carefully. Needless to say, he also knows his general role.
In the black prison, he has dealt with Bran-understand that some requirements are made as soon as possible. As long as it is reasonable, it is usually satisfied.
magic!
There is at least black magic power for him to transform in the netherworld, but there is nothing here. Maybe there was, the contempt in those cat eyes made him realize that he might have made a mistake.
But he doesn't care about being despised, not to mention coming from a creature stronger than him.
Magic power, must have magic power, he can maintain this green circle. I can't let him use his remaining magic power to stick, it would be better to choke him to death, at least it will be more enjoyable.
Losing the connection with the magic sea, let him understand that magic is hard-won...
An ink-colored river rolled from a distance under the blanket of mist. The breeze brushed his face with a magical fragrance, and he immediately closed his mouth.
seed!
The more the better, not only from our world, but also...
Before he was finished, the seeds all over the sky fell like heavy rain, submerging him in a short while. When he struggled to get out, the heavy rain turned into hail...
He is okay. After all, his own strength is here. It seems to be miserable, but in fact it is not painful. However, his lover-McGrady, doesn't look like...
endure!
Stan understands how generous this kind of generosity is-rare! So you must hold back. Now is not the time to cherish the apprentice, forbearance is over.
Until, the seeds the size of a watermelon fell one after another, he couldn't hold back after all...
Pity!
At that moment, he seemed to understand the emotions of the black cat-it's a pity...
That's right, just like him-a pity.
Therefore, it will drop a few bigger ones in reluctance.
Glancing at his embarrassed lover, Stan blamed himself. But he quickly suppressed this feeling and continued to make various demands. In the reasonable requirements, occasionally a little bit of unreasonable things are mixed.
It’s a rare opportunity, and the crash just now seemed to make this big cat very happy...
It is precisely because of happiness that I said a few more words to him.
Not put together with that monster, mainly to protect them. Even if the monster has been seriously injured, they are still not opponents. Not even with this small loop.
They are actually very close to the monster, or neighbors. But don't worry, the only passage right now is the river in front of you. Although the circulation can partially penetrate the barrier and allow some vegetation to spread and grow there, both of them cannot.
McGrady may have been smashed into a silly, and even asked the question without knowing it: "Where are we? What are we?"
"If you like it, then this is an endless maze; if you don't like it, then this is a cage from which you can never escape.
If you are willing, you are the jailer who takes care of them; if you don't, just like them. "
Stan slapped McGrady, "We are your loyal servants and we are willing to guard the gate for you."
After taking a peek at it, he continued: "In order to better guard this place, please allow me the right to patrol."
There was a moment of silence in exchange for this sentence...
Stan would not have thought that during the silence, the river suddenly surging and winding through the maze.
When it started to become nervous from silence, it finally waited for a reply: "Okay—"
There was a strong wind, blowing away the dense fog covering the riverbank, and two simple wooden boats full of patchwork appeared on the riverside. They are so awkward, completely inconsistent with the name of the great wizard. But it feels very reasonable to think that they came from the hands of black cats.
"Since you want to, then this is the means of transportation I gave you to patrol the maze. Even with the guidance of the river, you will still get lost in the many tributaries. But don't worry, no matter where you are, the boat will carry you back here.
Now choose one and leave your mark on it. "
Stan noticed something wrong. If even he would get lost, how big is this place? Thinking in my heart, I couldn't help but ask.
How old?
This question made Huahua stunned...
After thinking about it for a while, it decided to borrow some of Bran’s descriptions: "It is as vast as the stars."
Speaking mercifully, sweeping Stan and McGrady, "You will never finish patrolling here.
There is no shortage of loneliness among the stars here, and I am trying to change it.
That monster is only the beginning, and you will not be the only jailers. We all have enough time to accumulate and change slowly. I believe that soon, you will see more similar monsters appear.
When you walk down the river to their cage, don't get off the boat easily, let alone approach them. I hope you can remember these advices, because I will not be responsible for your life or death.
The most powerful monster, you are not opponents at all; those weak and weak are also difficult to deal with, they have the most brutal, cruel, and cunning soul in the world, and all the rules and constraints of the world do not exist on them.
When dealing with them, you need to be vigilant at all times. Don't take it too seriously, they are a group of monsters filled with tyranny, cruelty, cunning, and other negative emotions.
This kind of monster shouldn't have appeared, they should have been washed away in the nether and turned into the purest spirit. But for some reason, these negative things could not dissipate for a long time in the process of transforming into spiritual essence, and gradually became the only remaining in the soul.
Of course we can erase it, but Nether has its own rules. At the border of life and death, we are unwilling to change many things forcibly.
Because change means confrontation, not magic, but another force that we have to deal with carefully. That power comes from all souls, so that we who are at the border of life and death have to weigh carefully.
Now, I closed them here..."