Vol 3 Chapter 380: No gain

Swallowing the soul of the soul, the effect is surprisingly good. After the energy is completely digested, Zi Yan finds that his actions are free.
If there is a sufficient number of souls, I believe he can solve the problem of rule rejection in a very short time and smoothly adapt to the world.
"how about it?"
Hawthorn looked at him, and there was expectation in his eyes.
Zi Yan nodded and said: "It's a lot better."
Through the dialogue between Hawthorn and Hanrui, the purple dragonfly no longer expects to get more souls, so if you want to adapt to this place, you still have to rely on yourself.
"Then rest, I will come back to you tomorrow."
Zi Yan nodded.
The mountain left and reopened the door.
The sable began to practice the ghost stalking method again, and the previously relieved pain was once again intensified.
But in order not to continue to be called an idiot, Zi Yan must stick to it.
The power of a single soul, into the body, becomes part of your body.
It's just that the power of the soul from the outside world, like the composition of countless fine needles, is densely packed, and the process of integrating itself is the process of piercing the body.
The pain is unbearable.
But still have to endure.
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On this day, a group of four people still did not gain.
"Hawthorn, if it wasn't for the last time you saved the kid, we had already hunted a soul-eating beast."
On the way, Han Rui was on the road with dissatisfied numbers. "There is nothing right to do, and nothing else is gained. What do the people in the village depend on next? You have to watch, and everyone is starved to death!"
Hawthorn is silent, I don’t know if I know it.
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The day after the purple scorpion woke up, he finally left the room, but the action was still slow, and he needed to carry a wooden stick.
A group of yellow-skinned children enthusiastically led him to the entrance to the village, every time they were here, waiting for the return of the hunting team.
Said to be a hunting team, in fact, there are only four people.
"My name is Liangbao. What is your name?"
A little boy about ten years old, looked at the purple scorpion with his head.
"Purple."
Zi Yan said, the voice is a little hoarse, which is caused by the pain of constant suffering.
"Which village did you use before?" Liang Bao asked again.
Zi Yan shook his head and did not know how to answer.
Liang Bao mistakenly thought that Zi Yan had forgotten his identity, and some surprised said: "Don't you be used as a bait by them?"
"What bait?" Zi Yan asked curiously.
"When hunting the soul-eating beast, if there is a bait, the success rate will be even greater. I heard the village chief say that in other villages, those who do not have the awakening spirit will be regarded as bait. Liang Bao said with a big eyes: "You shouldn't be used as a bait?"
But then, Liang Bao shook his head again and said: "No, look at your dress, it should come from the big tribe, it should not be used as a bait."
Hearing the bright treasure, Zi Yan’s heart is more and more grateful to the mountain, and the timing of his appearance is entirely a natural bait, but the mountain has saved himself.
In this place, this kind of character is commendable.
"Come back, come back!"
The sounds of other children were heard, and then a cheering voice was heard.
Zi Yan looked up and saw that the four men had returned empty-handed. Obviously, nothing was achieved today.
A group of children cheered and ran to the front.
The purple sigh made a sigh.
"Let everyone down, and today there is no gain, it is the idiot, which made us go bad luck and have no gain in a few days."
When he spoke, Han Rui looked forward to Zi Zi, his eyesight was extraordinary, and he saw Zi Zi standing at the door to greet him.
"Han Rui, shut up, what does this have to do with Zi Yan?"
Hawthorn dissatisfied, in the morning, she went to the purple room again, had a conversation with Ziyan, and learned his name.
"If it weren't for him, we had a harvest a few days ago, and we still have to wait until now?"
Han Rui whispered: "Now it's good. We have nothing in the past few days. In the next few days, we don't know how many people will starve."
Looking at the purple eyes, Han Rui said unceremoniously: "Let you not save him, you just don't listen, now it's alright, in our village, I don't know how many people there are, because he is starving to death!"
At this time, the pedestrian was already near the entrance to the village. Han Rui looked at the purple scorpion and snorted. He said another idiot, and then he turned and entered the village.
Hawthorn walked to the side of Zi Yan, and said with embarrassment: "You don't mind, Han Rui is such a person, in fact, he did not mean what you mean."
Zi Yan nodded, and he was under the fence. He did not seem to be qualified to express his opinion.
A group of children, including the four people into the village, for them, regardless of whether these people have gained, as long as they can come back alive every day, it should be the greatest comfort.
Zi Yan stayed there alone, looking at the darkness of the darkness, looking at the end of the field of vision, the jungle of dark behemoths, he secretly said: "Where is this?"
In his heart, he felt a sense of powerlessness.
"Cough!"
There is a soft cough, and it sounds from behind.
Ziyan took back his thoughts and immediately turned his head and saw an old man with a cane standing in the back.
Zi Yan rushed to the old man for a ceremony.
The old man walked to the side of the purple scorpion, the light flashed in his hand, and a life-threatening fruit appeared, handed to the purple sable.
Zi Yan looked at the old man, and the other side was back, and his face was full of wrinkles, as if there were not many times.
He shook his head and did not accept it.
Despite deep knowledge, this life is a good thing.

How about the taste?

The old man said again ~EbookFREE.me~ the sound is more hoarse and weak.
Zi Yan shook his head again. He had been in the village for several days and he was very clear about the value of the soul.
It can be said that this is something that can really save lives.
Everyone's life!
The old man did not force him. He took the soul of the soul and walked to the side of Zi Yan. He said: "In this place, there is no life, no one can survive."
Zi Yan listened quietly, without interrupting.
The old man continued: "The soul of the soul is the only thing that sustains the life. If you want to survive, you need to keep getting the soul."
Zi Yan asked: "How to get the soul of the soul?"
The old man said: "Catch a soul-eating beast and go to those tribes who have the spirit of the gods to exchange the corresponding souls."
"The soul is grinding, what is that?" Zi Yan asked again.
The old man smiled slightly, but bitterly and mysteriously said: "A very precious thing, precious to our Kata village, can't be obtained anyway."
The purple cicada is silent.
The old man glanced at Zi Yan, took a cane and walked toward the distance. "Young people, if you need a soul, you can come to me."
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