Slowly stuff the Shenmu seeds into the body's mouth.
I don't know what's going on, her body obviously has no vitality, but she can still swallow the seeds consciously.
The wound on the abdomen of the body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In the blink of an eye, it became as smooth as ever, without leaving even the slightest scar.
It was as if she had never been hurt.
Slowly bent down, and looked closely at his face: "The body has already healed, why is my soul still in Yutian's body? It stands to reason that the seeds and body are all together, and I should be able to return to the original body." Are you in?"
Xiao Ba was also very surprised: "It's strange, why didn't you return to your original body? Did something go wrong?"
"Isn't it? I worked so hard to find the seed and the body, and I was short of the last step to succeed. You actually told me that there was an accident?!" Huan Huan was a little mad.
"Don't worry, let me think about it."
As a result, Xiao Ba thought about it for several days, but still had no results.
Huan Huan was in a hurry at first, but later on, she became less anxious.
Anyway, there is no rush.
The Sea of Illusion is too quiet, without any entertainment activities, even Dou Dizhu is short of someone.
Bored, he slowly began to think about building a log cabin on the island.
To build a house, lay the foundation first.
Slowly without a hoe and shovel, she turned into a silver dragon directly, digging a hole with her claws, and soon dug a hole about two meters deep.
She found wood and stone and began to lay the foundation.
Seeing that she made a lot of noise, Xingchen asked unsteadily, "What are you doing?"
"I'm going to build a house."
Hearing this, Xingchen was even more surprised: "What are you building a house for?"
"Of course it's sleeping to live."
Xingchen's expression was rather complicated: "Are you really planning to live here?"
"Ok."
"Aren't you afraid of me?"
"Why are you afraid of you?" Slowly picked up a piece of wood and stuck it into the soil, "I'm a demigod now, if I really want to fight, I'm not afraid of you."
But Xingchen said: "You are not my opponent."
He said slowly, "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 will be ugly."
She pointed to the stone at his feet: "bring it to me."
The stone is very large, at least a hundred catties by visual inspection.
Xingchen raised his hand, a vine came out from his sleeve, rolled up a stone, and put it in front of Slowly.
"Thanks." Slowly pressed the stone on the soil and stepped on it hard.
Xingchen hasn't drawn much these two days.
He found it more interesting to watch a house being slowly built than to draw a picture.
He had never seen a house built like this before.
Seeing a small wooden house gradually take shape.
The wooden house is fragile, and it only takes a little push from Stardust to completely destroy it.
But Stardust was a little bit reluctant.
He looked at Xu Huan busying himself in and out, feeling a little indescribably bored, but besides being bored, he was also a little indescribably happy.
Squatting slowly on the roof, he shouted to Stardust below: "Bring up the hay."
"Won't you come down and get it yourself?" Xingchen was not used to being instructed to work, but he couldn't help but picked up a pile of hay with both hands, and climbed up the stairs to the roof.
The hay he held in his arms was piled so high that his head could hardly be seen slowly.
She was a little funny, reached out to take the hay and put it on the roof, and stroked his hair: "What a good boy."
Stardust: "..."
He lived for a long time, but most of the time, others maintained an attitude of awe and fear towards him.
For so many years, Huan Huan was the only orc who dared to touch his head and praised him as a good boy.
He looked at Huan Huan who was busy laying hay on the roof, and couldn't help asking, "Are you really afraid that I will kill you?"
Mingming has a pretty face like a little angel, but the words he speaks are cruel.
Slowly got used to it.
Without raising her head, she said, "Anyway, I've already died once, so it doesn't matter if I die again."
She said the word "death" calmly.
Xingchen was a little unhappy, and his delicate and small nose wrinkled slightly: "Who killed you?"
"Why? Do you still want to find that man and give him a big red flower?"
"I'm going to kill him."
Slowly, his hands paused, and he looked up at him, quite surprised: "You want to avenge me? I can't see it, you actually care about me so much."
Xingchen stared at her: "You are my property, even if you want to die, you can only be killed by me, no one else can touch you."
If he said this in an adult appearance, Slowly might be a little scared.
But now he has the appearance of a teenager, with a beautiful appearance, and his facial features are still a bit green and immature. Coupled with his clear voice, he doesn't look like a perverted paranoid, but more like a cute sophomore boy.
Slowly couldn't help but chuckled: "The person who killed me is already dead. If you want to seek revenge from him, you can only wait for the next life."
"I have no next life."
"Almost forgot, you're a little monster that doesn't age or die." Huan Huan talked and laughed while smoothing the hay.
Stardust used to hate when others used the word "monster" to describe him.
But seeing her smiling at this moment, he suddenly felt that these two words were not so hateful anymore.
He said: "You are also a monster, you can be resurrected after death."
"Well, I'm a big monster, and you're a little monster." He poked him slowly, "Little monster, please raise your feet and step aside."
Stardust took two steps to the side.
Slowly spread hay where he had just stood.
Hay was laid on the roof, and in order to prevent them from being blown away by the wind, some stones were slowly brought over to press down the hay on the roof.
Well, what she took was a slate, all of which were paintings drawn by Stardust.
Stardust was a little unhappy: "That's my painting."
"Anyway, you paint a lot, so what if you lend me a few yuan?" Slowly raised his head and looked at the cabin in front of him, looking up and down, "Well, the outside looks almost the same, we should get inside."
Xingchen followed behind her like a little tail, watching her go about her business.
The originally empty room was quickly occupied by all kinds of weird wooden furniture.
Slowly and deliberately made three beds.
"These two are mine," slowly pointing to the smaller bed, "that one is yours."
Xingchen touched the bed board, it was hard, it must be very uncomfortable to lie on.
But he kind of likes it.
He sat on the bed, not wanting to get up.
Slowly carrying her body in and putting it on the bed, she said to Xingchen, "I want to go out for a while."
Xingchen immediately jumped to the ground, his eyes were a little fierce: "Where are you going?"
"I have to get some meat and animal hides and seasonings. I eat potatoes every day, and my mouth is almost fading out of the taste of birds."
Xingchen has no requirements for food, anyway, to him, it doesn't matter if he doesn't eat or drink.
With a sullen face, he said, "You are not allowed to go."