Qin Yu finally understood why Rou Rou always liked the place where he lived in the beginning to be bright and bright. Maybe she was really tired of it, the constant darkness in front of her eyes, thick like ink, dyed the world completely black.
Then there is... She should be really, very, very lonely, not just talking about it, which made Qin Yu think of her sudden gentleness one day.
The endless dark world is so vast that it seems to have no end. There is no concept of time and space, but only endless emptiness and eternal silence.
And here is Rou Rou's home. She has lived here alone for an unknown number of years. It's no wonder that when he first came to the world, even in the wilderness, the flesh and the flesh were delicious, and he shouted to plant trees and vegetables to enjoy life.
It turned out that it was indeed a great enjoyment for her.
Qin Yu lay on the soft couch made of woven branches and turned over at will. They immediately adjusted to the most comfortable posture.
Probably, it is not that the two trees are too flattering, but that they have coexisted with each other for endless years, which has long been their instinct.
From this point of view, the cooking skills of the "root people" chefs are probably only simple, because they have done it too many times, and they have reached the pinnacle little by little.
Qin Yu exhaled, and sure enough, everything in this world has a cause and effect, and everything you see has its origin.
He raised Erlang's legs, not because the posture was comfortable, but because Qin Yu needed to keep shaking his calf to avoid distraction.
Because this place is really weird, people stay in it for a long time, it is easy to feel like their heads are rusted, and sometimes they forget to turn their thoughts.
Qin Yu occasionally noticed this, and he was on guard in his heart. He always felt that he couldn't really fall into it, otherwise he would be in big trouble.
He is seriously thinking about things.
The first is his current state.
It's not that Qin Yu is selfish and only cares about himself. It's because things in this world always have a priority.
Rou Rou fell into a deep sleep. To wake her up and leave this place smoothly, Qin Yu can only rely on her efforts. If there is a problem with him, it is the real big problem, and everything will be over.
How should I put it... This place is indeed amazing. Qin Yu entered this dark world in a state of soul. But now, he didn't feel the slightest discomfort. He felt that his soul was solid, and it was no different from the physical state.
This incident is most likely related to the flesh, because Qin Yu can clearly feel that in this dark world, his soul is always in a state of constant flow of power.
But now, the state of the soul is stable like the body, which makes this kind of passage much reduced.
Simply put, Qin Yu can stay here longer in a state of soul.
Of course, even so, he will try to open this dark world as soon as possible.
For some reason, in this darkness, Qin Yu was always a little uneasy in his heart.
The second thing is to find the so-called coldest place in this dark world. In fact, the concept of "coldest" refers more to a feeling at the level of mind and soul.
The so-called yin is born from the yang, and the yang arises from the yin. Only by finding the right place can you get twice the result with half the effort and increase the probability of success to the highest.
Now, he is walking on the road of searching, and the two fleshy trees have played a big role.
The third thing, Qin Yu didn't know whether it was true or not, just after the flesh fell into a deep sleep, from a certain moment, he always felt that a gaze fell on him quietly.
Extremely indifferent, without the slightest mood swings, but it made him feel deep in his heart,
Great vigilance arose.
Concentrating on the perception of nothing, Qin Yu almost felt that this was just an illusion created by his depression in the dark.
But intuition tells him that it is not an illusion... Then he can only be more cautious.
The only good news is that the two trees that have been with the flesh for many years in the dark obviously have very rich exploration experience in this dark world.
As time passed, Qin Yu could clearly feel that the "temperature" of the dark world was decreasing. He took a deep breath and sat up straight, rubbed his hands together, and looked straight ahead.
The direction is right, then next, it is only a matter of time.
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The former station of the Shishen Department is now a ruin, and the large and small stones accumulated on the ground have all been divided into three feet by digging the ground.
Apart from the occasionally visible ruins, it is almost unimaginable that a powerful barbarian tribe once existed here.
After the death of the Totem God Stone, the whereabouts of the patriarch Shi dared to be unknown, and an internal strife broke out among the remaining elders, exhausting the last vitality of the Stone God Department.
After that, the clan members either died or fled, causing the powerful Shishen tribe to be dissipated by wind and rain in just a few years.
A few barbarians from the small barbarian tribe are constantly rummaging through the ruins of the Shishen tribe. The so-called skinny dead camel is bigger than a horse.
For example, those crushed stones that absorbed the breath of the totem stone, each of which is a good refining material. I heard that a few days ago, someone accidentally found a big piece of Xiaoer’s fist, picked it up and put it in front of him, the sun was shining There is a faint halo scattered on it, enough to surprise a small tribe.
"Let's rest for a while, I'm not lucky today, I'm afraid it will be difficult to gain anything." An older old barbarian spit out spit mixed with mud and sand, turned and sat on the stone next to him.
It is a pity that although this stone is not small, it is useless, it is a big stone that can only rest on the buttocks.
"Yeah, I think we'd better not come here in the future. The Shishen Department is so poor that there is no good thing left!" Several junior barbarians complained.
The old barbarian took out his dry smoking gun, lit Meimei, took a sip, and sneered, "That's right now, you dare to say it, if a few years ago, I borrowed your eight hundred courage, dared to mention half a word?"
A few junior barbarians shrank their necks and showed resentment on their faces. The old barbarians couldn't say what they said. The Shishen tribe was a deterrent to most of the thousands of miles, and there were hundreds of vassal tribes alone. They came from a small tribe, and they didn't even have the qualifications to carry shoes, let alone dare to talk about it. It was really boring.
"Uncle, everyone in our tribe knows that your old news has always been the most well-informed. Do you know what happened to the Shishen Department? How could such a tyrannical tribe have been completely defeated in just a few years?" A junior barbarian He opened his mouth with a smile, wiped his dirty hands, and came over to hammer the old barbarian on the shoulders.
The rest of the people also stared wide-eyed and looked curious. They have wanted to know about this for a long time, and they have asked before, but they have not received any reply.
This kind of big event, even if you only know about a scale and a half claw, is enough to go back and brag to others, and add a little bit of fuel to it, and tell me what I was like at the time, maybe I can shock some little girls and big girls who have no experience, that's cool .
The old barbarian sneered.
But his reaction caused the eyes of several junior barbarians to light up. If he didn't refuse directly, it showed that there was hope.
"Uncle, just talk about it!"
"Yeah, now the Stone God Department has been completely defeated. Even if you tell us, there will be no trouble."
"Our mouths are strict, even if you keep leaking your secrets, we won't talk too much!"
The old barbarian sneered, his face full of disdain, "Just you few, since I was a child, I knew what to do when I saw a big butt. It's a fart to tell me these words."
He took two more puffs and spit out a strong pungent smoke, "But there is one thing, what you said is not bad. The Shishen Department has completely fallen. If you talk about some things, it is not a contamination of cause and effect."
After clearing his throat and spitting out a mouthful of thick phlegm, the old barbarian raised his finger and pointed to the ruins in front of him, "Five years ago, the Shishen Department invited the barren Zhongwuhou to try to help the totem stone to advance, but who could have predicted that this It is a trap in itself, at least the four sides join forces, some want to kill, some want to drive people, and some want to live for hundreds of years."
"The one who was killed was unwilling to die, and the one who was driven out was unwilling to leave, so there was a conflict. As a result, whoever was unlucky, the Shishen Division was alive and became a man whose spine was broken by a punch, and only It is possible to lie on the bed sickly. If there is no accident, it may not necessarily cut off its vitality. After all, such an obedient dog from the Shishen Department is not easy to find in the barbarians."
The old barbarian twitched the corners of his mouth, revealing a hint of ridicule, "It was a dark and windy night, and four sneaky old maimed secretly attacked the totem stone that was about to come back to life, and after paying some price, it was brought to life. Shattered. Therefore, the Shishen Department is finished, and Shi Gan escapes and survives, but he is the grasshopper of the autumn queen, struggling with all his life, he will be able to live three or five years longer, and he is afraid that he will die."
A group of junior barbarians, their eyes lit up, they thought that the old man was indeed worthy of being a well-known person in the tribe. These words were cloudy and foggy, and the key was the same as the truth. Tsk tsk, it's not a loss or a loss. If you say it in the future, it will definitely scare a lot of people.
Looking at the faces of the boys, the old barbarians knew what they were thinking, and scolded with laughter, "Get out of the way, hurry up and look for a while, confiscated and gone!"
A group of junior barbarians laughed and left.
The old barbarian picked up the dry smoking gun, took a few more puffs, narrowed his eyes slightly, and slowly exhaled the smoke, "It's your own fault, you can't live, you can't live..."
At this moment, among the few junior barbarians who left, no one saw the stone sitting under the old barbarian's butt. Now, a painful face appeared on the surface, and there was pleading in his eyes.
The old barbarian lowered his head and looked at him with a very calm expression, "That's right, it's you who said it, hurry up and die, I'm waiting to pick up the treasure."
After waiting for a while, it was getting dark, but the stone under his butt showed no signs of cracking. The old barbarian was a little impatient. He hesitated a little, picked up the dry smoking gun and tapped on the stone with the copper pot.
click-
The stone cracked, and the face that appeared on the surface completely disappeared in despair and unwillingness.
"Ouch! Laozi's ass!"
The old barbarian jumped and cursed, then leaned down and grabbed a stone the size of a palm whose entire body was similar to a crystal, "Baby, baby!"
As soon as he shouted, he hurriedly covered his mouth and kicked a few barbarians of the younger generation who were eagerly approaching, "Look at your mother, hurry up, stay here and wait to die!"
The old barbarian jumped on the wooden cart, and several junior barbarians pushed and pulled away like a gust of wind.
The old barbarian with his arms in his arms turned his head and glanced at the ruins of the Shishen Ministry, his eyes were indifferent and emotionless.
From this moment on, the matter is completely over... Shishen Department, vanished!