Chapter 23 Wear and Eat

After seeing that the saint's wound was completely healed, Jiulong cut off the grass, covered the saint's body, meditated cross-legged, and began to practice true qi. The space here was free from the full essence of energy. Jiulong ran the true qi, which was extremely smooth. In a blink of an eye, it had been running a full day.

Spiritual vision, Dantian's spiritual original tire closed its eyes tightly and pinched. It seemed to be in a state of fake sleep. Sometimes the eyelids beat, and a wave of soul came, which resonated intermittently with Jiulong's thinking.

Kowloon entered the virtual world again. In the virtual world, the light ball flew, roared freely, wandered casually, grabbed the territory for himself, and tried his best to transform the region. In the past, the virtual world was lush with lush vegetation and beautiful mountains and rivers, but at this moment, the virtual world has a power pattern. There are volcanoes that seem to erupt, icebergs like extreme cold, and The ocean is endless, and there seems to be a continuous earth.

What hangs on the edge of the sky is the bright sun, and what hides in the dark is the dark night sky!

Looking at all this, Jiulong was stunned. In the past, as long as he entered the virtual world, he was almost completely exterminated, for fear that they would do the opposite and seize control of the virtual world. However, Jiulong suddenly understood that instead of killing, it was better to let it be free and let them die! Rule by in nothing is the great rule!

Although this virtual world is still a masterless thing, it maintains a close relationship with the Kowloon Tower. As long as there is a slight movement in the virtual world, he will know it well. The more souls there are, the more stable the virtual world will be!

The sudden epiph has benefited Jiulong a lot, and the soul in the virtual world has continuously provided itself with the spiritual power needed for cultivation, which is really a good thing to kill two birds with one stone!

Brush!

Kowloon slowly opened his eyes. What he saw was still green mountains, clear water, empty mountains and new rain. The space here is day and night, and the high sun will last forever. The earth will always be so quiet and harmonious. Slowly turn around and see the saint sleeping quietly.

She forgot her worries and anger. In the faint flashed red light all over her body. Her fighting spirit was actually running on its own and slowly practicing. Jiulong looked at it in consternation and was surprised. If so, this mysterious place would be too strange!

Picking up the amethyst unicorn blade, Jiulong cut off many long grass on the grass mat and ingeniously woven grass curtains. After a while, a grass curtain was woven, and Jiulong began to weave the cover on the saint's body for himself again.

Time passed slowly. Jiulong tied the woven grass curtain around his waist and finally didn't have to run naked. Only then did Jiulong think about how to get out of here. If they stay here, they will always stop and become a native here, and can only stay on this meadow with a radius of less than three meters.

Gulu! Gollum!

Suddenly, the intriable stomach roared and vented its dissatisfaction. Jiulong gently licked the dry lips, and bursts of hunger hit his heart. Looking at the white clouds floating in the sky, the scorching sun in the sky, the mountains and green water in the distance, the fragrant grass is full, and Jiulong sighed helplessly. Is it going to starve to death here?

Originally, when you practice to the realm of Kowloon, you don't need to eat, and the magnificent energy in the body can provide the needs of the body, but this world has completely subverted the energy system of the outside world.

Jiulong looked into the distance and tried to find something edible, but to no avail. In desperation, he directly took off a blade of grass and sucked the essence of vegetation, but the essence of vegetation could only be converted into true qi, but could not fill his stomach.

Alas! Jiulong sighed and lowered his head slowly. Maybe he was really going to die here. A sense of sleepiness hit and leaned against the soft grass mat. Jiulong fell into a deep sleep again. Just after Jiulong fell asleep, the saint slowly opened her eyes.

In fact, when Jiulong healed her wound, she was awake. She just felt ashamed to see people and simply pretended to be asleep, that is, to avoid the embarrassing situation between the two, and to test how Jiulong is.

After some transformation, the saint turned the grass curtain on her body into a beautiful chest and a handsome short skirt, and matched with her beautiful delicate face and snow-white skin, which is more calm and natural, Chu Chu Chu Chu touching.

She stroked her sun-hunting bow and felt sad. Suddenly, she raised the sun-hunting bow, and a trace of fiery fighting spirit spread. As long as it hit Jiulong's head, Jiulong died quietly. From then on, she no longer had to worry about her innocent body.

But she put down the bow again, and she didn't know whether she could really do it or was afraid of loneliness here. If she really lived here alone, it would be more miserable than death!

bursts of hunger attacked her tired body. She swallowed with difficulty and hesitated at a loss. Suddenly, she remembered something, and her face was suddenly overjoyed. There was a small ring inlaid on her tender fingers. Everything on her body was completely lost, only this ring existed.

She kissed her red lips and muttered to herself, "The space ring is still there. I don't know if the food inside has disappeared!" Before she finished, her spiritual strength had entered it. The space here was pitiful, only half a square meter. She doesn't have to eat at all in the outside world, so there is very little food here.

There was not even a dress in the space ring, only a few weapons and some fragmentary accessories. This was also a girl's love for beauty. She turned her palm gently, and a piece of cake suddenly appeared. I don't know when she put this cake in it, but the space ring was well preserved. There is no sign of decay.

She chewed the cake thinly, and there was a sense of satisfaction. She never felt the feeling of having food. Unexpectedly, it was so beautiful. Before long, more than half of the large piece of the cake had gone. Until then, she stopped and slowly turned to look at Jiulong. She saw that he was still asleep, a kind of pity for the same disease and depend on each other. The feeling of life came out quietly.

Looking at the only food in her hand, she threw it beside Jiulong without hesitation. A silver bell-like voice sounded: "Don't pretend to be dead. After eating, let's find a way to get out of here!"

Jiulong Shanshan opened her eyes and looked listlessly at the beautiful girl in front of her. She muttered, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and said slowly, "You keep the food. I don't eat it or not. This is not even enough!" Before she finished speaking, her stomach began to roar again.

"Huh!" The saint had known for a long time that he was awake, but deliberately pretended to be asleep. At this time, when she saw him wake up, she not only came angry and choked, but also didn't see how she moved. A dagger was suddenly in her hand and only took Jiulong's neck, and a sharp breath suddenly hit.

Jiulong closed his eyes and did not move at all. If the saint really killed him, it would have been a hundred. Anyway, if she is not killed, she will starve to death. Instead of starving to death, it is better to starve less and directly understand the simple life!

"Hmm!" At the moment when the dagger approached Jiulong's neck, she gently loosened her arm and said coldly, "Eat quickly. Let's go after eating!"

Kowloon picked up the cake, looked at it, and said miserably, "Go? Where we go, this place is boundless, and the distant mountains and near waters are exactly the same. Wherever we go, it is not a death. It is better to enjoy the last silence of life than to run tired!"

When the saint heard this, she was speechless. An imperceptible desolation flashed in her eyes, and she sat down quietly. Jiulong watched the saint finally stop, and a trace of sympathy flashed away. In his heart, he remembered Mesomea's delicate face and didn't know whether she was okay now...?

Jiulong closed his eyes and ran slowly, resisting a wave of hunger. The saint did not make a sound. The two sat quietly and the time passed slowly. Jiulong suddenly asked, "Chrysler saint, can I ask your name?"

The saint's eyes flashed and whispered, "Elise!"

Jiulong listened, chewed the saint's name and said, "What a good name, it matches your beauty!"

"Unfortunately..., no one will eventually bury a cup of loess, but I... can't even get a cup of loess, and it's a place without a burial!"

Kowloon sighs, speechless!

buzz! Suddenly, the earth trembled, and the grass mat under them slowly contracted and turned into a jasper grass. Jiulong was shocked. He quickly stood up, dodged the jasper grass, and stood in the gap of the grass leaves. Saint Alice slowly floated up, about three inches high from the ground, for fear of being attacked by the jasper grass again.

Immediately after that, an angry whisper came from the space, which was a voice made by a woman, "Did you disturb my girl's rest?" This voice was rippling, breathtaking, and a feeling like a spring breeze, which made people couldn't help but feel a sense of affinity.