Chapter 18 Escape from Evil Fighting and Strange Monitoring

The little black dragon's sad howling, hitting the bottom line of the night like a boulder. He touched his waist and suddenly turned his eyes. In his eyes was a small bamboo tube. The night was slightly excited: "The dead horse can only be a living horse doctor. The bloodthirsty vine swallows flesh and blood. Will the flower widow's poison bag be useful?"

Before he could think about it, he quickly took out an arrow, pulled out the soft plug of the bamboo tube, and inserted the arrow in. After a while, he set up a bow and an arrow. Regardless of the pain caused by the injury, he aimed at the rattan with his eyes, which was an arrow. "Like a defeat, the arrow hit the bloodthirsty vine, and the speed of the rattan wave quickly slowed down.

"Useful!" Night ecstasy, as percocted, is another arrow. With three arrows in a row, the body energy is exhausted.

The bloodthirsty vine was sluggish first, and then went abnormally crazy...

The crisis in front of him is so unsolved: the magic vine was even more crazy. In the past, the vegetable rice was dying, and the elf was unconscious. He was... behind his body and was sucked to pieces. Blood flow, dizziness...

Is there really nothing you can do?

"Do I lack courage?" The dark night asked himself, "There is no shortage!"

"Do I lack wisdom?" The night asked again, "Not too short!"

"Do I lack strength? I can still move around! Do I lack tenacity? Lack of. Yes, that's what's missing." The night's eyes looking at the magic vine gradually became firm. I haven't tried yet. How can I say defeat? How can I retreat? I can still think, and I can move. A real warrior should fall on the road of charging, instead of lying here mourning. All kinds of thoughts, only for a moment.

The night struggled to pull out the three-edging thorns on the outside of the thigh and staggered towards the field...

Pictures flashed in my mind: an elf riding a giant egg, a little witch waving a wooden stick, a beautiful woman standing on the water, a shy kitten with a gray face... The air overlord holding a giant egg, a poor dragon under the stick, a mouth-watering follower... Wonderful people and things, a beautiful little sparrow mountain. There is a saying, "There is sunrise in the east and rain in the west. There is no sunshine but there is love."

"Cone with rice, can you hear me? You must hold on. I'm coming, I'm here to save you..." The night silently passed an idea to the rice. The little black dragon felt the call, and the struggle became more and more intense.

A drop of blood, the three thorns in his hand fell on the rock... The night moved his pace with difficulty, and his eyes firmly walked to the bloodthirsty vine. Even if you die, I will spray you with blood. The heart of the night is fierce.

Bloodthirsty vine "panic" a fear from biological instinct, which makes it even more crazy. The vines wrapped around the rice suddenly dispersed, and the red whips pierced the night like lightning.

"Puff", the night was hit through the chest by the rattan and fell on the way forward. The flesh and blood in the body poured uncontrollably towards the vine, and life was being stripped off bit by bit. His eyes began to be distracted, and his mind began to be confused.

"Ah..."

In the dark night at the end of the road, a shocking roar suddenly broke out.

A purple light bursts from the forehead of the night, like a beating flame, tightly surrounding the night.

The rattan is broken! Like weathering, it scatters into powder all over the sky. The purple fire kept burning along the vine, like material disappearing. In the blink of an eye, the bloodthirsty vine was burned out.

......

"Didi Didi..."

Outer space, frigate Eagle.

Suddenly, there was a beep from the wooden box in Yang's hand. He quickly opened the box, revealing a semi-circular crystal the size of a watch. The crystal is surrounded by metal speakers, which is making a prompt sound.

He raised the crystal in front of him, and his eyes seemed to be sucked in. Then his expression suddenly became excited and couldn't help saying to himself, "Ultra-conventional energy reaction, target locked. Haha, I have a clue."

"He said he had a clue," someone repeated Yang's words, but they were hundreds of millions of miles away. Three sloppy figures curled up in a civilian spaceship. One of the guys with headphones kept imitating Yang Ji's voice.

The headphones are connected with a high-power wave frequency analyzer, and the pointer on the instrument keeps shaking and receiving a sound.

"..."

"Ergouzi, it's really yours. You can even invade military ships." A man standing behind him praised.

"Shh..." Another person quickly stopped his companion from shouting and woke up in a low voice, "Don't disturb him. Superpowers have a time limit. In case of missing important content, it will be troublesome."

The era of advanced technology Superman is really terrible!

......

In the dark night in a coma, the body magically suspended. The purple diamond-shaped crystal on the forehead is enlarged at a speed that can be seen with the naked eye, gradually wrapping the whole body of the night. Then, the prism began to slowly rotate and accelerate, and the night figure wrapped in it gradually darkened.

Countless voices converge into a torrent, echoing around, not like words, like an idea.

"I will return it when you are born,

If you are away, I will follow you.

Billions of miles,

When I came back, I was born with purple awn

......”

It seemed that there was an invisible energy injection, and the wounds of the whole body of the night quickly recovered, and the stripped consciousness gradually returned to the body. You can't move or think, just like an insect sealed in amber.

The vegetable rice in the distance stared at the night, and it felt a homologous idea from the purple light. The blood red beads in the mind ran wildly. It released a strange energy and slowly injected it into the black dragon's body.

There was silence all around, and all the creatures escaped.

The purple light and shadow in the field gradually faded, and the night fell from the sky. He was a little confused: "Am I still alive? What do I feel a call? It seems that there are countless people shouting and endless expectations. Well, my wound... I'm about to die. Why is there nothing wrong with me? Is this a dream?"

Hei Yi checked his body doubtfully and was suddenly stunned.

I can't believe it! Beyond all cognition!

It took a long time for the night to wake up from sluggishness. Looking around, I saw a blood-red cocoon slowly rotating in the open space not far away. A trace of milky white airflow seems to be woven and shuttled.

"Cine rice," a trace of thought flashed in the night, and he contacted the beads in the brain of the rice with some uncertainty in his heart. "How are you?" A good idea came, and the night was relieved. It seemed that the vegetable rice went out and stepped on dog shit, which was developed. The mind gradually became lively, and the night hurried around looking for the clear moon.

Qingyue did not move in its original place, and she was still in a coma.

The tight heartstrings of the night suddenly relaxed, took a long breath, and the body was cool.

"There's still something wrong. What's the problem?" The night thought to himself and tried to walk a few steps. No problem! The mountain wind blew, and the pores of the whole body contracted, and the night was praised. It was really comfortable.

"The wind blows that JJ is cool! So cool, so cool! Huh? ...Oh...my clothes?" Someone finally realized the problem, and he ran naked again, "'exposed', 'exposed'."

The night quickly searched around. Unfortunately, he didn't even find half of the cloth. The clothes were inexplicably lost. What a ghost: "Who stole my brother's clothes? I'm neither a spider spirit nor a seven fairies. What's there to admire? Is it the legendary Back Mountain? Oh, it's terrible.

After the great sadness and joy, my heart is still in chaos, and my mind is full of out of tune words. The night covered something with both hands and ran to the vicinity of the elf. After searching for a while, I finally pulled out the cloth wrapped in the long gun. He wrapped himself up in a hurry and dressed himself as an island sumo wrestler.

Covering the name of "exposed maniac", Hei Ye quickly came forward to check the Qingyue and found that his breathing was smooth and not a big problem. He settled down. It's just that it's not suitable for moving at the time, and it must be placed first.

A pile of dead leaves were collected around in the night and carefully spread them near the rice. He took the unconscious tree spirit over and gently put it away. Then he sorted out some weapons, carried the bow and arrow behind him, and took out the long gun and assembled it. Only then did the night move away and look around.

It was very strange. There was silence all around, and only the wind was heard and the leaves were rustling.

The night was surprised, but he didn't want to think too much. He just kept circling around the blood cocoon. Before long, the blood cocoon changed. The shell is like a water flow, shrinking towards the inside, revealing a golden dragon.

"Dish, rice?" The night rubbed his eyes in disbelief, "Isn't it a black dragon? How did it become golden? What is this? It's super change. Why did the old hen turn into a duck in a blink of an eye?

"Lord, master?" A slightly immature voice sounded in the dark night's mind.

"Who?" The night was horrified.

"I'm a vegetable rice. I seem to be enlightened and understand a lot of things." The sound came again.

"Have you learned the language? It's amazing! What can I do?" The night was sure that the source of the sound was vegetable rice, and his heart was full of surprise. He quickly came to Xiao Jinlong and looked up and down. Caifan rubbed the night with his head affectionately, and the night felt an itchy waist.

This little thing has grown up!

The night was curious, and now I asked about the reason for the change. Unfortunately, the wisdom of vegetable rice is limited, and I can't say why. The night was helpless, so I had to see if this little thing had learned new skills.

When Caifan heard the command, he opened his mouth and spit out a white fireball, hitting the thick tree in the mouth of the bowl in the distance. The fireball exploded, and between three or five breaths, there was only a pile of ashes left in the trees.

The night hurriedly stopped, and he was overjoyed. At that moment, he praised the meal.

It's getting late, and there is no time to stay in the night.

He searched for several mountain vines around and tied Qingyue on his back, so he set out to find a foothold. As he walked, he ordered Caifan to explore the way: "You fly to the front and look for water. The Qingyue needs to be recuperated. If you can't do it well, you know the consequences..."

A terrible memory remained in Caifan's mind: "A violent elf, with a thick wooden stick at the mouth of the bowl, slapped a huge black dragon to death." Thinking of this, Caifan shivered and nodded his head like a chicken pecking rice.

"Master of the night," the cry of rice came from the night's mind, "Do you still want that mountain vine?"

"Bloodthirsty vine? Is this thing still there?" The night is overjoyed.