Chapter 21 Paranormal Events Hidden Tracking

Night! The bonfire lit.

The two of them made a home on the boulder. After offering sacrifices to the Five viscera Temple, they fell into a dream peacefully.

The dark night dreamed of a bare "little white sheep", with big eyes full of affection and seductive soul. He chases, chases, but he can't catch up." When the little white sheep turned around, his face suddenly turned into an extremely ugly "female night fork". His arms are elongated like noodles, and he twists his ears, and he can't avoid it...

"Something happened, something happened!" Someone was shouting that the night tried to break free from the hateful claw, but he couldn't break free. He suddenly felt a little tingling in his eyes. It turned out that the sky was already bright. Reaching out his hand to pick out the crystals from the corners of his eyes, he yawned in a daze: "Oh... I'm not Xiaobao, and Zhou Papi didn't learn to bark. What? What's wrong?

A thrilling night, suddenly clear. The little tree spirit was holding his ear, pouted his little mouth, and looked at him angrily. The night looked around and looked at the Qingyue with some doubts. He said, "Sister Qingyue, you can eat indiscriminately, and you can't talk nonsense. You and I are here, and the side dishes and rice are also taking a nap there. How big can it be? I thought it would take my eggs?"

"What kind of egg?" Qingyue couldn't understand the joke and looked at him doubtfully. Then he shouted fiercely, "You sleepy, you still have reason, don't you? I told you to sleep, but I didn't even know that my underwear was stolen.

The night bowed his head suddenly when he heard the words.

"Huh? Ah..." The night is embarrassing, "End, this is really the title of exhibitionist. Who is so immoral? Is the strange incident on the devil's side repeated again?

Qingyue beside her blushed, turned her head and snorted angrily: "Look, the stone is bare, and there is not even a seed left. Tell you to sleep, hum, tell you to sleep?" After saying that, he still refused to let go, and his twisted hand refused to relax. The night spent a lot of time, promised countless humiliating conditions, and finally got rid of the claw.

"Sister Qingyue," the night lengthened the tone and said awkwardly, "Can you help me find some dead grass and cover the key parts first?"

"Bah... hooligan" The little tree spirit spat at him and muttered away.

The bare black someone took the opportunity to change his shape, and the guy was quite hesitant: "Is it better to have an Arnold's terminator, or to be a 'thinker'? Your sister, who is so immoral that I have to skin him? What a hard life. Yesterday, I just got rid of the suspicion of hooliganism and molesm, but I couldn't protect it all night. If this is placed in the 80s of the earth, you have to squat for 10 years.

The night drooped with a bitter gourd face and called Xiao Jinlong in his heart: "Chan, come here. I think you are quite clever. What happened last night? What's wrong?

Xiao Caifan rushed to him, shook his head, and looked at the night with an innocent face: "Master, Caifan fell asleep last night. There was nothing wrong."

"I don't have your sister." The night scolded, "What a dragon-shaped rice bucket."

Even if it is seen by a dragon, the night is still unhappy. Dragon nature book **, who knows whether the vegetable rice is male or female, in case of back mountain, man and beast **, it will be even more terrible. So he quickly sent Xiao Jinlong to do something: "Chan, go around and see if there is any hidden place. Let me know when you come back if there is any abnormality. No, you don't have to come back. Just let me know.

The rice listened to the order and walked away with its wings. Black someone lived like a year, and it was not easy to wait until the Qingyue came back. The little tree picked up a bundle of thatch and a few thin vines. Without looking at it, she threw the things in her hand randomly in front of the night.

Regardless of not being able to talk to Qingyue, the night quickly started to make a grass skirt. Bah, hooligan..." Qingyue seemed to run away and spat again before leaving. Black someone endured humiliation and did not dare to answer, and accelerated the knitting of the grass skirt in his hand.

tie the slender thatch on the mountain vine and string it into a long row. Another mountain vine was tied at the other end of the thatch, and then two mountain vines were tied to the waist in the grass. "Hei someone took a long breath, picked up an unburned wooden stick from the ground, and strolled around. It's just that this thatch skirt is really limited in covering. It's really ventilated and airy, and extremely cool. The wind blows that, er, er... It's so cool, so cool.

"I heard that the ancients did not wear underwear, but this feeling is too strange. I don't know what those who traveled to the Middle Ages in Europe think? Hey, those poor women!!!"

Someone's mind is full of unclean thoughts.

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Qinglin Star, outside the Demon God Mountains.

"Mom, how did a tracking signal disappear yesterday?" Yang Jian held a tracking instrument the size of a watch and couldn't wait to smash the copycat instrument in his hand. "Thankfully, he was still an old classmate, so he fooled me with a rag."

Behind him were more than 20 strong men, who looked at each other and couldn't figure out what Yang Jing was angry about. They are just the guardians of the descendants of the exiles. Who knows what has happened to the master recently? Suddenly, he changed his character, and even Xingzhi became strange.

There are hundreds of red dots on the tracker in Yang Jing's hand, but the red dots that changed yesterday have completely disappeared. With a sigh, he waved his hand behind him, meaning to rest today and no longer move forward.

There is a swamp in front of it, and it is estimated that it will take a day or two to officially enter the mountains. Forced by certain rules of the military, he took a circuitous approach from the west to the site of the unknown super-energy explosion.

Find a bush and sit down with your back against the thin trunk. Yang Jian closed his eyes and carefully reviewed his behavior in the past few days.

People in the police station think that they have a strong sense of justice and noble ideals. But I have another plan. This [S-level invasion] is really too weird. From some clues, it is very likely to be caused by the mutation of the human body in reality.

Tracking the case is false, and the means to obtain this superpower is true. Otherwise, at his intellectual level, unless his brain is broken, how can he do thankless things? Poor those special service, they can't even distinguish this clearly. On the contrary, those hoodlums in the dark world have more poisonous eyes.

He also knew that he was tracked. In order to avoid exposing his whereabouts, he only contacted a few hardcore buddies and hid the truth.

As a special service, his anti-tracking ability is not overshadowed. Those little people thought it was self-righteous and found themselves. Who knows that it is not himself on the frigate, but a stand-in.

His real body has already turned into an indigenous person on the Qinglin Star. In fact, there are two sets of tracking devices, the one on the frigate, which has been completely destroyed this morning. At present, only the device in his hand can detect the changes of those baits.

Now there is something wrong with tracking, but it can't be rushed. Through some secret channels, he had a general understanding of the military's secret experiments. Sooner or later, the target will leave the Devil Mountain. What's more, he has plenty of time.

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Hei Ye didn't know that there were many people staring at him behind him, and he is still more entangled in the matter of wrapping guns. Dressed up as a savage of the primitive tribe, he was thinking about whether the medieval people wore underwear or not, but he found that Qingyue had come back after a walk.

"Little brother, come here." Qingyue called, "Sister, come and give you some medicine."

The night shook the grass skirt and jumped to the vicinity of the little tree spirit. He reached out and asked for a berry. While nibbling, he watched the little tree essence treat herbs, looking curious about the baby.

Qingyue washed four or five different types of herbs and gathered them together. With your hands slightly, the herbs will hang in the air. The silky green light oozed out of her hand, forming a hollow ball. After the ball was completely wrapped in the herbs, many silk threads oozed out and fixed the herbs. Then the clear moon controlled the rotation and acceleration of the sphere. Between three or five breaths, dozens of drops** were accumulated at the bottom of the ball.

Qingyue quickly waved his hand and removed the ball. The bottom droplets shot into the night like a straight arrow, and the slag naturally scattered. The medicine drops turned into a fine fog in mid-air, completely covering the lower body of the night.

"It's so cool," the night moans in the heart, cool and relieves itching!

Qingyue leaned forward, put his palms against the thighs of the night, walked up and down, and cast a spell to seep the medicine into the skin. Someone's two brothers couldn't stand the loneliness and began to make trouble.

The night prayed secretly: "Please, second uncle. Don't probe your head in the thatched skirt at the critical time! In case a little witch rushes, the wooden stick is really thick. This big stick is against the little stick, and the little one has to die!"

The night was thinking nonsense, but the herb took effect immediately. The elephant's leg is gradually swelling, but he is still struggling with the sumo wrestler.

The little tree spirit did not notice the expression of the night. After the treatment, he went to the lake to wash his hands and found a berry to nibble. The morning sun fell on the purple hair, and it was dazzling.

In the distance, the rice fluttered its wings and hung somewhere on the cliff, as if it had observed an accident. This stupid dragon has a long memory, and he doesn't care that the night is called uncle. He hurriedly reported the situation to the night: "Master, there is a cave on the cliff on my side. It seems that some animals are moving in it.

Across the Crescent Lake, the night looks far away. There is a dense vegetation on the mountain wall, and there is a small waterfall hanging outside. Unfortunately, the super-perception has not recovered and cannot find the way.

The night called the vegetable rice back first: "The vegetable rice, let's go and help my brother break a few trees."

Bring vegetables and rice to the tree forest at night, and the dragon-shaped bulldozer began to start. A burst of "bang, click" sounded, breaking seven or eight trees with thick thighs. The night has its own plan. This cliff is connected to the lake. Now my dress, if the grass skirt is soaked in water, I'm afraid it will be exposed again. There is a 'dragon-shaped bulldozer' to make a raft, which is absolutely easy to deal with.

Call Qingyue to clean up the branches and leaves together, and find some mountain vines around. In a short time, a simple raft was tied. Everyone pushed the raft into the water and moved it to the bottom of the cliff.

Looking up at night, the place where the rice was found was like a cave. There is a waterfall hanging above the mouth of the cave, which just covers the entrance. The entrance of the cave is not very big, and the dishes and rice can be passed through. The night ordered the rice to grab an old mountain vine and fly to the mouth of the cave. He was afraid of wearing the bottom of the straw skirt. When the little golden dragon stood firmly, he motioned the little tree spirit to go up first.

Although Wen Ren Qingyue is a magician, his body is quite agile. In a short time, he climbed along the mountain vine to the mouth of the cave. When it fell into the mouth of the cave, Qingyue took over the mountain vine and tied it to the irrigation near the mouth of the cave. The night brought a few homemade torches, and the last one climbed up.

Looking in from the mouth of the cave, it was dark. The night let the little tree spirit put a fireball, lit the torch, and then leaned into the cave. His feet were a little slippery, and he held a fire stick at night, signaling Xiao Jinlong to explore the way in front of him.

The cave was very cool, and it was silent at first. As everyone walked forward, there was a faint "squeak" cry, and the night guessed that there were some small beasts in it. I was a little wary and stepped up.

After entering the hole sixty or seventy meters, the ground began to dry. The cave was winding and rolling upwards, and there was no fork in the road. After going deep for two or three hundred meters, the cave became more spacious. From a distance, there is starlight in the depths.

"Oops..."

Black someone's scream and stepped on the trap!