Dow and Carbon-Based Monkey Breeding Guidelines

Chapter 224

After breakfast, Ji Zangyu walked around the cell.There was nothing superfluous in the prison, so he could only crush the few wild fruit branches that appeared out of thin air, and use its juice to draw a line in the middle of the cell.

Allerica couldn't understand what he was doing at first, until the neutral, vertical and horizontal median line was drawn.She looked at herself on the left, then at Ji Zangyu who was sleeping on the right, and finally realized—this is called "private space".However, what puzzled her was that Ji Zangyu allocated all the necessary living facilities (mainly an arm-thick sewage pipe leading to the outside of the cell, and ceiling water holes that flow out a small amount of clean water every half a month) to Yale Liga.She couldn't help but wonder if the other person had to cross this line once a day to solve his physical problems.

It was already afternoon when the jailers found out that someone had changed rooms.At that time, Sati was leading a heavy iron chain through the aisle, and at the end of the iron chain was tied three monks in cassocks with bewildered expressions.

Whistling merrily, he locked the monk in a deep cell, and walked back the way he had come, passing Yale Liga's cell twice on the way.Yale Liga watched him walk away from her cell. He had already advanced several steps, but suddenly his figure stopped, and then he walked back backwards.

"Hey, beauty." He stared at Yale Liga and said, "I don't remember giving you a double room."

Yale Liga was lying on the left side of the cell, lazily looking up at him.At this moment, she has eaten several wild fruits, and she has saved a little bit of strength, but she is not willing to waste it on Sati.

Sati waited for a while, then turned her gaze boredly to Ji Zangyu on the right.The latter was leaning against the wall and sleeping soundly.

"Hey, brat." He knocked on the cell door and made a loud bang, "Who changed the room for you?"

Still no one pays attention to him.Sati wandered around outside for a few times, but in the end she still didn't dare to open the cell door, risking the two of them to deal with her alone.He kicked and ran away, and came back half a day later with a large group of people.

The one walking in the front was Aconitum, with a darker complexion than usual.The old witch doctor just appeared at the prison, Ji Zangyu jumped up.He puffed up his cheeks, and more than a dozen fruit cores shot out like a cannonball, all hitting the Aconitum's face.

The Aconitum roared angrily, and opened its mouth to read scriptures.As soon as he uttered the first syllable, a fruit pit hit his throat.He played accurately and quickly, obviously planning for a long time.

He coughed violently.Unfortunately, it was not his own fans standing by, but a smiling Sati.The half-goat kept asking about his condition in an extremely concerned tone, slapped the old witch doctor's back with his left hand, and stopped in front of his followers with the other hand, not allowing anyone to destroy his respect for Manrosti. Pull adults to implement rescue.

Aconitum was so coughing that he could not speak.For all his forbidden knowledge and the heart of a devil, his flesh is indeed frail.It is a pity that his rich life experience still helped him avoid suffocation and fainting at the end, and successfully spit out the core.

"You ignorant Pot Pourer," he snapped in rage, "You little mongrel bastard hatched from the rot pit tomb, the wretched bastard of whore and Shinu—"

Ji Zangyu stood up from the ground and walked towards the prison door, with an unnatural radiance blooming from her body.That was a situation that should never have appeared in the "Iron Skull Rainbow", and everyone outside the prison was visibly shocked.Most of the jailers backed away like the awls, while the entourage stepped forward loyally to protect them—they were all shrouded in heavy armor, their eyes were stiff and dull, and their minds seemed not very flexible.Yale Liga speculates that they, like the black knight around Villar, are the products of some kind of plastic surgery.

She lowered her head slightly, pretending not to care about what happened just now, thinking about what the Aconitum said in her heart.She was not at all surprised by the old man's rich and dirty vocabulary, but she noticed that some of them were quite unusual: "rot pit" is a facility commonly used by necromancers, and "pot pouring ghost" does not belong to her. The common name for any living thing.Just like "Manrostila", a surname that is rarely pronounced and is deliberately placed at the beginning of the name, the term "Pot Pot Ghost" also has a long history in Kebe City, and is used to describe those bankrupts who have lost their personal freedom. By.Although the term has become widespread with the rise of Kebe, it should not be on the lips of a member of the School of Silence.

Yale Liga kept this matter in mind and continued to peek at the development of the situation.Ji Zangyu walked to the prison amidst the heavy security, and stretched out his hand to the gap in the cage.

He just poked his fingertips out of the gap, and countless iron needles grew out of the railings on both sides.At least twenty mantra needles pierced his fingers, infusing a dissolving toxin into the flesh.That is the treatment that anyone who tries to step out of the cell will be treated. Yale Liga has seen a short elf poking his head out of the iron bars in extreme despair, trying to squeeze out with his child-like body .Its ending needless to say, Aconitum recovered the part under the neck of the corpse afterwards.

Ji Zangyu's body swayed, but finally held on.Black blood flowed out along the cursed iron needle and fell to the ground.He pulled his finger back slightly and the needles began to loosen, allowing his hand to return to the cell.

That made everyone outside the cell breathe a sigh of relief.Although no one knew how he got into Yareriga's cell, at least he couldn't get out easily.His resistance to toxins was trivial in comparison.

Ji Zangyu put his hands into his sleeves and stared straight at the aconitum.He said in an affirmative tone: "You are the descendants of Tiandara."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Aconitum reprimanded a little bored, "Shut up, you annoying little freak."

He raised his beak stick.When he began to chant the mantra, Yale Liga saw a slender white rope floating from the back of Ji Zangyu's neck.

"Anger doesn't help, Delevingne. You shouldn't be wasting material."

A woman's voice sounded in the corridor.The voice sounded dry and cold, but strangely attractive.Yale Liga smelled a bitter and rotten smell from the flowing air, which reminded her of those dark dense forests that had been deposited for hundreds of years.

Aconitum stopped moving.He put the bird's beak stick back in place, his eyes glowed with vigilance.The humiliated anger disappeared from his face in an instant.

"Ma'am," he said, as calm and angry as usual, "what brings you here?"

A near-black dark green appeared on the edge of the cell.Yale Liga tensed her nerves unconsciously, secretly staring at the curvaceous figure.

She knew that it must be "Mrs. Dead Leaf", but what she saw was beyond her expectation: countless dead black leaves covered the surface of her body, covering her chest and lower body.Her bare belly and arms were all emerald green, veined with leaf veins.Below her knees was a long, thick root that snaked like a snake's tail.

It wasn't a dryad, it wasn't a forest spirit, it wasn't any kind of elf.The human-like and inhuman image made Yala Ligamosai suddenly realize: "Madame Withered Leaf" probably does not belong to any conventional race in the traditional sense, but an advanced civilization that uses the fluorescent substance calcium reaction to convert neural electrical signals—by the Alliance Officially certified as the "Duo Ling" of the legal intelligent race.

Mrs. Withered Leaf swam to the edge of the cage.Her face is a small white dragon orchid with a pattern resembling a human face, without real eyes, but the hair composed of transparent filaments floats freely in the air, reflecting different colors.Yareriga speculates that it is some kind of photoreceptor that replaces the function of vision.

As soon as she arrived at the prison door, the photosensitive plant filaments all turned towards Ji Zangyu immediately.This seemed to confuse her for a moment, and then she lowered her face of flowers to the displeased Awlhead.

"Good afternoon, Delevingne." She said, the voice came from her belly, "I'm here to take my eyes."

She swam to the depths of the cell, where Sati had just locked up the monks.A few short screams came from there, Yale Liga saw Ji Zangyu's sleeve shake violently.

Mrs. Withered Leaf swam back quickly.Six bloody eyeballs hung from her vine-clad beard.All the jailers bowed their heads and backed away, only Satie went up to her with a smile, and graciously wiped the blood stained on the tree roots for her.

"Hey, ma'am, you came just in time." He said tiredly, "We just got a little devil who likes to hang out here."

Mrs. Withered Leaf seems to really not know the ins and outs of the matter.She listened to Satie's explanation of the mysterious house-changing incident, and Xiao Longlan's face shrank slightly, as if she was curious.

She turned to Ji Cangyu in the prison: "Did you do this, child?"

"No." Ji Zangyu said.

"So you know what's going on?"

"do not know."

Ji Zangyu answered decisively, but no one was sure if he was lying.Madam Withered Leaf thought quietly.

The Aconitum next to him had a bad expression on his face. Just as he was about to say something, Ji Zangyu knocked on the cell door with his finger.This time he tapped on the inside of the railing, making sure no defenses were triggered.

"Are you in charge here?" He asked Mrs. Withered Leaf.

"You can say that."

"Purpose? To revive Tiandara?"

Yale Liga noticed that this was the second time the boy mentioned the word "Tiandara".And Mrs. Withered Leaf looks as clueless as Aconitum.She tilted her head slightly, and the petals spread around.

"We don't want to resurrect anyone, child," she said softly. "The dead shall die forever and never return."

"Then what do you intend to do?"

Madam Withered Leaf raised her face and looked out the window.

"Paradise." She paused, "or homeland."

This answer sounded unattractive to Yale Liga, but Ji Zangyu lowered her head silently.He considered for a moment, then knocked on the cell door again.

"Let me out," he demanded.

Madame Withered Leaf's hair is curling, dancing like algae in deep water.She asked a little incomprehensibly, "Why?"

"I want to join the gang." Ji Cangyu said.

　I've heard about the new contract.Please rest assured that this book is an old contract.The book will end normally.I will finish it well.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)