Dow and Carbon-Based Monkey Breeding Guidelines

Chapter 225

When the whole thing came to an end, Diboviral appeared in front of Yale Liga belatedly.He must have heard about the mysterious house-changing incident, and perhaps he also knew about Ji Zangyu's unimaginable request to join the group, so the obvious anger on his face almost stained his handsome and pale face red.

He walked quickly to the edge of the cell. At this time, Yale Liga and her new roommate were occupying a place, resting without disturbing each other.Wilar, who witnessed the cold atmosphere between them, took a breath, and his face softened slightly.

"Child," he said sternly, "come out."

Ji Zangyu ignored the provocation right away.It wasn't until Villar yelled at him several times that he finally raised his face and looked at the cursed iron railing between the two of them.

"Come in," he said to Villars.

The anger completely ignited Villar's pupils.Yale Liga even doubted that he would really do what Ji Zangyu said.She watched as Villar drew a dagger of gold from his belt—actually a wand used to curse those who came into contact.

Although Yareriga had doubts about his abilities, she knew very well that the blood of the true sisterhood flowed in Villar, and it was the blood of Lizafa.If it is placed on a complete heir, the power is enough to make bones and skeletons dance.And even for an insignificant descendant like Villar, it is easy to cast the curse of twisting the body.He may not be able to tear his enemies' intestines apart with a single look like Lisafa, and give birth to countless deformed offspring, but if he is stabbed by his sword staff, even elves may be cursed and deformed, becoming pus-covered ugly monster.

She sat up vigilantly from the ground, on the one hand, she wanted to organize her words to stop this dangerous conflict, on the other hand, she felt the rush of blood, eagerly hoping that Villar would take the initiative to walk into the prison.He walked in and fought the boy, maybe the boy would die because of it, but she would have the chance to slit Villar's throat.

Fortunately, Villar is not as familiar with everything about Iron Skull Rainbow as Aconitum.Even though he was filled with anger, he had to call out to Satie and ask him to open the door for him.

Satie, who heard his request, was undoubtedly happy, probably eager to see such a good show.But he said, "Ah, my lord. I don't think it's right."

Villar's face turned even redder.Sati continued as if she hadn't seen it: "The fate of this brat has not yet been decided, my lord. Before he dared to propose to his wife to join the gang, he can't just talk about it casually."

"Madame will not agree," said Villars sharply.

"It depends on Madam." Sati answered with a smile, "I'm just following orders, my lord. If you enter the cell and something happens, how can I explain to Madam?"

"You think I'm going to lose to this kid?"

"No, of course not. But you see, this brat was kept in good order by Master Manrostila a few days ago, but when I came in this afternoon, no one was in his room! Who moved him A seat? Even Madam didn't know. There are so many strange little devils, my lord, if I were you, I wouldn't go to know him."

Perhaps the name of Mrs. Withered Leaves does have weight in Villar's heart.For the first time, he listened to Satie's advice, and took back the golden branch sword staff unhappily.

"He can't stay in this cell," he demanded of Sati.

"That's quite strenuous, my lord. He burned his hand a few days ago-this brat is probably something related to the fire element, and he can bypass the restrictions in the prison. Of course, compared to It's just a small problem that he changed rooms. At most, you have to be careful when touching him. Madam told us to treat him normally these days and don't give him a chance to go out. Besides, what harm can he do here? Well, I see these two get along pretty well."

That was obviously exactly what Villar didn't want to see.His eyes moved back and forth between Ji Zangyu and Yale Liga, until he found the straight and clear midline between them, the flush on his face faded slightly.

Ji Zangyu kept staring at him.As soon as Villar's face returned to normal, he immediately took a step in the direction of the center line.

Villar's expression froze.He glared viciously at Ji Zangyu, who blew contemptuously at him, then strode across the center line and slipped unceremoniously into Yale Liga's territory.

This made Yale Liga no longer able to stay out of the matter.She turned her head slightly to watch her new roommate sit down next to her.She thought that this was considered a super standard, but then Ji Zangyu started to open the corners of her mouth with her fingers, made faces at Villar, and stuck out her tongue.

Villar almost pulled out his golden stick again, but Sati coaxed him gently and pulled him back to his senses.

"The bastard is trying to attract you," he said. "Why bother with him? What can he do with such a little guy?"

As soon as his words fell, Ji Zangyu immediately leaned back and lay down on the back.From the outside, it seemed that he was already leaning on Yale Liga's stomach, but only Yale Liga could see clearly: in fact, Ji Zangyu's body was just hanging in the air in an awkward posture, and she was even with her. Not a single hair came across.

If she moved her body a little at this time, the new roommate's little tricks would be seen through by the two outside immediately.But Villar's reaction really made Allerica feel contemptuous and ridiculous, and she couldn't figure out what this man was angry about—she was here entirely because of his order, his premeditation, and his madness.And now he was acting like a victim.

She felt sick and wanted to vomit, so she deliberately lay still to cooperate with Ji Zangyu.Villars was uncharacteristically angry about the incident.If it wasn't for Sati who took him away half-persuading and half-threatening, Yale Liga had no doubt that he would really break in to fight a duel with an unknown kid.

As soon as Villar disappeared, Ji Zangyu immediately sat up straight, avoiding Yale Liga far away, and was about to sneak back to her territory.

His self-awareness is not a bad thing for Yale Liga.She still feels very strange to this strange boy, unable to figure out his thoughts.When evangelicals encounter such a situation, they usually have two choices: either embrace for the sake of expanding knowledge, or stay away for the sake of safety.

Neither approach is suitable for her current situation.She wagged her tail twice, brushing away the dust stuck to her arms.

"What do you want?" she asked bluntly.

Ji Zangyu was startled by her voice.He cast a quick glance at Allerica—it felt as though he had just done something wrong—and turned his face away resolutely.

Yareriga wagged her tail twice more.She is used to being regarded as a monster and a bane by some people, and sometimes bloody conflicts will occur, but this young man's attitude makes her quite interesting.He obviously doesn't like himself, but he doesn't mind giving himself the food.That may be out of some kind of "repayment", but it is difficult for Yale Liga to be sure whether the other party knows that she has helped him - she doesn't expect any repayment.

She just wants to satisfy her own curiosity, and a gospel person is hard to be rejected in every sense.

"You were peeking at me just now." She said that deliberately.

"No." Ji Cangyu replied with her back turned to her.

Yale Liga got up from the ground and walked back and forth around the boundary drawn by the boy.In the past, she seldom walked around in the prison. Firstly, to save energy, secondly, the long chain always made her neck sore.She hated to hear that jingling noise.

The cacophony is now starting to bother other people.Ji Zangyu turned her head unhappily, staring at her feet intently.Whenever Yale Liga's toes and hooves stepped on the edge of the center line, he opened his mouth to speak, and then Yale Liga retracted his feet as if nothing had happened, and his warning words could not be spoken.

After repeating this trick several times, he finally realized that Yale Liga was deliberately playing with him, so he tightly pursed his lips and continued to bow his head to face the wall.Yale Liga asked again: "You just wanted to provoke Villar, why is that?"

"He is weak." Ji Zangyu said.

Allerica admitted to a certain extent that the boy was right.Villar is weak in mind and impetuous, and Villar's hands and feet are slow and fragile, but that still can't explain Ji Zangyu's thankless provocative behavior—unless he wants to take advantage of the mechanism to subdue Villar and then hold him out of trouble.

This thought flashed through Yaleriga's mind.She tentatively said, "You don't really want to join them."

Ji Zangyu didn't answer.He may be disdainful to tell Yale Liga what he thinks, or he may be worried about potential eavesdroppers.But silence itself is an answer.

Yale Liga was confused, but also felt an unknown expectation.She didn't forget how the other party appeared in her cell unexplainably, and before that happened, she had a very strange dream.

With an idea, she said to Ji Zangyu, "I know how you got here."

Ji Zangyu's shoulders shrugged, and she turned her head indistinctly.Yale Liga revealed again ambiguously: "Someone is helping you."

That can be interpreted in almost any situation.Ji Zangyu looked at her suspiciously, but Yale Liga no longer revealed her cards easily.She sat on the edge of the center line, sweeping the ground with her tail slowly.

"Tell me how you got in." She asked the boy.

Ji Zangyu frowned unwillingly: "You talk first."

That's not a taboo for Yale Liga.After a little consideration, she replied decisively: "Debovilar locked me in."

"The white-haired monster?"

Yale Liga reacted for a second: "Yes, that's Diboviral."

Ji Zangyu looked at her strangely: "Why?"

His intonation words are sometimes a bit blunt and awkward, but they are still within the range that Yale Liga can understand.Combined with the boy's demeanor, he is obviously confused by the relationship between her and Villar - even Yale Liga can't ignore the fact that Villar still presents herself as a deeply affectionate woman to this day. suitors.He was so absorbed in his drama that the audience who came in behind were bewildered.

Since this new roommate might be able to help her, Yareliga didn't mind telling him the ins and outs of it all.She kept some secrets about the Doomsday Temple and the Crimson Vera, and only briefly explained her past with Villar: how they met and fell in love, and how Villar drugged her and let the black knight take her Beat him until he can't move, and then throw him into this prison.

Ji Zangyu huddled in a corner, far away from her, but listened attentively.When Yale Liga finished speaking, he bit his lip and thought for a while.

"He betrayed you?" he asked.

"He betrayed me." Yareriga corrected.

Ji Zangyu read it after her.He seemed to understand, and then asked: "Why?"

This has involved the secrets of the Doomsday Church and the Gospel Clan, and Yale Liga is still unwilling to confide to a person of unknown origin.She said only with discretion: "He needs to fulfill an atavistic spell."

"Atavistic Curse" is another unfamiliar word to Ji Cangyu.Yale Liga had to explain the specific effect of this spell to him, explaining how it would make the caster return to the form of their ancestors through the connection of blood.Sometimes it's just a part of appearance and ability, and sometimes even the thought will be completely subverted.

Ji Zangyu quickly grasped what she meant.He looked at Yale Liga thoughtfully: "He wants to return to you."

Allerica sensed a certain truth in his affirmative words.Ji Zangyu was so convinced that it was her that Villar wanted to return to his ancestors, he didn't even ask why.That's not like the logic of an unworldly person—unless he knows what an evangelical is.

"No," she said. "Villar didn't want to use the Atavism Charm on me. The spell is dangerous, and it can easily cause accidents for the caster...but he took my role away."

Ji Zangyu tilted her head, half understanding and said: "Role?"

Yale Liga reached out to touch her abdomen, the complicated tattoo was slightly hot, burning her skin.The anger of hatred churned in her viscera and lower abdomen.

"Mother," she said.

(End of this chapter)