Dow and Carbon-Based Monkey Breeding Guidelines

Chapter 649 The Origin Story of the Lamp Nymph
Allerica ran to Poddy.

As she ran past, something peculiar was happening.It was a change that couldn't be described in words, but she could feel it evolving.Space expands beneath her feet, then shrinks again.For a moment she felt as if she had run thousands of steps, but then she realized she had just blinked.Perception and senses were ambiguously confused at an angle she could not perceive.If she could still look at this matter objectively, she would think of the description in some books and periodicals about the wish machine modifying the regional fine constants and the victim's senses.

What is podie?It's stone and dirt.is the accumulation of compounds.It was the target lying in front.is anything that can be defined arbitrarily.Concepts are passing.Do not.Boddy is a dying man.He needs help.

The light and shadow are tilted and reversed, like a thin and wide veil fluttering in the wind, and the people wrapped in it are as light and small as the end of a thread.This is a dangerous sign, and they will be blown to unknown places along with this dancing gauze at any time.Of course Yale Liga knew, but anyway, she couldn't do anything for the time being, so she still tried to check on Bodi's condition.She was lucky in that, and despite the space stretching like shapeshifting sugar for a brief moment, she ended up running to Podie.

His eyes were on hers, but it was hard to tell if he could still see her clearly.Yareriga knelt down beside him, examining where his arm had disappeared.Very strange, because there was actually no blood there, and no cuts.It was just a smooth, unbroken black, as if Poddy's skin had always been dark in that spot and had never grown an arm.

She touched it carefully with the tips of her nails.Boddy snorted, and it sounded like scraping debris from a plank with a thin wire.His face was so terribly pale that outsiders would think that he had applied a thick layer of white paste on his face.Yareriga pressed her palm on his cold shoulder, feeling a little helpless.

She knew that his most serious injury must not be on his arm, but other parts of him seemed to be intact, and he didn't even need to stop the bleeding.What he was deprived of was what the common saying called "life force," but the loss of life force was not an exact disease, it could only indicate that there was something wrong with the whole.Allerica thought again of Lombard for that brief moment.Lombard frowned at the word "vitality," his rich, soft dark brown fur piled in horizontal folds over his eyes, the furrows of all the failures and guilt he'd dug in his career.When the patient could only describe it as "loss of vitality", he said in a low voice, that is the worst situation, which means that you can't find the lesion at all, and such examples are not common in natural hazards.Either it's a very small, well-designed weapon, or it's something from the Covenant category.And that is the hardest thing for you to solve with knowledge and experience.It refuses to give you a systematic idea, especially the ancient law.

Boddy's face twitched slightly, the range was so small that Yareriga almost thought she had misread it.But then a ray of air floated out from under that white pulp-like face.Boddy was still smiling wryly.

"It seems," he said, half-heartedly, "that I'm finished."

"Don't jump to conclusions too soon."

"Hmph...you're fine."

That might sound like blame.At least Yale Liga wanted it to sound like a reproach.However, from that bit of breath, she actually couldn't hear any emotion.It was a miracle she could hear what Boddy was saying.It was so quiet around them that the doom seemed to have forgotten sound.

At that moment, Yale Liga didn't feel too sad, but was still thinking about countermeasures.A more moral effort.She knew that if it was Lombard who fell down, maybe she would not be as calm as she is now.At the same time she was puzzled.She wanted to ask him why he did that because she didn't misunderstand their relationship.No matter what Poddy said, he wasn't interested in her that much.He would not be Lombard, and certainly not Debovillar.She can clearly distinguish between these types of people.But she didn't want to ask directly, she just said: "I didn't expect this when I gave you the bag."

Boddy stared at her a little bewilderedly.So Yale Liga knew that he didn't notice what happened next.He didn't understand why the god of death came to him.The unrecognizable metal chain was at her knee now, but she didn't touch it.She pressed Podie's shoulder a little harder again.

"You don't have to mop the deck," she said.

Poddy understood the sentence.He twitched his lips as if about to say a few playful tributes.But when Allerica bent down, she heard a completely irrelevant sentence.He stared at her and said, "She was the first person to see me when I was first conscious. From her I knew how everything was going."

It didn't take Yaleliga a second to understand the meaning of this sentence.She felt that the remaining warmth was slowly draining from the bottom of her palm.She wasn't going to argue with him any more, or have to come to any conclusions.If Lombard were to describe her, she thought, she would be nothing like Debovillar.Lombard thinks that she is patient with young children and good at teaching and enlightening, while Villar thinks that her longing for Paradise makes her dreamlike. They may both be right, but at the same time what they see is also Own.When they loved her, they saw something in themselves.

She leaned into Boddy's ear and asked softly, "Have you always liked people who command others? Does that make you feel like you belong?"

Poddy's eyelids quivered.She felt the sweep on her cheek.She pictured him smiling that rascally grin and saying to her in the same tone he used to gesticulate under the surveillance camera: "This is too much. Honestly, I just like women who come up with crazy ideas. Pretty women are like that, I am used to it."

"I still have a lot of ideas that you can't imagine."

"Save them for the next guy...if another scumbag gets on your boat, don't let him wipe the deck naked?"

"Then let's see which of you performs better. The one who wins can be the supervisor."

This time she was sure that Poddy was smiling.The breath blew on her cheeks, reminding her of the dusk on the top of the mountain, like a winding pale golden river with a breeze blowing out from the gaps in the grass.Blow past the eyes of Villars looking at her, and the dreams of Paradise.An unimportant thought that crossed her mind was: Had Poddy ever looked the same way into those pink eyes?

The breeze stopped.Both the breath and the river are lost in the night.Yale Liga called Poddy again, but got no response.She is not a doctor.Too late.powerless.Lombard's voice comforted her generously and heavily in her heart.You've exhausted everything, ya, there's nothing you can do here.Let him go and take care of yourself.

Then another voice spoke.That voice was more shrill and excited, a bit like Villar, but at the same time very cold and calm, the tone was like that of Thorn.It follows Lombard's reassurance, clear and loud—isn't there one more thing to do here?said the voice.There is a ready-made method here.

Allerica still had her hand on Poddy's shoulder.It was no longer for Bodie's comfort, but more like her own courage.She turned her head to look around.She saw icy clouds whirling and spewing purple currents; iron mountains falling upside down, and then scattered like snowflakes in the middle; Whole pieces or fabrics, but then appear so gigantic, like a ship passing by her.These scenes have no distinction between near and far, occupying both the distance and the near.But she herself was unharmed.While thinking about this matter, she was looking for Qiaoqiao Tianyi or Ji Xun who had disappeared.

But she wasn't asking any of them to help.What can help her now is not an expert in any field, but that machine.Whatever the force was that drained Poddy of his life force, the Wishing Machine would find a way to heal--but she had to ask it right, and fast, because Poddy was dying, maybe already, and Almost all books and periodicals that have discussed wishing machines have put forward a very solemn warning: don't try to make wishing machines do the task of reversing life and death.Don't let it kill anyone directly, let alone resurrect anyone in any way.It was a desire with a much greater intrinsic meaning than it intuitively appears to have.

If Boddy was dead, Allerica thought, there would be nothing for her to do.There really isn't much else to do.But just a few seconds ago, Bodi was still able to talk to her, and he held on to the borderline of life and death without letting go.Before he let go, she could actually try it, even though she didn't have any professional training in operating the wishing machine.

For the question that Ji Xun asked her not long ago, it is not that Yale Liga has no understanding at all.most urgent desire.The wish that I most want to realize at this moment.Fuzzy designation.If now she wanted Boddy to be healed, not resurrected, not born out of nothing, just to return what was taken from him to its rightful owner, it might be possible.If she can sincerely hope so.

A stream of swimming particles with a loud roar spread before her eyes, and the colors emitted by the energy were like colorful fish fins or spread wings.In those well-defined lines, the image of Jing Huang suddenly emerged from her head.She remembered suddenly that he was still here, should be here, but she hadn't seen him yet.Did he know of her coming?Is he in some kind of predicament?
She had come all this way to find him.The child full of mysteries disappeared without a trace after leaving her a troublesome chain.The time they spend together is not too long, and the number of times they actually interact is even less.There are many people who spend longer with her and bring her more pleasure and hospitality.It was true that she had stepped on that ship out of interest, but what had motivated her to help so much was not sharing, but giving back.After all, he helped her out of the most difficult and suffering moments, even if it was not on purpose.But not long ago, there was only one wish in her heart: that he was safe and sound.

If the wishing opportunity does anything to her thoughts, let it consider this one.Not so long ago she had indeed thought so, with no other desire, not even a moment's thought of Paradise.Paradise is an option that is too easily ambiguous.However, at this moment, she didn't see Jing Juan, she didn't know if he needed such a blessing, and Poddy's time was flying by.There is only one bottle of panacea in her hand, either reserved for a person who does not know whether to live or die, or poured it down now for a person who is about to die.

Now, Boddy is moving to the other side of the line, and the Wishing Machine will make a judgment at any time.It will carefully weigh at that moment, who is the person she really wants to save in her heart.Both had saved her, and the degree to which she had reciprocated varied.Should she let those who get more continue to get it?Or to the one who more precisely needs saving?This moment is so long that she never seems to be able to jump to the next second and make a decision automatically.

At this moment, Yale Liga saw the vision again.Under the wing-shaped phantom light formed by the friction of the particle cloud, she saw the blood-red shadow staring at her, eyes full of affection as if looking at a little girl.The long blood-stained sleeves snaked out, seemingly endlessly.Allerica actually cringed under the gaze of the phantom.Mrs. Red.She whispered like a little girl in her heart, as if the stories she heard from Zha had imbued this image with more unfathomable horror.Yaleriga felt that she seemed to know what she was thinking in that gaze, she was completely clear, and she once again stood on the balance of the gate city to spy on her heart.The difficulty was that this time she couldn't convince herself that she had done nothing wrong.

But she did have a decision, almost.That thought had already taken shape in her subconscious, but it hadn't been clearly outlined by logic and expression.But the "Red Lady" was broken.Not disappearing, but broken.Her face and body were torn apart from the depths as another shadow approached Yareriga from behind.Yale Liga blinked quickly, and reached out to touch the scimitar on the ground.

Here comes the executor.

This time there was no shade of red covering his eyes, and the image of Yale Liga was reflected in the two shadowy springs.He undoubtedly saw her, and was coming towards her through the infinite variety of events.Where he stepped, a path of shadows was left. Yareriga held the knife, but her eyes followed the path of shadows and looked into the distance.She wanted to see Ji Xun's situation, or the bell hanging in the void.At the same time, she was indeed thinking about her fate.

There is no good countermeasure. It would be nice if she could prepare in advance like she did with Xiaomi, but she didn't.Therefore, when the other party walked in front of her, she almost spent most of the time imagining how she suddenly burned up.There are two other actions that might be worth considering: first, take her hands off Poddy and run aside to distract the thing; second, hold Poddy up to shield herself , just like what Ji Xun did to Xiaomi.Whatever she did, she figured Poddy wasn't going to poke his ass and fart at her, but she just kept on resting her palm on his shoulder.She figured he'd prefer that.The burning didn't look very painful, and the process of the old cat disappearing before her eyes probably took less than half a second.

But she didn't disappear.Until the executor's ugly head was less than two arms away from her, they still looked at each other silently.After careful inspection from such a short distance, Yale Liga still couldn't see the expression of this thing, but she found that he was actually not tall.He was not at all as tall as she was, so when she squatted on the ground, there was no particularly condescending relationship between them.Every scale on this monster's head is almost dark blue-black, and the blue color is at the thinnest position on the edge, and now black-red blood-like juice oozes there.Yale Liga wasn't sure if the juice was secreted in the first place, or if Ji Xun managed to do something.If it was what Ji Xun did, she thought to herself, he should have been dealt with by now, leaving her with a big trouble.

What should she do?Should I make a wish that this thing would not kill her?That wasn't a particularly brilliant idea, she remembered that Wishing Machine always had a twisted sense of humor for such requests.

sense of humor.It is imprecise to put this word on the wishing machine.The executor and the wishing machine have one thing in common, that is, they don't look like living things.There is action but no life, so it is pointless to ponder its thinking, doomed to incomprehension, and therefore no sense of humor.Where did she see this from?But now she has overturned this idea from the bottom of her heart.The executor's expressionless scales shrank back to the back of his head, revealing a row of teeth.The shadows in his eyes rippled like dark wells where a monster swims shallowly.

His eyes fell on Poddy, and then he smiled clearly and grimly.

(End of this chapter)