The prisoner and the sea

Chapter 92 Lethargy Form Clay Cat Evolution

After coming out of dystopia, or from this day.

A strange thing happened to Gwen.

And it's the kind of thing that's hard to say good or bad.

It lasted for about three days before Gwen felt the existence of such a thing.

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Gwen woke up from sleep, trembling, and wrinkled her nose a little unaccustomed.Feeling the shaking of the train, he quietly approached the glowing curtains, and stretched out his hand to gently pull... Although the light outside is bright, it looks like everything is blooming and full of vitality, but the huge tricycle in the sky The moon, however, explains: the night is here.

Gwen was sure that she slept at two or three o'clock these days at most.

As a senior who has made some achievements in martial arts, although he does not say that he is introverted, he gets up at [-] o'clock every day and punches [-] punches, at least he can do [-] push-ups every day.I sleep nine to ten hours a day.Among the people who studied martial arts in the previous life, not to mention hardworking, at least they were also reputable lazy dogs.

"But no matter how lazy I am, I'm not a coin that can sleep twelve hours a night."

Gwen got up angrily, lifted up her pajamas and shorts, put on the plush slippers, and then yawned and pushed open the door.

In the base, you can see that the candles are brightly lit, and the three Welji people in the base are all awake. The characteristic of this kind of cat and cat race is that they like to wake up at this time. It can be said to be a 'night owl'. To be honest, The same is true for the Roots, so it seems likely that Root's curse blade is also there.But none of these four is a normal racial 'template'.

The dark cat wakes up and goes to bed later than the general Welgies, because her time overlaps with the red dog. Ron, as a race that enjoys a good morning, cannot overlap at all if she sleeps normally. Therefore, the dark red Sippy and Gwen It looks sweet.

Rabbit mantle is a chaotic cat. The sleep time is randomly selected from one hour to twelve hours. The activity time is basically "smug when you wake up". cat cat.

Spark is a cat that sings, and its basic activity time is from early morning to afternoon.

Start doing trick blasting time in the morning, and often wake up other cats, so it is a heinous crime for other cats to say that they are "singing-type abilities".

The most outrageous is naturally the curse blade.

If this person is here, then the outrageous king will not be able to turn to other people. Even though the mantle and sparks are already outrageous enough, compared with the real outrageous king, they are still not enough.

"Is Curseblade sleeping or not?"

From this confidential question circulated within the secret investigation, it can be seen how outrageous the squirrel Curseblade is.Anyway, Gwen didn't know if Cursed Blade was asleep...

Even sometimes, when getting along with Cursed Blade, I didn't feel that this guy had the concept of sleep at all.

Even speaking, whether Cursed Blade ever slept, even the red dog who was in the same tent with her couldn't tell, in one sentence: "I didn't see her when I slept, and I didn't see her when I woke up." .”

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"Meow~ Meow!"

In the base, three night-crazy cat lanterns are floating around. This kind of intelligent creature is actually playing chess. Although it has been known for a long time that 'cat lanterns are intelligent creatures', these cat lanterns can still pretend to be One pretend, not so smart.But in this kind of origin messenger's base, it can be said that they don't even pretend.

It is obvious: this kind of cat lamp can understand our language, understand what we say, and communicate with each other in the cat language with only two words.Although I don't know what these weird cats will communicate with, it is clear that there is indeed a civilization in the cat lamp, even higher than that of the people of Utopia.

Gwen stepped over being 'cause 'the pussy seems to be cheating! ’ And the cat lights that collided with each other came to the side of Cursed Blade who was repeatedly processing the report.

"Curse...haha..." He opened his mouth and yawned.

Curseblade's squirrel earphones trembled sensitively, she turned her head and looked at Gwen with a strange and curious look.

"I don't know what your previous life was like..."

When Curseblade opened his mouth, he was the old Riddler.

In fact, this person does have a button that can switch the state at any time, so that she can easily enter the euphemistic Riddler form. In this form, she takes over the entire group's foreign negotiation and leadership rights.For example, the Gwen report she is processing now was processed after entering the Riddler state.

In her words: "Be sure not to give any information to the authorities. The Secret Service is a particularly insidious organization. They will collect all your information and secretly designate plans against you. It is very shameless. So we pay attention to a , You must block your own intelligence."

The riddle squirrel asked: "... But I think, you should not have been so lethargic before. You should not be so easily tired. Although the source force messenger is not easy to get sick, do you want to consider going to the medical compartment to see if you are right?" What's the matter?"

"You're right."

Gwen sat down in the arms of Cursed Blade, snatched away the mushroom tea on the other side's table familiarly, and then yawned and stood up, sitting next to him who was sitting on the ground thinking hard on the tail of the mantle , kicked off the slippers comfortably, and moved the soles of the feet to make a clicking sound.

Gollum.

I took a big sip of warm mushroom tea.

Gwen let out a breath slowly, and tried to move her body using her breathing technique.

Body, limbs... are completely fine.

Mechanical heart?
Gwen felt the surging vitality of the mechanical heart that had just added 'red water', and felt that he should be able to sleep only one day a week.

So he shook his head: "No problem, my body, I felt my physical condition, it's perfect."

"Then it's a spiritual problem."

Curse Blade turned around with great experience, and asked him, "Is there something more in your mind recently?"

"Woo meow! Are you a little fatter?"

The rabbit man also turned his head and asked.

"nonsense."

Gwen will definitely not admit that she has a little more meat.His way is completely different from the curse blade whose bones are light and softened. If the curse blade is cartilage, it takes a light and agile route as light as a feather.Gwen is a hard bone. A source force is attached to a bone that is hard enough to form a source force bag to protect the internal organs, so that it can be attached with an incredible [enhanced source force].

His original source power ability is a princess with fire in one eye, not an ability of the reinforcement system. In theory, any source force envoy who is mainly of the reinforcement system should be able to surpass him in terms of strengthening source power.But in actual fighting, no matter what kind of source messenger it is, it must carefully deal with the problems of shock and impact, so strengthening the inside of the body is also a compulsory course.

And Gwen doesn't need to care about this kind of thing at all after his ossification, he just needs to strengthen his source force, and the protective source force layer formed by the hard bone can naturally protect the internal organs, and let him live in a place where he doesn't have to worry about the shock. Start with an impactful environment.

At the same time, hard bones can also affect the knees and lower leg bones.

In Gwen's martial arts movements, the basic pursuit is explosive power, so the damage to the body's joints is actually very terrible. In his previous life, his mitigation method was to use "body force" to save precious joint life.

But in this world, Yuanli is a very unreasonable thing.

Gwen can increase the weight and hardness of her bones as much as she wants, and then use the source force to relieve the gravity of the joints, and even...can imagine more joints to exert force-the human body is amazing, right?
"It seems that you are really fatter than before?"

The sparks also popped up, and they were holding back the clip cutely and asked, this trick was taught by Gwen.

Gwen pondered whether to hang the two cats together to see if they could float like cat lights.

"..."

"Will having too many things in my mind affect my state?"

"of course."

Curse Blade turned around and smiled at the same time: "The environment in the spiritual landscape will also be reflected in the real body. Didn't you let a strange story lodge in it yesterday? This situation is quite special..."

"It's very special." The dark cat poked its head out of the bookcase next to it and echoed.

Recently, she seems to be helping some students with poor grades to 'effectively improve their homework grades'. This shady job has forced her to hide in a dark corner and write.Everyone guessed that the students that Dark Cat helped were probably students of Curseblade's alma mater, otherwise it would be impossible to explain why Dark Cat has been avoiding Curseblade frequently recently.

But she still listens to Curseblade's lectures.

She also has a little understanding of the information about the strange talk ceremony:

"Didn't the sealed item you prepared shatter?"

——Gwen told them about the matter when she came back, after all, the sisters were curious.

The dark cat guessed: "Is it possible that the reason why you can still hold the strange talk relic of Thursday is that you yourself sealed the other party as a sealed item, and the other party was actually sealed into your spiritual landscape, which caused you It’s possible that your mental landscape has changed, and that change has triggered your instinctive stress sleep.”

Gwen looked to Curseblade.

Curse Blade showed a thoughtful look on his face: "To be honest, this is the first time I have seen such a strange thing, but what the dark cat said is not wrong. It is very likely that there is a wonderful chain of devouring between strange stories and strange stories. We all know that sometimes strange stories It will swallow another strange story, once, a strange story called "Mary in the Mirror" swallowed another strange story called "Typhoid Fever After Red Wine"."

She thought about it: "But the results tell us that their devouring each other does not seem to be 'kill or eat', because the subsequent report of sealing them pointed out that the two monsters were dispatched together like good sisters, and Just follow Mary's restrictions. It seems a bit similar to what you're in now, but well, have you been to your mind space since that day?"

"Of course I went."

Gwen has to practice Yuanli every day, so naturally she has to go in every day.

But it is.

In my own spiritual space, next to the main oil painting and the cat light tree, there is a small room section, which is the proof that Wild Thursday-Miss White has deposited it.Guai Tan is relatively free in his heart, and he seems to be able to follow the cat lantern in his heart to different parallel worlds.

Occasionally, I saw that the other party was still sleeping soundly—the other party's power seemed to be divided into two parts, one survived in the form of a cat lamp, and the other survived in the form of a human, but they were sleeping at the same time.

"..."

After hearing Gwen's description, Cursed Blade squeezed his chin, with a thoughtful look on his face: "Maybe she's the one who messed up."

Gwen decided to listen to Curseblade, closed her eyes, and entered her own spiritual world.

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The scenery in my heart is a comfortable noon, the sun is fierce, and there are many cats and cats.A large number of cat lights stopped playing games, and just lay on the branches of the trees, on the barrels, and on the falling cat rocks in the lake, comfortably basking in the sun and sleeping soundly.

And Long Gewen floated out, and was studying a floating building in the air, which was the coffee shop on Ghost Talk Wild Thursday.

However, this building is very fragile. It should be constructed by the source power of the fantasy department and Gwen's memory. Long Gewen is studying the power in this strange story.

Seeing Gwen enter, she slowly floats over:
"Gwen, come and see this model, it's very interesting, very interesting..."

Gwen glanced at the coffee shop and thought about it: Actually, this thing is not as interesting as the fact that you can float like a cat lamp.

But it's not easy to save face of the "other self", after all, there is still paperwork to do.

"What's wrong?" He asked with a wooden face.

"A discussion about the peace of mind of Utopian people. We share memories, but although each of us has 'living memories', we are not 'the person', we are just phantoms, ghosts created by swallowing part of your memories. Therefore, we cannot know the customs and ideas of Utopians, this thing, this building, explains a lot."

Long Gewen was full of interest:
"The basic citizens of Utopia seem to think that Anxin is a place with a soft atmosphere and must have a hardwood floor. This stereotype is very interesting. Well, White is a standard group thinking monster, so she can be used as A remarkable model to use... oh, Gwen, why did you pop in here? For Annaleigh? For White."

Grid's real name is known by the doctor boy 'Carl' and Long Gewen.

It seems that after Mind Flayer Grid started to communicate with the outside world recently, he had to start chatting.

Mao Deng and the other two are relatively good at talking, and in this place, apart from watching Mao Deng playing games, they can only chat with the 'inmates'.

"I'll see what White is doing," Gwen said.

A hint of cunning suddenly flashed on Long Gewen's face: "She is sleeping. Over there, do you want to practice her spell?"

"I'm just... Long Gewen, why do you care so much about me all of a sudden?"

"It's nothing." Long Gewen turned his head, looking innocent, and then floated into the building in the air, floated to the bar, squinting to look at something, "She is sleeping in her room, you go Find her."

What does this birdman seem to be hiding?
Gwen walked to the other side of the lake. On the edge, there was also a floating room. In the cross-section, you can see a very comfortable personal guest room, with a bed, a big sofa, a TV with a big back, floor lamps and gorgeous floor-to-ceiling windows. In a wonderfully crooked and tilted state.But the gravity inside seems to be quite different.

Miss White was lying on the bed with the White Cat Lamp in her arms, sleeping soundly, tilted at an angle of almost 70 degrees, but she did not slide down at all, and the direction of gravity was indeed different.

But if this person is fast asleep...

Gwen secretly glanced at the white cat lamp in the other party's arms again, and was also soundly asleep.

Another possibility has been eliminated.

If only Miss White is sleeping and the White cat lamp disappears, there is a certain possibility that the cat lamp is responsible, or even more likely.

And now neither side is doing bad things...

With doubts in her mind, Gwen went to the doctor, the young Karl.

Brother Carl didn't play the three-ball spell, but was holding a sketchbook and drawing a sleeping cat lamp.

... It doesn't look like this guy is up to something.

Gwen didn't find anything suspicious, so he had no choice but to withdraw.

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"How about it?"

Huo Hua asked with concern at the side.

Gwen rubbed her temples and shook her head: "I didn't find anything strange. Seriously, does it really have something to do with my spiritual space?"

He didn't reveal that he had a lot of cat lights in his heart.

"It should have something to do with your soul."

Curse Blade said: "I have a suggestion..."

"..."

"..."

Does it really work?
On the second night, when the drowsiness surged up, Gwen caught the strong drowsiness, fell in love with her eyes, and began to enter the scenery in her heart.

……

The scenery in my heart at this time is a comfortable night.

As soon as Gwen entered, a strong sense of sleepiness and a strong sense of burden surged up.At the same time, everything in front of me began to come alive, with a lot of cat lanterns left... golden fried chicken legs?Golden, crispy, crispy and fragrant fried chicken drumsticks!
Click click.

The cat lanterns eating fried chicken made happy noises.

And Gwen saw the culprit.

Miss White was wearing a black apron and was frying chicken legs in a small room.And this kind of behavior is continuously absorbing Gwen's source power. At the same time, small portals opened one after another, and cat lights slipped in with raw chicken legs, and then stuffed them into the boxes that read [unprocessed]. ] in the basket.

"..."

The burden on my mind is getting heavier and heavier.

Every time the cat lamps slipped in with something, Gwen's Yuanli would tremble for it.It takes a little energy to store a little thing. Although these chicken legs will soon turn into golden-yellow fried chicken and be eaten by cat lanterns, before they disappear, it is still equivalent to a large amount of "useless data" stored in the grid. Wen's mind slowed down his mental feedback.

This made him drowsy.

It's like the 10M per second transmission speed of a computer's mobile hard disk and the pre-stored space of a few G at most. When facing the ultra-high download speed, the disk will often enter the "99% busy" state.

Gwen, who has entered this state, will naturally want to sleep and stop his external mental activities, thus freeing up a lot of space for these guys to use as a place to store chicken leg data.

No wonder……

Every time I come in, the white man and the cat are sleeping.

These two bird things wake up to fried chicken!

Gwen's head felt like someone was beating a drum inside.

"Give me all the claws!"

Gwen lit a fire in one eye and stopped the creation of the portal.

Layers of wooden boards sealed the portal.

dong dong dong-

There were a lot of calls from the cat lanterns behind the board, and the utopian words of the cat lanterns' dissatisfaction: "Open the door quickly! Meow!" "Open the door to the cats!"

You can't open the door to these cats anymore.

Feeling that her source of power finally calmed down a bit, Gwen passed the cat lanterns who were still eating fried chicken, grabbed Miss White who was about to run away, and dragged her out. Like caught the white cat light jumping into the lake.

……

After a while of flying around, Gwen briefly released the mind-trapping demon grid who was almost drowsy, and asked her to help maintain the order of the cat lights, so that the cats "put down the chicken legs and enter the country" in an orderly manner.

Grid may not have imagined that the first thing he should do in the dignified mind flayer is this.

But because the relationship between Grid and Gwen is too close, the two sides are connected, which is equivalent to sister disks, which are separated from the same disk. If one side is affected, the other side will be directly numb.Therefore, even if it is a mind flayer, in order to keep a clear mind, she has to help Gwen manage the cat lamps.

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"You two, what are you doing?"

Gwen rubbed her head, and after feeling the clarity of the past, she nodded in satisfaction, and turned her head to look at White, who was honestly hung on the tree, and the White cat.

"Oh, oh..." Ms. White smiled a little stiffly, "...I don't mean that you have a lot of source power here, and that the strange talk space can be used as a transfer station, and it has a lot of data processing capabilities, so I just I want to try making fried chicken."

"Meow! It's very popular!" White Cat chimed in.

"Meow, it's really delicious!" Several cat lanterns floating over also made such praises.

"It's very popular and you can't do it without a bottom line." Gwen and these two guys reasoned, "My heart will be blocked because of your behavior, so my real body will also be blocked by the mind. And fell asleep."

"But...but aren't you a weirdo?"

Miss White showed curiosity, "Although it's a bit strange for me. But as a ghost, shouldn't this be the place where you really should stay? If you are here, these cat lights should not dare to take care of you." It’s right to go in and out...but there’s another question, why didn’t you and I feel the entry of the source power of the person you killed?”

"I changed my style."

Gwen speaks to White and Whitecat in the natural plaid speaking style.

As the top class in the ghost story world, the mind flayer naturally didn't need to explain so much to a weak ghost story.

"Is that so? As expected of a mind flayer, you actually pretended to be one of those guys... I really want to know what will happen if one day you can control a train."

Instead, White was quite encouraged and said this with a happy face.

Gwen glanced at the other party with inexplicable eyes.

are you crazy.

He thought for a moment:
"In the future, you can only fry chicken after I fall asleep, and the number should not be too much. You must discuss the specific number with Long Gewen and Karl."

It is not realistic to ban it completely.

This guy has become a strange story sealed in his heart.

Although the ability feels quite useless, Gwen's source power began to work slowly because of the settlement of the strange talk, and it has more room for cultivation, which is quite good.

So it seems that I have to take care of the mood of these strange talks a little before I can get their feedback.

Of course, it may not be.

But Gwen didn't like to gamble.

It’s as if some people secretly whispered: “This XX investment comes in very quickly, don’t worry, there is no risk, just go in and earn a ticket and leave.” '

Generally speaking, there are three kinds of people.

One is bad, who simply wants your money; the other is stupid, who is fooled and thinks it is true; and the other is bad and stupid, who thinks he can get happiness after tricking you into it.

Gwen is not one of these three types of people, so he will not believe the news that 'XX investment makes money quickly'.

If there is a path that he can accept risks, he will not take risks and look for a brighter future in areas that he is not good at.

Therefore, he would rather give White them some autonomy and satisfy some of their allowed hobbies, than try the mind flayer whispering in his heart, "Tear them apart, eat them, and you can grow", Controlling instincts, especially since I have fully understood the entry of Miss White's strange talk: It can be said that before evolution, Miss White is unlikely to be able to kill innocent people.

It is also difficult to complete the conditions after subsequent evolution.

Although she wanted to 'reduce the conditions' to 'kill innocent people', but it was an idea after all, and she was stopped by herself before it was implemented, so she could still give a little love and tolerance.

After watching Miss White come down, Gwen ran towards the cat lanterns who were eating wildly in her small shop, and suddenly realized in her heart:
That's fine too.

He seems to have a fantasy, fantasy that he is no longer the man with superior force, more gregarious, more gentle; he wants to be a... well, of course he does not want to be a photographer, but wants to be the manager of a small coffee shop .In a comfortable alley, the melodious small coffee shop does not need customers or crowds, and enjoys a relaxed and simple life alone.

Maybe that's fine.

This strange story... No, this man also lived an easy life.

The hostility between the eyebrows has also disappeared a lot.

Gwen's mood finally became quite good. When passing by the butcher Maomao on a rainy night, she took a hot golden crispy chicken leg from the cat's box.

"Meow!"

"This is punishment, let you be my spell but not remind me."

"Meow!"

"You said Long Gewen and the others didn't say anything? But they didn't have fried chicken either."

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Wake up from the scenery in your heart.

Gwen immediately looked at his left hand, and there was indeed a small paper bag on it, and some grease leaked out of it, making the color of the paper bag darker.At the same time, a hot and spicy aroma emerges, with a reassuring 'high calorie' taste.

Attracted by the scent.

The yawning manul next to him suddenly regained his energy and leaned quietly to this side.

Gwen shielded the paper bag and gave her a wary look.

"...I haven't spoken yet!"

The rabbit mantle broke the defense all at once, and growled meow meow.

This is also the usual move of this kind of scumbag.

Put pressure on the opponent through "I'm angry first", as long as the opponent feels a little bit guilty, he will immediately throw a set of combo punches to usurp the spoils.

Gwen looked at her expressionlessly, not leaking anything.

Sure enough, after about two or three seconds, the rabbit cat also realized that this trick didn't seem to be very useful, so he squeezed his face to Gwen's side, rubbing his sensual thigh against Gwen's.

"Did you order takeaway? Or did you buy takeaway?"

The cat's eyes sparkled, and he asked curiously at the same time.

The key point of this move is the use of the body.It has to be said that the physical condition of the manul is quite good, with the kind of physical condition that only exists in anime, such as big breasts, not fat and sensual.

This kind of rubbing, ordinary people must not be able to stand it.

All Gwen could use was her mastery of her own body, and that deceptive appearance.When normal women see Gwen, who is prettier than them, they will always subconsciously ignore that "the other party is also at a young age." Therefore, Gwen uses her own martial arts to control the gradually chaotic thoughts in her mind. Thoughts, and controls expressions.

"If you want to eat, buy it yourself."

Gwen turned around, opened the paper bag, took out the hot fried chicken, and ate it right away.

Go down in one bite.

The golden crispy skin makes a crunchy sound.

The fat baked until golden is used as the first layer of buffer, and the fresh and tender chicken enters the mouth at once and is cut by the teeth. Every texture reveals the high temperature.The spicy taste immediately filled the mouth.

Click it.

tasty.

It is also difficult to describe it as delicious, because it is more than delicious, beyond the concept of taste.

It's like a sense of peace of mind.

A kind of student goes to school and hears that the teacher asks for leave on Thursday, and Friday is the kind of holiday [two of the three-day holidays are weekends].Although the 'two-day vacation' was still essentially stolen by someone or something, there was a sense of peace in my heart.

It’s like walking into a fried chicken restaurant after work. The aroma made me feel like throwing up after eating the disheveled food, but when I felt like throwing up, I thought, ‘It’s fine if I spit it out.’ That feeling of buying fried chicken and eating it.

Safe fried chicken.

The taste is not bad.

Three stars for five stars, one star deducted for 'the store manager made fried chicken at someone else's house', one star deducted for 'only one'.

"Woo meow! You bastard!"

Gwen had already finished eating, so she stuck out the tip of her tongue and licked her own finger, and sucked it expressionlessly, which immediately made the manul furious.

"Don't let me get something delicious next time, or I won't give it to you!"

"You remind me of the authorities."

"Why?" Rabbit Man puffed his face angrily.

"The authorities always say, 'The next time the financial situation of the operation is good, we will give everyone bullets and welfare, please support the faction of the Faceless Man', but it has never been realized once."

It's an old joke.

The political system of the authorities has the division of superior factions and inferior factions, and then the prime minister of the ruling faction selects the cabinet. This political system.Therefore, there is also the so-called normality of Western politics here, that is, politicians talk but do nothing, and if one of the promised benefits can be realized, it is considered God's blessing.

The manul was amused, and laughed while hugging his belly with trembling legs.

"For the sake of this joke, I don't care about it with you. By the way, my source power has evolved a little. Do you want to see it?"

The smug expression of the rabbit mantle makes people a little curious.

If Gwen said 'no, I don't want to watch it, I find it very boring' at this time, would the rabbit be used to kill the cat with eighteen consecutive punches.

Gwen naturally wouldn't do such a desperate thing.

"Okay, let me see, right here?"

In Gwen's memory, if the memory is correct, the cat cat's fortress, the ability of the rabbit mantle, should be an access-type source power, and it should not be usable here.

But about the source of power, no one can say for sure...

"Hey, it's right here." The mantle hugged his chest triumphantly, wagging his cat's tail.

"You have to pay for the damage you caused, okay?"

Gwen reminded her.

"It won't cause any damage..." the manul stretched out his hand to mobilize the source power, "...the mud cat fortress, in the form of a heavy shield!"

A large shield made of brass-colored dirt appeared in the mantle's hand, and Gwen saw it. The color of the cat's entire cat... faded?Or rather, covered by a layer of brassy earthy colour.at the same time.A small ball appeared in the center of the back of the large shield, and inside it was a ghost in the shape of a mantle.

The ghost opened its mouth.

With almost no delay, the mantle in the form of a mud cat also opened its mouth and made a sound: "How is it?"

"Ooh!"

Gwen doesn't know anything about spells, nor does he know anything about the principles of abilities, but he has an extremely powerful instinct for fighting and is full of extremely keen insight.

"It seems that the small ball behind this heavy shield is your key point. The shield and the image of the mud cat outside are all regenerated source force clay? Well, if the other party thinks you are the kind of 'Stone Skin' A user who concentrates on bypassing the shield and attacking your 'mud cat' may fall into a protracted battle of distress, and be continuously stolen by you."

"Wow!"

The hare squeaked.

This kind of ability of hers is obviously very rare in Utopia, or this type of ability is still quite rare, but Gwen pointed out how to use it, which made her surprised and began to think about 'Gwen' Ain't there's something about prophetic powers' thing now.

"You know it just by looking at it?"

"Isn't one look enough?"

For the understanding of fighting, Gwen can be said to be experienced.

"Your ability, your 'cockpit' is not affected by gravity? What kind of perspective do you move in?"

"I'd better use this to see, even if the shield shakes violently, it won't affect me... I thought of such a simple thing a long time ago!"

"so smart."

Gwen praised without sincerity.

On the other hand, the rabbit mantle is really complacent, even in the form of a mud cat, it seems very unbeatable.

"However, I think that your weakness can be placed in a more concealed place, on the shield, and there is a possibility that others will discover it by hitting it."

"It seems to make sense?" A vivid expression appeared on the face of the mud-made mantle.

It makes people wonder if it feels the same as her when pinched, and it feels good.

Gwen thought for a while and made his own suggestion: "Have you considered putting this vital point on the tip of the tail?"

"Huh?" Rabbit Manul was taken aback for a moment, then opened his mouth as if about to spray.

Gwen added: "Then cover it with dirt and make it look like a bolas."

"It's kind of interesting..." Rabbit mantle slowed down the rhythm of spraying.

Gwen said: "Under normal circumstances, people who see your form will think that you have turned the 'Mud Cat Fortress' into an individualized armed ability with slightly weaker protection but able to directly enhance personal combat effectiveness. Therefore, your An extra meteor hammer on the cat's tail won't look awkward. Not to mention, when others see you throw the meteor hammer Su, they will definitely avoid it at the first time..."

"Whoa!" The manul's eyes were bright even in the form of a clay cat.

Gwen spread her hands: "As long as you maintain the deceptive appearance of 'not very good at tail attacks', but you will sweep your tail when you think of it, the other party will definitely not think that your meteor hammer is your core. At the same time, you can use the shape of the mud cat fortress to make a certain beautiful crown? Or something similar, in short, it looks particularly conspicuous, especially like a feeling of "weakness that can be seen at a glance", so maybe..."

"I'll go back and think about it!"

The brass soil color on the manul's body disappeared, and at the same time, the shield also turned into dust of origin force and disappeared.

She blinked, shook her body, and ran to her room at once.

Gwen's evaluation of this source of power is not low.

In other words, he realized the shamelessness of the source messenger.

Although the source force form 1 of the manul is an extremely strong fortress form, protecting itself.Its enhancement is also the ability of 'shooting holes that will not leak air'.This is an obvious positive ability, and Gwen even felt that it would take at least half a minute for him to handle it.Because Mudcat Fortress isn't a 'no mobility' ability, mobility is even strong.

Therefore, the evolution of her abilities can be said to be quite obvious in the form of 'further strengthening these abilities', such as having more powerful abilities of the same type, such as improving her own attack methods, or a more thorough 'castle' '...

But I didn't expect it to be biased towards the "manipulation type" source power ability. Although it does have the original ability characteristics of the "Mud Cat Fortress", it is obvious that the goal of this ability is to consume the opponent's source power through source power in an extremely insidious manner. , physical strength and will, if you can't find the main body of the manul, you may even say "you can hit me for a whole day", hey.

(End of this chapter)