Horror Game: Crazy criticizes a beauty who has no martial ethics

Chapter 72 God’s Grace (6)

Xia Lingge stopped.

Zhang Peng continued: "Speaking of which, I don't know your name yet. You are a thin girl, but you are quite good-looking. Well, if you are like her..." He pointed sideways at the bookshelf. Zhou Wei from behind said, "Come and beg me, I'll make sure you get out of the dungeon safely, how about that?"

Xia Lingge looked him up and down: "Just you? Haha."

Zhang Peng was annoyed by her mocking expression, "Damn girl, stop pointing your nostrils at your grandpa. I remember when I entered the dungeon to kill monsters, your hair wasn't even full, you know!"

Xia Lingge glanced at him: "Who believes it?"

"Stop talking like that." Zhang Peng sneered, "You are still young if you want to get information from me."

Was discovered.

Xia Lingge curled her lips, it was so boring.

But Zhang Peng obviously didn't want to let her go. He twisted his wrist and made a sound: "Little girl, if you cooperate well, you may suffer less."

Xia Lingge said nothing and watched coldly as he rushed towards her and hit her in the face. She just turned sideways and dodged, then bent her knees and kicked forward violently. Zhang Peng's whole face became distorted, and he knelt down in pain. His body was shaking, and his eyes didn't even have time to turn vicious.

"What did I say, that's all?" Xia Lingge retracted her legs and casually patted down her jeans. She glanced at Zhou Wei, who was hiding behind the cabinet shelf, and walked away without saying anything.

Picking up the book that was thrown at the corner, she walked out of the bronze door and remembered that there was a time limit for rest. She hurriedly ran towards the sea of ​​flowers. The stars in the night sky were still so bright, but I wonder if it was her imagination. Those stars seemed to be just bright. , but there is no flicker.

She hurriedly stepped into the sea of ​​flowers, raised the dial and found that there was less than 30 seconds left before the end of the break. She saw that Sicheng had already returned to the sea of ​​flowers, holding a chisel and awl and clinking something.

"What are you doing?"

She walked around the slender pipe on the ground, put down the book and sat cross-legged next to him. Si Cheng's bright eyes were a little softer when he saw her coming back, "Senior, look." He put the almost assembled things on Xia Ling In front of the singer.

The jet black round device is the main trunk, surrounded by many tubes of varying thicknesses.

"What is this?" Xia Lingge wondered.

Si Cheng blinked: "It will be kept secret for now."

Xia Lingge: "..."

Xia Lingge turned her head and found that the soil was starting to dry out again. She wanted to ask her superior Cheng to water it, but seeing that he was so focused on his research, she just did it herself.

After a few buckets of water were sprinkled, she saw that the soil was gradually absorbing water faster. If it was said that after watering in the morning, a piece of soil could breathe for 5 minutes, now it can only breathe for 3 minutes, and then continue to work.

If it develops at this rate, it won't be long before this sea of ​​flowers is basically inseparable from water irrigation every minute and every second.

That's a speed that even the octopus can't save.

Xia Lingge looked at Si Cheng again, hoping that his speed could be faster. Taking advantage of the sea of ​​flowers to absorb the water, she took out the packed mushroom soup and put it next to her. She sat down cross-legged and opened the pages of the book. "Nordic Gods" is Xia Lingge couldn't stand the introduction of various Nordic gods after reading the first few pages. It wasn't because the content was not good, or because she had poor concentration, but because the names of the Western gods were more difficult to remember when combined. .

She glanced over and stopped on a familiar picture page, with long slanting eyebrows, wide and flying sleeves, and his curly black hair falling to the soles of his feet.

It's obviously the same face, but two completely different charms can be read in his eyes.

This is how he is described:
[He was born in the universe and took the form of 'fire'. His actions are not good, but they cannot be called intentional evil. 】

[Of all the people in the world, only three types of people admire Him the most: the hopeless travelers in the desert who can only rely on trivial thoughts to sustain their lives, the rich businessmen who are buried in copper coins but always want to seek more, and, that Even the blood shed on the desk cannot awaken the last bit of conscientious gamblers. They all love Him, and because of Him, they can obtain the most supreme satisfaction. 】Xia Lingge was stunned when she saw this. She knew that Western European gods had a good and bad system, but this was the first time she heard that there was a god who was wandering between good and evil. Are the gods good or evil to them?
"Sister, be careful!"

There was a sudden exclamation from behind.

Xia Lingge suddenly came back to her senses and found that the soil in the sea of ​​flowers had become dry and cracked at some point, and those tiny roots slowly penetrated into the skin like reptiles, sucking her blood.

Xia Lingge wanted to pull them off, but as soon as the roots touched the exposed skin, they immediately wrapped around them.

"Don't come here." She stopped Sicheng who wanted to get closer. "These things suck blood."

"But senior sister..."

Sicheng was very panicked and looked at her with confusion and anxiety.

"Bring more water and see if it's still useful." Xia Lingge said to Sicheng, and at the same time used the dagger [Ghost Worry] to swipe at the roots. Some of the roots were cut off, but not enough. It can recover in a moment.

Sicheng hurriedly picked up a bucket of water and poured it on the dry mud. It was of no use. Instead, it made the flower roots grow more roots and wrap around him.

"You should leave."

Xia Lingge told him that it shows that these flowers know how to enjoy them, and don't rely on them if you find the good ones. Fighting against these roots is like hitting cotton with your fist, it will hurt, but it will have little effect.

She looked at the stream not far away, and plunged down regardless of the entangled roots, soaking her body in the stream. As expected, those roots followed closely. She waved her dagger to cut off some of the roots, and then slashed them open. In the palm of my hand, bright red blood droplets spread out into the water, spreading into a bright red color.

The roots were needed to absorb the blood beads, and she took the opportunity to swim ashore.

"Sister!"

Sicheng squatted on the bank and pulled her up. The roots were pierced into the water and looked like spider webs. The blood color in the water quickly faded and disappeared. Xia Lingge clenched her fist and dripped a few drops of blood.

"Senior, how about I do it?"

Si Cheng took the dagger from Xia Ling's singer.

Xia Lingge retracted and shook his head: "The more I give, the greedier they become. I can't let them do what they want, but it's okay. I don't have to run back and forth to water the water."

"You should research inventions first, and then come and take over from me after you've finished your research."

Si Cheng looked steadily at Xia Lingge, his dark and bright pupils gradually filled with determination: "Senior sister, don't worry, I will definitely succeed."

Xia Lingge said nonchalantly: "It's okay. It doesn't matter if it doesn't succeed."

Si Cheng seriously objected: "No, senior sister. You don't have to comfort me, I will definitely not betray your trust!"

Xia Lingge: "???"

Xia Lingge looked at his righteous look and blinked in confusion. Does working hard have anything to do with trust?
Moreover, she is telling the truth,

If these roots are not controlled, the worst possible outcome is a fire.

The rules don't say that arson is not allowed.

(End of this chapter)