Wizards of the North

After playing for a while, he jumped back to life in Bran’s arms for a while, making Huahua feel very comfortable. The fly in the ointment is that there are too few interesting playthings.

Three years ago, when Xian was extremely boring and thought of Magic Root, he thought it would be an object worth playing with. But after seeing it, he was attracted by those derivatives.

Mogen's panic, the reaction on the derivative is very interesting. It's a pity that the magic root that quickly calmed down made everything boring again.

Usually at this time, Huahua will stretch out her paw and fiddle. To switch to the attitude of the magic root, that is-fight!

Huahua wants to see the real panic and struggle, the more intense it can arouse her interest, and the longer she can live. The demon root's seemingly submissive perfunctory has made it feel tired, so it habitually waved its claws.

There is neither killing intent nor warning...

It was just as he swung his paws, but suddenly remembered that this is not a plaything that belongs to him alone, and it is not a worm that is usually used to pass the boring time. Therefore, the claws that were swung slightly shifted slightly.

I wanted to take it back, but a slightly strange force prevented it from being able to retract freely. The result is that the connection between the magic root and the derivative body is severed.

A small accident didn't bother it, but led to a river of magic without even thinking about it. Just like Bran thinks-magic will find a way out, so it thinks so too. As for the way out for the magic power, it hasn't had time to think about it.

This is just a subconscious remedy for mistakes.

Huahua never expected that Mogen would plunge into it. Although it was very unexpected, it immediately became excited when it saw Mogen instantly open the entrance to Bran's belly.

Unfortunately, good times are always too short...

Even if it was short, it decided to let go of the magic root, looking forward to seeing some interesting things occasionally in the years to come.

As expected, interesting things soon appeared. To make things more interesting, it tries to put soul into it.

Since Bran’s first soul was full of negative emotions, it should be a cat and a tiger. But just got a few and became impatient, so he threw his soul into the river and let it fend for itself.

When these souls were thrown out, what Bran had said suddenly appeared in his mind-life would find a way out.

Yes, life will find a way out.

Whether it's those derivatives or abandoned souls, they have found...

The soul floats and sinks in the river, and the howl of despair passes through the mist and turns into invisible waves, continuously attracting derivatives to the river. The body without a soul immediately attracted the attention of the soul in the river.

The hesitation did not last long, and some souls took action and quickly completed the fusion. The first thing to complete the integration is to crawl away from the river bank.

As the number of derivatives possessing souls continues to increase, the killings between each other gradually become fierce.

In order to live longer, large or small groups formed quickly during the killing. But this does not mean that you can survive better by joining the group. Those who are weak are more like spare rations.

Now, the single derivatives are gathered not only to build strength, but also to collect food.

As the groups grow, killing or predation becomes more and more efficient. But efficiency sometimes means faster consumption...

Seeing the rapid decrease in the number of derivatives, Mogen couldn't help feeling frightened. If this continues, the bad cat will definitely ask for meat.

However, it was wrong.

...

Stan looked at the dark sky, sad. For him, the dark days are not difficult. If there is no burden around-McGrady, then it will be easier.

What worries him is that after many years, Bran never looked for him again. He was afraid that Bran would forget his existence.

Persist, and can only persevere-I hope that one day I can be remembered or discovered inadvertently.

For McGrady, but also for himself, he opened up a small oasis in the vast ink. This is a proud oasis, and he hopes to attract Bran's attention.

In the black prison career many years ago, it was not for nothing. The oasis in front of him is his display of harvest.

If you look closely, you will find that the greenery on the edge of the oasis is full of colorfulness. Not only the vegetation itself, but also the thin mist above the vegetation.

——The black magic is being absorbed by these vegetation at an extremely slow speed, and then decomposed.

In the center of the oasis, an oversized dandelion stands there. Those floccules at the top emit a soft light.

Although it is impossible to communicate with the magic sea here, he still opens up a self-sufficient cycle on his own.

For him, this is not a new discovery. The relationship between the magic sea and the world is inherently very complicated, and the magic is not static in the process of blending.

He only screened and cultivated the ink color.

In order to attract attention, he had to show it, hoping that Bran would realize that he was not useless.

The cycle is complete, but the person he hoped for has never been seen. In the midst of worrying about gains and losses, he kept comforting himself-this was just Bran’s method, he had actually noticed...

Until now, these self-comforts can no longer play a paralyzing effect. Stay alive, this is the only thing Stan can be sure of.

In this small cycle, it is a torture to watch McGrady, who is worried every day. Although it has been emphasized many times that there is no problem with their safety, McGrady still looks terrified.

As it is now, a little bit of trouble will make a fuss.

"what--"

Following the voice, Stan glared at McGrady, and asked impatiently, "What's wrong?"

"That, there!"

where?

Following McGrady's gesture, Stan looked suspiciously at the edge of the oasis. There—the **** cat, lazily stretching out his head and sniffing a small flower. Those eyes are very similar to Bran, with a trace of curiosity, a trace of concentration, and a little exploration...

Seeing this scene, Stan was surprised, pleasantly surprised, etc. Many complex emotions finally turned into a sigh in my heart, and finally came!

He hurriedly got up and stood with his hands down. Although there has never been an intersection with this black cat, Stan knows who it is. He finally waited, and this time he will definitely correct his attitude and seize the hard-won opportunity.

Stan's actions attracted Huahua's attention. In fact, it came long ago, but was attracted by that little flower, and for a while it forgot its main purpose.

It slowly retracted its elongated neck, then sat down leisurely, squinting to look at Stan, McGrady, and this small oasis.