"Why does it look so easy but so difficult to do?"
"Eyes: I'm back.
Hand: I’m useless too.”
The sudden voice made Zhao Hua immerse himself in the dark line.
"Go, go, go play with the birds, don't disturb the adults here."
Zhao Hua waved his hand towards the president's nephew and looked at the pile of rocks in annoyance.
Zhou Hao was a little angry when he saw this.
"Hmph, it's so simple, Al can do it, but you don't know how to do it."
"Go, go, what do you know?"
Zhao Hua waved his hand casually, but he reacted the next moment.
"Wait, what did you just say? Al, can you?"
Al nodded.
"It's so simple, isn't it? Is there anyone else who doesn't know how to do it?"
Zhao Hua's eyes widened.
"I......."
Zhao Hua turned his eyes halfway, showed a smile on his face, and took out two simply wrapped candies.
"Good Zhouhao, good Al, can you teach me a lesson?"
"No, you made Zhou Hao angry, I can't teach you."
Zhou Hao, whose eyes were staring at the candy, suddenly turned serious when he heard this, and nodded pretending to be serious.
"Yes, yes, I'm angry."
"Okay, Zhouhao, don't be angry, can I give you some candy?"
Seeing that Zhou Hao was a little moved, Al quickly coaxed. Zhou Hao's eyes rolled around, and he pulled Al to the side and whispered a little. During this time, Al nodded, then looked at Zhao Hua, and something suddenly popped up in his heart.
I had an unknown premonition.
An hour later, Zhao Hua looked with satisfaction at the stone in front of him that had successfully stabilized the sharpness technique, smiling like a fool against his painted face.
"Hey, I know it!"
Xu Zongxin, who had just come in, had a question mark on his forehead.
"Huh? What do you know? Constant spell model?
I've known it for a long time. The sharpness and water shield skills on this half of the mage tower are all fixed by me. I always thought you knew it, so I wouldn't have told you earlier. I'll teach you."
"???"
This is Xu Zongxin’s discovery of the turtle and cat whiskers painted on Zhao Hua’s face.
"Fuck, what's that painted on your face?"
"Fuck!"
Zhao Hua reacted immediately and covered his face, but it was already too late. Xu Zongxin laughed wildly.
"Hahahaha, it's too late, it's too late, there's no point in blocking it, I've already taken a screenshot!"
Zhao Hua, who covered his face, fell silent, doubting his life.
Mo Lan didn't know what happened after he left. His little nephew Zhou Hao had long been forgotten by him... Oh no, he was left alone.
Anyway, with Al taking him, Al looked dumbfounded, but Mo Lan never forgot that Al was originally an orphan from the bottom of Red Maple City. He was able to survive in the Red Maple City at that time, and his survival wisdom was far beyond human.
Phenomenon, at least it’s enough to take care of my little nephew.
And anyway, Al would ask Zhou Hao to teach him when the time comes when he has enough self-control, and during the teaching process, he would coax Zhou Hao to smile and be full of confidence.
In addition, the regular reports every night also made Mo Lan know their itinerary well, so naturally he couldn't be more at ease.
But the only thing Mo Lan was worried about was death. He was worried that Al would die in the game because of the extremely high degree of realism, intense pain and even torture that would cause mental damage.
Mo Lan didn't have a good way to deal with this. He could only protect him and prevent him from going to dangerous places.
Then it was agreed that if someone catches you, don't worry about anything and just log off. If it's too late to log off normally, press the emergency log off button.
After emphasizing it again and again, Mo Lan felt relieved.
"These undead were just ordinary beasts when they were alive."
Mo Lan murmured to himself, holding a dagger in his hand and hitting a rib. The sound of the dagger colliding with the rib made a clanging sound, as if it was knocked on metal.
"The ribs of common beasts."
Mo Lan held the dagger behind his back and swung it downwards. The sharp dagger scratched the surface of his ribs, leaving only a faint scratch.
Although the undead soul was controlled by Mo Lan, it still turned its head and watched silently with empty eyes as Mo Lan kept attacking its ribs with a dagger.
"Hiss, it's hard. It's a bit harder than an ordinary beast."
Mo Lan looked at the ribs that had a deep scratch, and the ribs had been cut in half.
Mo Lan looked at the rib and fell into deep thought. He then released a fireball technique and carefully controlled the fireball technique to brush against the rib.
Under the control of Mo Lan's powerful mental power, the first-level fireball spell was so clever that even if it passed by, it did not explode at all. However, the high temperature of the fireball, even if it was only for a moment, still burned the ribs to black.
Mo Lan recalled it for a moment, then picked up his water glass and poured it up. The water fell on the blackened ribs.
Click click click!
The skeleton made an explosive sound and then broke into several pieces and fell to the ground.
Mo Lan raised his head, only to find that the undead's empty eyes were looking at him silently, which made him a little embarrassed.
Looking at the ribs with only half left, I fell into deep thought.
"As long as this side is also removed, then only one side will be left, causing asymmetry."
"Plan pass."
Mo Lan once again summoned a fireball to pass over his ribs, turning them black and then poured down the water he had just filled.
Click, click, click, click!
The ribs here turned into pieces and fell to the ground, leaving the space on both sides empty.
Mo Lan listened to the crisp voice and looked into the undead's empty eyes with a clear conscience.
"I've helped you solve the problem..."
However, just in the middle of speaking, he suddenly sat up straight, his face instantly became serious, and there seemed to be a hint of surprise mixed in with the seriousness.
"What was that just now?"
Just now, at the moment when the undead's ribs shattered, Mo Lan felt a very unfamiliar yet vaguely familiar wave.
This fluctuation that made Mo Lan lose his composure was strikingly similar to the fluctuation of the structure in the altar.
Mo Lan immediately mobilized the structure in the altar model.
Seeing this structure with his own eyes, Mo Lan felt that they were similar.
After confirming this conclusion, Mo Lan took a deep breath and felt quite emotional.
"I didn't expect it. I thought it would take a long time to solve this problem, but I just discovered it today."
After Mo Lan finished speaking, he condensed a fireball in his hand and showed a smile to the undead.
The fireball technique lightly brushed against the ribs, and a glass of water fell down.
Click click click!
Compared to before, this time Mo Lan was more focused. His mental power enveloped the undead body, both inside and outside the undead fire, and he watched with concentration.
A channel fluctuated and disappeared in a flash. Mo Lan felt it more clearly this time. The structure in the altar model was floating next to it. Mo Lan compared it and found that the similarity was extremely high.
"Hahaha, there is no way out despite the mountains and rivers, but there is another village with dark flowers and bright flowers, it's so cool!"
