...If it weren't for protecting the companions behind him, Fusiro could have easily escaped this "plasticine rain", right?
When this thought broke into Lin Sanjiu's mind, it was also when the pain after his consciousness was forcibly removed and severed was slightly relieved.
She seemed to be rolling down from the endless twisting of blades, and finally found that she was kneeling on the ground at some point, on all fours, trembling all over, and there was a faint pain in her throat that felt like cracking.
While gasping for air, Lin Sanjiu turned her head towards the woods and saw a scene she would never forget.
...Did she see it because she had entered the "plasticine space" once?
With the dark forest as the center, countless "plasticine" are shooting out in all directions, as if the fragments of stars burst into bloom after death, turning into howling meteors covering the sky and earth.
Each ball of "plasticine" is intangible. Wherever it is drawn, it will take on the shape and color corresponding to the surrounding space; as they move rapidly, the "plasticine" is also constantly flickering and changing - momentarily.
Suddenly, the world under the night seemed to be filled with sparkling lights. The air, trees, night stars... were undulating and lustrous when countless pieces of "plasticine" passed by.
For a moment, Lin Sanjiu could only sit on the ground and watch blankly; the glimmer of light reflected from the countless "plasticine" changes made her vision also light up with the boiling starry sky.
Under countless meteors with changing luster, Fusiro's back stood straight in front of him.
Just as she thought, Fu Xiluo had no room to hide at this moment - as long as he left the place, Lin Sanjiu, Exodus, and his companions in Exodus behind him would be pounced on by countless "plasticine"; however,
Lin Sanjiu couldn't figure out how Fu Xiluo could stop the "plasticine" that was all over the world and as fast as meteors in a short period of time.
Fu Xiluo raised his right arm and bluffed his fingers.
She could still vaguely feel that the part of her consciousness that had been pulled out and severed was like a dying but not dead snake, but it managed to maintain a complete form and did not fall apart; it was in Fu Xilao's body at this moment.
The hand was twitching faintly, struggling, and gradually transformed into a "plasticine space".
"Go ahead,"
Fu Xiluo uttered two words in a low voice, and the consciousness in his hand suddenly burst into white light, as if the explosive device in his body had been detonated. In an instant, the consciousness that once belonged to Lin Sanjiu was turned into countless fragments.
With a wave of his arm, like thousands of swift bullets, he stirred up the fierce wind and rushed head-on into the night between heaven and earth.
Lin Sanjiu's heart skipped a beat and she understood immediately.
Could it be that Fu Xiluo wanted to use tens of millions of points of consciousness to fight off millions of "plasticine" balls coming like meteors?
From the looks of it, he shouldn't have activated any evolutionary abilities; that is to say, Fusiro completely used his own eyes to determine the speed and direction of countless "meteors", and used his physical strength to knock out so many fragments of consciousness...
…Is it really possible for humans to do this?
You know, if a few "plasticine" are allowed to rush through the defensive line and land on Exodus, it will be a big trouble...
However, it was as if someone had carefully calculated the trajectory, direction and distance of each collision. Wherever Lin Sanjiu looked, every bit of his consciousness hit a small piece of "plasticine" accurately.
For a moment, it was as if countless small fireworks were blooming on the water: clouds in the dark night, the edge where the woods meet the sky, swaying tall wild flowers... all rippled in a circle due to the impact of countless "plasticine"
Circle texture.
"It's blocked," she murmured, in disbelief: "It's really blocked!"
"It's not over yet," Fu Xilao whispered, "You have to be even more careful next time."
Before he finished speaking, Lin Sanjiu understood what he meant.
After being eroded by the "plasticine", his consciousness hit the "plasticine" again. Although the collision between the two resolved the momentum, causing countless "plasticine" to stop, temporarily saving Lin Sanjiu.
and Exodus are not touched; but this also means that the world between heaven and earth has become a piece of cloth covered with moth-eaten holes, covering the gradually expanding plasticine space.
"Wait a minute, can't they be connected?" Lin Sanjiu was shocked when she thought of this. "So many 'plasticine's are expanding from countless places at the same time..."
"Well, it will eventually become a plasticine space several times larger than the one I just released." Fusiro sighed and said, "But I have to make them connected."
"Why?"
"It is troublesome to tame a huge guy again, but what is even more troublesome is to tame so many plasticine spaces one by one. It is easier to tame one than to tame a thousand." Fu Xiluo said without looking back.
Said: "When you were on the spaceship, didn't you say that your humanoid items were alive?"
"Yes, I did say it... There are also abilities. I found that they seem to have their own growth process." Lin Sanjiu stared at the world in front of him that gradually stopped undulating, and whispered.
"The same goes for this."
Fusiro pointed to the "plasticine space" in front of him that was being connected bit by bit and slowly joining together, and said: "Have you ever thought about why the trees and stones wrapped in it are not dispersed into the most basic elements?
The molecular form is integrated into the surrounding world, but the person who is included will definitely die?"
Lin Sanjiu was startled.
"Could it be that... the 'plasticine space' intentionally melts and disperses human beings?"
"Yes, that's right." Fusiro sighed again and raised his right hand again. "For it, this is a hunting...the prey is me, you, and everyone sleeping on the spacecraft behind you.
people."
"Then how do you tame it again?" Before the words came out of Lin Sanjiu's throat, Fu Xiluo had already gently, almost without thinking, stretched his right hand into the "plasticine space".
Just as soon as he stretched it in, the appearance of his right hand suddenly changed; the shape of the five fingers could no longer be distinguished, and the whole hand looked like a tissue that had been soaked in water for a long time, white and floating, as if it was about to transform.
"your hands--"
"It's okay, it was like this when we first entered. You were almost the same just now." Fusiro looked at his hands and replied quietly: "There are two ways to tame it, one is through external pressure, and the other is through external pressure."
The first method is through internal checks and balances. The first method cannot be used because the 'plasticine space' will conflict left and right in order to escape, and it will be difficult to avoid accidents."
Accident means...
Lin Sanjiu looked back at Exodus, who was still sleeping peacefully.
It had only been a few minutes since she saw the figure in the woods; all sounds and movements were firmly isolated outside Exodus, and everyone on the ship must not have even noticed anything strange.
She imagined the gift package and what Bohemia and the others were probably doing now, which made her smile softly.
"...Fu Xilao?"
"Huh?" Fu Xiro seemed to focus on his right hand without looking back, and his voice sounded a little labored. Even for him, it is probably not easy for him to resist being melted and distracted.
thing.
"Let me tell everyone the truth tomorrow," Lin Sanjiu said softly, "They should know it too."
Fu Xilao turned his head, revealing half of his face.
The darkness in his eyes fluctuated, as if there was still a bit of disbelief, and he seemed to be afraid that if he spoke too loudly, the situation would change. He smiled softly and said in an angry voice: "...Okay."
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Something as tricky and deadly as the "plasticine space" soon became unable to resist Fusiro. He tightened and compressed it little by little, and finally turned into another object of his - Fusiro.
Without hiding it at all, she told Lin Sanjiu all the specific principles one by one; but even if she understood it, she didn't have the strength to do it to the same extent.
"I thought the friends I knew were already top-notch masters," Lin Sanjiu sighed, "but compared with you and Nuwa..."
"In the end, we still couldn't find out what she was here to do." Fu Xilao seemed to have a rare feeling of annoyance.
Now that Nuwa is here, I'm afraid the future progress will be different.
But...she didn't know what the future would be like before the change, so even if Nuwa's arrival changed part of her destiny, Lin Sanjiu still couldn't feel much sense of reality or worry.
On the contrary, the reason why she came to Fusiro was reminded of her again at this moment - what did the books in her and Kurosawa's hands mean?
As the two of them walked to Exodus one after another, Lin Sanjiu thought about it, and the card turned into a thin book, which was rolled into her hand. She didn't know why, but she felt a little nervous for no reason.
, cleared her throat, and then turned back, wanting to ask Fu Xilao a question - but before she could completely turn her head, she herself was suddenly stunned and stopped.
...a thin booklet?
That thick, dull book, which no one can read, makes a sound when it hits the ground. But after being de-carded, why did it become a "thin book"?
Lin Sanjiu lowered his head and his eyes fell on the book in his hand.
There is no doubt that she did not call the wrong card. However, the book that had been de-carded was no longer the one she and Kurosawa had seen; the book in her hand only had about twenty pages, which was very short.
It is obviously a thin picture album, and it seems to be a children's picture album, because the hand-painted cover shows a little boy lying on the grass and looking up at the stars.
...This time, Lin Sanjiu knew that she could understand it.
Do you want to open it? You can go back and read it, right? You shouldn’t be in a hurry for this?
"Small wine?"
Just when Lin Sanjiu put her finger between the cover and the first page, Fu Xilao suddenly called out from behind, and he seemed to have stopped at some unknown moment.
I paused for too long this time, and my hands are a little raw. There are a few paragraphs in yesterday's chapter that need to be slightly changed, because I feel that the wording is not accurate and the plot is not expressed... But the problem is not big, and I can wait for the next anti-theft one.
It's time to change, I'm exhausted now.
Hey, I haven’t updated for 3 weeks, and my hand is raw. What should I do after it’s finished? How did other authors solve this problem?
