"I want my mother's ......"

Zhu Se squatted in front of the tent, thinking of the happy days on Buzhou Mountain, and felt more and more desolate about this ghost place.

Who wants to be a man!

She complained in her heart, what is so good about being a human being! The human race can't fly, can't see the aura, and can't even cultivate to become a god. will live to be more than a hundred years old in her life, and she will not even have a fraction of her.

But my mother asked her to be a human being......

But to starve here, it's so uncomfortable!

It's better not to take on a human form!

The stone body only needs to absorb the aura of heaven and earth, and there is no need to worry about hunger.

But the aura here is very thin.

If she really released the aura in her body here and turned into a stone body, it might take hundreds of years before she could turn back into a human form......

After thinking about it, Zhu Se felt unhappy no matter how much he thought about it.

"I'm hungry...... I want my mother!"

She stretched out her fingers and drew one meaningless circle after another on the ground.

The sub-time is similar.

Because the vermilion nature belongs to fire, it can't withstand the influence of the extreme yin time, and the aura on the body escapes in all directions. She gradually couldn't maintain her human body and showed the appearance of a demon body.

Vermilion pulled up the hair that had fallen and looked at the tips of the hair that were gradually reddening.

"Or ...... Ask that Terran, I won't eat him, let me take a bite~"

She looked at the tent, and the red glow in her eyes was especially terrifying in the dark night.

The fresh blood on Fan's body seemed to float out through the gaps in the cloth. The kind of taste is sweet and sweet, just like the Ganoderma lucidum fruit on Buzhou Mountain.

Vermilion felt even hungrier.

She couldn't wait to stand up, thinking in her heart which piece of flesh she would bite Fan next to him first.

"Hey, hey, hey~"

She happily trotted over to the tent.

Its cloth looked so fragile that it shattered with a single stroke of her fingernail. Then she won't have to go hungry anymore!

"I'll just take a bite~"

"Just take a bite~"

Zhu Se hummed a little song she had made up and walked around the tent looking for a place to start.

Fan only felt that the wind sounded particularly terrible tonight, as if there was a violent wind.

"There must be no sandstorms!"

He thought badly, and he couldn't help but worry about Zhou Yanruo and Mingxu Daoist who were going out.

Vermilion walked around the tent and found that the cloth bag had no obvious window. It's like a big bun, and next to Fan is the meat filling inside the bun. If she didn't tear the skin of the bun, she wouldn't be able to see Fan.

"Okay. ”

She thought helplessly, it seemed that she could only destroy this layer of cloth before she could eat Fan.

In fact, she quite likes this novel little object, and wants to wait until she eats Fan before going in to play with it.

Vermilion nails rustled against the tent cloth.

Fan was more and more sure that there was a sandstorm outside.

After going out to find someone and hide in the tent and wait for the sandstorm to pass, he decisively chose the latter.

He picked up the largest kettle next to him, stuffed it into his sleeping bag, and then shrunk into the sleeping bag.

"Boss, don't blame me for not coming to you, go out and be buried alive, I still want to survive this life and go home to marry a daughter-in-law!"

Zhu Se heard Fan say something muttered in the tent.

But her mind wasn't on that at all. The tent cloth looked fragile, but it was surprisingly hard to tear.

Vermilion changed several directions, but could not tear the thin layer of cloth.

Eventually, dizzy with hunger, she hugged the silver spire on top of the tent, her sharp nails scraping the resilient cloth from start to finish.

"What are you doing? It's too hard!"