The ankle of my right leg was tied to an iron ring that connected a black ball by a chain. The first time I saw it www.biquge.info, I thought it was an iron ball, but the smell didn't match the metal smell in my memory, and then the "Encyclopedia of the Brain" provided explanations and help, and I realized what was connected to my right leg.

It was a beast named the Needle Wheel Beetle. It has a long strip in appearance, with a curved black crust on its back, covered with dense fine hairs. Its strong abdominal muscles allow it to survive in desert environments, which helps them arch their backs and curl their bodies into balls, and they use stiff, densely spread needles to increase their grip and gallop around the sand like rollers, so that they can hunt for food more quickly or escape from danger.

Bebel takes advantage of the strong grip of the earth, and if they are hit by an external force, their bodies subconsciously curl into balls to protect themselves, and follow the erection of needles and stubbornly take root in the ground, even in the sand. I was stuck with it, and it was fine to drag it my legs, and it wasn't too strenuous, but my movement was really restricted. However, Bebel forgot that my IQ was not the same as that of the average beast, and that all I had to do was make friends with the needle beetle, and it would open its heart and be willing to carry me away.

But after the implementation, the result was not very good, but Luz was more loved by the needle wheel beetle than me, so that it was affectionately attached to Luz and coquettishly in its chest. Doesn't that indirectly turn into Luz swaying my actions?

I couldn't help but sigh at this unexpected development.

"Dead Luz, wait a minute. I don't want to stay and watch over Beep. 」

Bebel also wanted to unravel what Beep was afraid of. After all, the guy who is the opposite of his size, and who is as timid as a mouse at heart, is currently only on Luz's orders to allow outsiders to enter and exit. If you enter in a strong way, it is not difficult, but it comes with risks.

As soon as Bebel thought that Beep was affected by the stimulation and turned over with too much movement, then the "collectibles" stored in the guy's body were finished.

Bebel was very uneasy in her heart, and ran to Luz to make a fuss, and asked Luz to bring her with her. But Luz immediately refused, scolded her with disdain, and asked her why he had to listen to her. After all, Bebel didn't listen to Luz either, and restrained the little black without consent.

Although Bebel tried hard to explain that the reason for insuring the little black was for safety, Luz was very unacceptable when she heard it, and directly scolded the "little black child" for disdainful of eating your underdeveloped dwarf winter melon, and insisted on asking her for the key to unlock the iron ring.

In the end, the two refused to accept each other's claims, and Luz decided that it would be a waste of time to continue to communicate, so in a fit of rage, she took the little black child and instructed Elaine to ride on the dada lizard and drag them away in the sand boat.

Bebel was unwilling to be left behind, and his concerns about the safety of his "collectibles" were of course solved as soon as possible, but it was too unreassuring to hand them over to Luz.

She casually explained that her "black and white suit" gentlemen's team stayed, and asked them to cooperate with the "beast humanoid" to hold on to the beep, so she hurriedly got into the mechanical inner cabin of the white-faced and red-robed machine, and piloted it to catch up with Luz and his party in front.

I sat on the side of the window house and looked out through the clear glass, the open world outside was filled with billowing yellow sand rising in the wind. I moved my nose, and the outside air seeping through the crack in the window was dehydrated and slightly dry, and—

That familiar smell wafted into my nostrils.

It seemed to be a smell that scared Beep, and it was also a smell similar to my natural body odor. This is the gas that impresses me. I remember that it was an impressive remnant of my incomplete memory. That breath has always brought me a wonderful feeling that is both familiar and yet inexplicably strange and distant.

It drifted in the rustling of wind and dust from the direction we were heading, and perhaps the owner of the smell was in the trading city.

I ignored the noise of Bebel yelling through the loudspeaker of the white-faced red-robed man behind me, and precipitated my mood and fantasized about the specific appearance of the taste I was seeking. Why is that smell imprinted in my mind, and does the existence of the owner of the taste have anything to do with me?

I don't have any memories of before I became the Beast Queen, and Luz said that the Beast Princesses were mutated by "humans" eating the "Pan Fruit". However, I don't think that's the absolute answer, because I often dream that the world in my dreams is a patchwork of residual knowledge, as the encyclopedia in my brain says. So sometimes I don't take the role of "human" in my dreams, sometimes I act as a beast, so can I infer from this that I am called the princess of the beast, maybe not a human, and as the uncle in the dream said, I am just a pet beast raised by humans?

Elaine's cloak and turban covered her body, and she rode the da-da lizard in the saddle in front of her. And at this moment, the da-da lizard let out a vigilant low cry.

I looked in the direction where the lizard's raised nose was pointing, and a cloud of sand mist swept across the path we were about to take. I could vaguely see flowing black shadows in the sand and mist, the black shadows were constantly writhing and drilling, some of them were exposed to the unshrouded area of the sand, and the sunlight above them instantly illuminated their mysterious appearance

"Hahaha, it's a beast, a group of pointed sardines. 」

Luz pressed against me, her upper body poking out of the window, smiling at the school of beasts and fish.

I fought back without admitting defeat, and with my strength I easily squeezed out the gap and leaned out of the window with her.

She shouted that on the borders of the empire there were easy to appear such unimproved species of the Sardine as the pointed sardine. Moreover, she still kept her saliva and said confidently: The pointed sardines that appeared in front of her were very delicious.

"Is that so?"

I don't think anything that is covered in sand and smells of earth can be eaten. They swim in the rough sand, their skin is very hard, their appearance is undulating, bumpy, and dull and not bright, and those who go to eat it must have something wrong with their heads.