Universal Road wakes up slowly, and instead of the imaginary scene of lying on the bed of a small stone house, it is like being banished through a time and space tunnel. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Yigulu got up, and looked at the blue corridor where lightning splashed in front of him, the four walls were flowing blue-purple void turbulence, and from time to time turbulent whirlpools of different sizes suddenly appeared, and the friction contact of each vortex stirred up a silver snake-like electric light.

Fortunately, at the feet, there is also a five-star magic array that can accommodate five or six people to stand, and the universal road feels like riding a time machine in Doraemon to shuttle through the time tunnel.

Looking at the rapidly retreating Yongdao beside him, the array under his feet took him up and down, accelerating and turning sharply, Wanxiang Dao was really afraid that he would be thrown into the winding Yongdao here in the next moment, and be involved in the turbulence of time in front of him.

Fortunately, this "travel machine" is quite reliable, and in this transparent light mask, you can't feel the trembling bumps at all, like walking on the ground, and you can't even feel the wind blowing, which makes the thrilling idea of speeding under the universal road experience come to naught.

Except for a little visual horror, there were no accidents, such as the array disk being grazed by the fragments flashing out of the tunnel or the lack of energy, which were not added to the universal road at all.

Well, after Wanxiang Dao tried to communicate with the array to no avail, after holding his chin and watching the "thrilling scene" for half an hour, he decided to find something to solve the boring time in front of him.

What for? Everyone on the earth knows that the closest friends of the post-90s and post-00s are mobile phones, and Universal Road is no exception.

Lying on the array disk, the universal road cocked his feet, bored and lit the Huawei mobile phone with only 83% of the battery, the earth's operators really can't cover it here, alas, playing games can only be single-handed!

Take a few selfies from a special angle, and then take a few spectacular images of your surroundings, such as three triangular whirlpools or something.

Wanxiang Dao started to play Angry Birds, and after playing a few games, he got stuck in a level, and the remaining flower pot was stunned and couldn't be broken.

The universal road of the nest fire turned to play the temple escape and the subway cool run, well, after dying a dozen times, the universal road lost interest, and after looking at it for a long time, there was only one plant vs. zombie left, this is the first version, and it has not been uninstalled after downloading it at the time, I don't remember what psychology it is based on, of course, I don't rule out the reason why I have a peach tree fairy mother.

Wanxiang started playing from the first level, and his favorite plants were Sunflower and Pea Shooter, which were cute and cute, uh, and it wasn't ruled out that he had never been able to pass the fourth level.

I don't know how long it took, Wan Xiang Dao looked at the sun flower on the screen with his head swaying and condensing a miniature sun, and the pea shooter next to him who blinked his eyes tirelessly and spit out green peas, thinking how good it is that there are really these two lovely plants in the world!

Anyway, if you have the golden finger of "seed bank", is it possible to cultivate it in combination with Irish magic? If it can really be realized, when you encounter an enemy, you can plant a few pea shooters at will, and you don't have to do it yourself, even if you encounter many enemies, you dare to go it alone!

Wanxiang couldn't help but think like this, but the deeper he thought about it, the more disappointed and weak he became.

He is not a goldfinger like a formally authorized Plants vs. Zombies "system" that can directly summon an existing "pea shooter". To rely on oneself to cultivate success, it undoubtedly requires the handwriting of God!

In mainland Ireland, even the potions that claim to be sixth-level demon spirits are only beginning to have a simple sense of distinguishing between friend and foe, and they can conditionally attack hostile targets.

It is undoubtedly more difficult to cultivate qualified guardian plants that can distinguish between friend and foe, adjust their own orientation, issue targeted attribute attacks, and even have efficient energy storage properties than to synthesize a seventh-level demon soul with unique intelligence!

Synthesizing a seventh-level demon soul with unique spiritual intelligence is the ultimate goal of more than 100 senior potions cultivators in the Potions Garden!

But after more than 200 years of hard work, the reality slapped them in the face, and the Irish plane could not find a single such demonic soul, and the exploration of relying on their blind man to touch the elephant naturally made no progress. This effort has become the material for the potions cultivators of the Thorn Flower Kingdom to make fun of!

Thinking of this, Wanxiang Dao dispelled his "wishful thinking", and let's save his fate for more than seven years. As for these cute plants, I'll play with them when I have time.

"Huh"

A special scene caught his attention, the gap between the time and space tunnel from time to time could see the scene happening at a certain point in time and space, and he was interested in watching a certain scene that once happened in the Devil's Forest in Ireland.

Soon, the time-space crack the size of the desk healed, and it returned to the appearance of the dark blue corridor.

Wanxiang shook his head, I don't know how to pay attention to the picture in front of me, it's just a little strange, but it's like a doomed fate, passing through so many cracks of different sizes along the way, but the ghost makes the gods pay attention to this.

This connection is called fate, and Wanxiang Dao only realized it after experiencing many things. Now he is just a pawn played by fate, and it is impossible for him to have this kind of awareness.

The wait is long, especially when there is no expectation. Wanxiang Dao finally couldn't bear the heavy eyelids, obeyed Zhou Gong's call, and fell into a deep sleep, letting the magic array under his feet take him to the unknown in this empty space-time tunnel.

"Plop"

The sleeping universal road was dropped like a piece of luggage, and the blue tunnel in the air shrank and disappeared.

Universal Lane patted his buttocks, dusting his body and squinting slightly, it seemed that he had come to mainland Ireland again.

Just like the "seed bank", this land also has a kind of kinship with him, how to say? This is a side effect of the family blood sacrifice.

Of course, at least for now, the universal dao does not feel the possibility of being able to exercise some of the power of this plane. In other words, Universal Dao is tied to the chariot of plane collapse, and can only helplessly sell his life.

Wanxiang pulled the corners of his mouth and poured out the contents of the "seed bank" with an expressionless face, should that pig be suffocated to death?

"Knock knock" and "click" The former is the sound of tomatoes, garlic and ginger falling to the ground, and the latter is the sound of several flat iron cans falling to the ground.

Wanxiang frowned, thinking that there shouldn't be only these. The "seed bank" was poured even harder in his hand, and finally, he felt that the bag in his hand sank, and a small thing fell out of his four feet to the sky.

The little guy lying on the ground with his white belly exposed, hurriedly rolled on the ground, stood up on all fours, tilted his head, and looked at Wanxiang Dao with a flattering face.

The little animal at the foot of the universal road has a pair of big ears like a small fan, a pair of round nostrils, a pair of black eyes, a round body, and a short tail flicking behind it.

Wanxiang Dao was not in the slightest confused by its naïve appearance, and asked condescendingly and with bad intentions: "Qintian little pig, where are the potatoes in the bag?" ”

The little pig's narrow nose wrinkled, and he approached the heel of Universal Road pitifully, arching his body to signal him not to be angry.

Wanxiang Dao took a deep breath, squatted down, put his hands on its forelimbs and armpits, held it in front of him, and said in an unkind tone, "You ate them, right?" ”

Wanxiang Dao looked at it noncommittally, and the appearance of the dead pig slaughtered by Ren Er, suddenly got angry, threw it to the ground, followed by scooping it up, grabbed its neck and shouted: "If I want to die, the first one to strangle is you!" ”

Wanxiang Dao stared at a few small tears stained by the pig with a wrinkled face in his hand and closed his eyes, his heart softened, and the strength in his hand was loosened, and the little pig couldn't help but slip to the ground.

"How far and how far, how far, Lao Tzu can't afford to provoke you, can't he still hide from you?!"

Wanxiang Dao dropped such a sentence, stepped aside and stuffed the things on the ground into the "seed bank", picked up a tomato with toothed marks showing the seeds, twitched the corners of his mouth, and cursed in a low voice: "Dead pig, why don't you eat it all this time?" ”

"The rest is something I don't like to eat."

A crisp and pleasant child's voice came from behind Wan Xiangdao, and he turned his head to look at the empty and desolate wilderness, and secretly laughed at his auditory hallucinations.

"Try it for you to stuff in a bag and not eat or drink for two days?"

Now Wanxiang Dao was serious, because he found that the source of the voice was under his feet, and looked at the little pig with burning eyes: "Can you speak?" ”

"Joke, this young master, I am a divine beast, is it strange to spit out people's words?"

The little pig's mouth opened slightly, lifted the little hooves and scratched the belly, and said with an unhappy expression.

"Didn't you say it before? Oh, I'm afraid of being mistaken for a monster! ”

Wanxiang touched his chin and thought about it, and then came up with such a conclusion.

"In this wilderness, who else can walk with me but you?"

The little pig shook his ears and threw Wanxiang Dao a disdainful look, and then bent his hooves and lay on the ground, looking too lazy to move.

Wanxiang Dao's eyes flickered and looked at the little white pig lying on the ground with his eyes closed, this little pig is very delicate, so the possibility of lying on the ground and waiting for death is very great, and it is a little too much to take it to this Irish plane in a fit of anger, but leave it to fend for itself, and the family will not make a fuss when they know it.

Wanxiang Dao sighed, "humiliated" lowered his body to pick it up, held it in his arms, and looked constipated, specially, Lao Tzu will really find guilt for himself!

The little pig lying in Wanxiangdao's arms turned down comfortably, changed to a comfortable position, and gently arched Wanxiangdao with his little nose, with a sigh in his heart: "Xiaoxiang, you still want to fight with me!" ”

The "battle" between Wanxiang Dao and Little Pig began when he was eight years old, when the little cousin carried a cute little pig to his grandfather's house, stole food to eat, lifted the girl's skirt, broke his grandfather's beloved teapot, and stained the only ink painting in the study。。。。。。 There are countless bad deeds, but these black cauldrons are all Wanxiang Dao back.

Who would have thought that this first cute thing, the cute little pig, would do such a "heinous" thing? It squinted and wrinkled its nose so cute, and rolled its round body against its ankles, looking so well-behaved.

It's so coincidental that every time the "incident" Wanxiang Road is at the scene, and there is a pitiful little pig on the side. After a few "sophistrys", Wanxiang Dao went from being the cutest person in the family to being the most annoying, because he was a little pervert, a liar, a troublemaker, and a troublemaker.

The unbearable universal road solemnly proposed a "life and death duel" to the little pig, but when he charged, he tripped over a raised stone and broke a front tooth, and the little white pig stood on his head and waved his hooves to show off his mighty appearance became the shadow of his childhood, because for a long time, there was a legend: look, universal road is not as good as a pig!

The most embarrassing thing is that Wanxiang Dao knows that the legend is true, and there is no way to justify it, and the pitiful eyes of the people around him are like a thorn buried deep in his heart.

Since then, Wanxiangdao's favorite food is fried beans with pork belly, and the most hated is pigs, and things have developed to an even more uncontrollable point: your gas is like Wanxiangdao, and you can't even accommodate a pig!

You can be shot while lying down, but imagine the depression of the universal road!

Fortunately, the place where the "arrival" was not far from the small stone house, but when the universal road returned to the place fifty meters in front of the house, the scene in front of the eyes was introduced, and his face instantly changed gloomy like water.

The fence that surrounded it on all sides was violently pushed to the ground, and a few flowers and plants in the open space in front of the house were uprooted and thrown to the ground, and it was necessary to see how it withered and withered for several days. The door of the small stone house was kicked to the ground, the roof and walls were broken with several basin-sized holes, and the inside of the house was even overturned, and the ground was dug into potholes and pits of soil, and the corner of the wall was naturally not spared!

Unexpectedly, I couldn't see Xiaohua in every corner, and it seems that the group of people came very quickly!

Wanxiang Dao was lying on a hillside, biting a grass root lonely, and said to the sky: "I was bullied so much, you must not look good!" ”

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