The situation was urgent, and the pressure of the werewolves made Alaska quickly decide to try the idea! Teleportation takes a second to concentrate. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

This time is easy to produce, too! Alaska didn't need to do anything in the first place, and Professor Gamma was strong enough to deal with all kinds of werewolf attacks, at least for now!

The mind sank into a state of silence, and then there was a long-lost feeling, in which time and space seemed to be stretched noodles, turning a second into a minute, a quarter of an hour, and even eternity.

But the little boy knows that this is just an illusion, just like the sudden rise and fall of the elevator when you take the elevator, it will make you feel weightless. The so-called teleportation itself is a kind of disturbance of time and space.

The sense of air flow in the ears disappeared for a moment, and then reappeared, this difference may not be noticeable to ordinary people, after all, it is short, but Alaska is keenly aware of the anomaly in teleportation in the weightlessness of time and space.

When he opened his eyes again, he had come to the tree and was standing on a branch. This frightened the boy, and when he looked down, his feet were on a branch that was no wider than his little arm's width.

Fortunately, the other person is small and light, and a ten-year-old child has no meat and strength, and the tree can barely support his weight.

The extraordinary physique gave the young boy extraordinary muscle control and balance and coordination, which made him staggering on the branches.

That's not going to work, Alaska thought, and it's impossible to act. However, he had a clever plan, flicking his wand with his left hand, trying not to be noticed by Professor Gamma, and making the branches a little bigger.

From the thickness of a ten-year-old child's arm to the thickness of an adult's arm. Then he slowly crouched down so that he could rest his knees on the branches and get stuck, and then lay on all fours on the branches, crawling slowly like a little milk dog, and crawling forward.

Suspicious, Alaska glanced at Professor Gamma's condition, her face was pale, and a deep wrinkle was squeezing out between her eyebrows, but she seemed to be moving in the wrong direction, as if she was getting farther and farther away from herself.

Wait a minute! When Alaska noticed that Professor Gamma was moving in the opposite direction of the tree, it dawned on him that Professor Gamma had not expected his plan in the first place, because it was too feasibility, or that Alaska was not very credible.

He was only a ten-year-old boy after all, and all adults would be treated with contempt for him, and Professor Gamma had clearly made the same mistake.

"Damn, it's no wonder Professor Gamma is talking so quickly, he wants to lure the werewolves away, and he doesn't care about my plans. I'll have to speed up, or Professor Gamma will be gone. Alaska said reproachfully.

He also ignored the pain, and his legs were directly pillowed on the branches, and the rough black bark, like frosted paper, was very palatable, so that the little boy's knees wore out the skin and blood flowed.

The way Alaska looks at the moment, I'm afraid he will find it tempting when he sees it himself, and his little ass arches upwards and crawls forward little by little. A slit peeks out under the red knee-length shorts, and the blue briefs are visible at a glance.

But after some hard work, he finally climbed to the trunk of the big tree, and now the situation has reached the most critical point, success or failure is at this time, if this plan fails, he will not be able to watch Professor Gamma fall into the wolves, and it is very likely that his identity will be exposed.

"Plop, flutter, flutter." Alaska's heart was like a balloon full of air that felt like it was going to explode at any moment, and now his cheeks were red and his whole body was crimson, looking like a drunken rose.

This alluring sight is enough for anyone to raise this little boy who is not deeply involved in the world, shut him up in a claustrophobic room, and then close the door himself, and watch and play with this god-given treasure at will.

Alaska raised his wand, the golden light shining on the tip of the wand, and he only felt his fast-beating heart quiet down at this moment, and there was a soul resonance from the wand body, beating with the heart.

Then he slashed the hole in the tree horizontally with his wand, and suddenly the fragrance overflowed, and a terrifying fragrance greeted him. Alaska is happy in my heart, so strong potency.

He probably didn't think about what kind of damage the sap of this tree would do to him in the future.