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The eye of the storm eventually melted into a wisp of parchment, flowing into the magic tree in Gordon's heart.

A blue-yellow root slowly grew, and then the bare trunk of the Magic Tree shone brightly, and a small protrusion emerged from the trunk, and then bloomed, poking out a delicate branch.

The color of the branches changes from light to dark, and they grow vigorously, and new shoots are continuously extracted, which in turn grow into dense leaves that cover the branches. After a few moments, a few buds burst between the lush branches and leaves, slowly blooming, and finally, the branch produced a greenish-yellow fruit, full and bright, crumbling, reflecting the vitality and brilliance of the whole magic tree.

Not surprisingly, this fruit will be ripe and fall, transforming into the purest form of alien source power, causing a surge in Gordon. Normally, only cultivators whose martial arts have reached the silver level have the opportunity to cultivate the fruit of the Demon Tree with the help of the nourishment of the source power.

Suddenly, Gordon's breath microtechnique rolled like a boil!

Strange changes are born!

The fruit on the Tree of Destiny suddenly cracked a thin crack!

Catering to the ups and downs of breathing, subtle and indistinguishable wind holes floated out of the cracks, and driven by the breathing microsurgery, they drilled into the pores of the skin.

These wind holes and pores penetrate each other, blend with each other, and carry out a profound and bizarre metamorphosis. The fruit on the Demon Tree began to dim and wrinkle, and along with the branches, flowers and leaves, it was also gradually shrinking, apparently being extracted by the micro-technique.

Gordon was surprised to see that a pore that had just completed its transformation had turned into wind holes, and it could breathe like a mouth and nose!

According to the current degree, it will take about a year, and the fruit of the Demon Tree will be completely sucked dry by the Breath Microtechnique. At that time, all the pores on the body will be transformed into wind holes.

This kind of metamorphosis is unheard of by Gordon.

But this kind of transformation made his pores unblocked, his breathing volume expanded, and his whole body seemed to give birth to surging waves.

He even gave birth to the mysterious sensation that the entire desert rose and fell with his breath.

As wind holes were formed one by one, Gordon instinctively became familiar with the habits of the wind. Facing the sandstorm, Gordon leaned sideways for a while, leaned back for a while, and constantly adjusted his upper body posture according to the wind. Often, by changing the angle of a subtle angle, most of the wind can be removed.

Still, he was swept away by the wind.

Fortunately, the sandstorm did not last long, and after more than ten minutes, the wind and sand gradually weakened, and the scenery was faintly recognizable.

"Alright, Atai, let go." Gordon's voice was hoarse, his throat was filled with sand, and his whole body was covered in a thick layer of powder, and the slightest movement caused the dust to fall down.

Atai didn't react, and Gordon looked sideways and realized that he was unconscious.

Gordon was stunned for a moment, and struggled to pull the other man's fingers away. The knuckles were so thick and rough that they were so tight that they were about to be broken.

Gordon stepped out of the sand, three feet away, and then the tendons in his calf throbbed. He immediately understood that the expansion of breathing made his body lighter, and the degree of weight was naturally accelerated, almost twice as fast as before. However, his weak ** could not bear this degree, and the guide zhì muscle contusion.

In this way, it was a good thing that the fruit failed to transform into an alien source force, otherwise his body would not be able to adapt to the lightning at all. Like now, the wind holes will transform little by little, and the increase in degree will be gradual, and he can also slowly increase the endurance of his muscles.

Gordon helped Artey untie the rope and slapped him the back a few times.

"Ahh Atai spewed out the sand in his mouth and nose, choking and waking up. He rubbed his eyes and asked in a daze, "Brother, are we alive?" ”

Gordon stared at the purple bruises on his fingers, was silent for a moment, and asked rhetorically, "Do you think you are alive?" ”

At this time, three large sand balls suddenly rolled in the distance, bumped a few times, and "banged" into Atai's body, stopping the rolling.

The two sides cried out in unison, and Atai exclaimed bitterly: "Now I feel like I'm alive!" ”

"We survived!" A large ball of sand laughed, shaking off the dust on its head, revealing a bright red like fire.

"You bastard, untie the shit first!" Another large sand group shouted, using his moving right hand to undo the strip of cloth on his wrist. The three of them tie one wrist to each other with a trouser belt, like a conjoined baby.

Gordon slowly stepped away and observed each other quietly: a smug red boy, a scolding freckled boy, a shy girl with pigtails.

"I said earlier, I am destined to be the protagonist of the epic, how can I die? Do you know what the main character is? It's the beauty I'm on, the adventure I've got it, and the villain I'll fight ......" The red boy chanted in a subdued tone, his spirit was flying, and his spit was flying. Only then did he catch a glimpse of Gordon and Atai, and he paused for a moment, and pounced excitedly, "Oh my God, there are two surviving friends here!" Hello, I'm Saffron, a former apprentice wandering artist, and a legendary hero of the future. Let's give it a hug, let's celebrate the catastrophe and change ourselves and change the world! ”

"My name is Atay, barbarian." Ah Tai hesitated to hug the crocwa, he had never met such a friendly child slave.

"Call me freckles, I'm a vagabond."

"I, my name is Tricy, and my father is a businessman."

"Friend, what about you?" Saffron went to hug Gordon again, and the latter seemed to hug each other, but in fact, his knees were slightly raised, against the other party's crotch. Once the saffron moves, it ensures that he will not be in pain.

"My name is Gordon, and it's a pleasure to meet you." Gordon said with a smile as he gently broke free from the saffron's arms. Saffron is obviously quite scheming, and calling herself the protagonist of the epic is nothing more than a hint that others should be dominated by him, and the benefits should be enjoyed by him alone. Unfortunately, this clumsy method has long been documented in the book.

The freckled boy glanced at Gordon with wariness, pulled the crocus into the corner, bit his ear, and said, "Be careful, Redhair, this guy has a knife hidden in his smile." ”

Saffron disagreed: "Little finch, you are jealous again, it's not your fault that you're not as handsome as him." Rest assured, the stool doesn't look like an anti-corner. ”

The corners of Freckles' mouth twitched: "I've said it many times, don't call me a shit little finch!" Also, the word 'reverse angle' will not be written on the face! Along the way, if it weren't for my cleverness, you would have been killed by many villains! Hey, listen to me, you shit! ”

Saffron had already turned around and started talking to Gordon and Atay. They were originally a large group of people, scattered for various reasons, and were later swept here by a sandstorm.

Gordon felt that the red-haired boy was scheming, he only had one cannon fodder, Atai, but the red-haired man had gathered a large group of cannon fodder!

"Red-haired, we're going to hurry up. The sandstorm has just passed, and there will be no beasts now. Freckles winked at the saffron, suggesting that the two had parted ways.

"Good! Little Sparrow, Cuicui, Atai, Little Stool, let's go out together. Onward, onward! Our journey is a sea of stars! Saffron shook her fist and was in high spirits.

Freckles tugged at his head in despair, and his head fell off so quickly since he met his friend.

Gordon nodded to Atai and followed the three of them. He felt the need to find out what the red-haired boy was trying to do under his nose.

The people discerned their direction and began to hurry.

The saffron is in high spirits, pointing out the scenery along the way, talking highly, her mouth does not stop for a moment, and her voice is like a nightingale.

"Atai, how do bald barbarians comb their pigtails? Do you wear a fake? ”

"Atai, is the pulled out by the barbarians thicker than ours?"

"Little stool, why are you so short, but your surname is tall?"

"Little stool, don't look around, it's too obscene, you have to raise your head and chest and show your courage!"

Gordon's heart is bright, and the red hair is chatting to touch their bottoms. Fortunately, I have received special training from my family, so I can deal with this easily.

"Red hair, don't you have a dry mouth?" Atai licked his thick dry lips and looked at the gushing crocuses in confusion.

"The fountain of wisdom never runs dry." Saffron sings tactfully.

As the sky turns blue, and as dawn approaches, the temperature in the Gobi drops sharply below freezing. Gordon was better, the others were shivering from the cold, and the tongue of the crocus was knotted with cold, and it was impossible to speak.

"It's so cold, let's get warm! Come on, hug it tighter and get warmer! Saffron let out a loud sneeze and put her arms around Freckles, her other arms around Gordon. Gordon took aim at the hand on his shoulder, his elbow slightly crossed, just in case.

Freckles hesitated and put her arms around Atay, who blushed and hugged Tricy.

"Aha, it's like tap dancing!" As the saffron walked, it kicked and jumped happily, raising the sand all the way.

There was silence all around, and the sky and the earth were empty and cold.

The boundless Gobi reflects the small shadows of the teenagers. The five of them were shoulder to shoulder, huddled in a row, and the sour smell of heat emanated from their bodies.

The sour smell is suffocating, yet warm and lingering. No matter how long or long they walk, they can't forget the taste of jì.