88. Philosophical Title - Only Change Is Constant

Bear, well, that's just the name of the turtle in white Huang.

Psychic; The incarnation of the bear, this is the true name of the skill!

Imagine how shocking it would be for a person to stand up one level tall and powerful! Bai Huang just sketched it in his mind, and he was almost so excited that he collapsed.

Scratching his ears and cheeks, he rushed to the far corner of the nursery, which was full of four or five meters tall trees, and dense artemisia grass, which could not be used as a training ground for transformation.

Behind him, there was also a group of curious Ah Wang Meow, these little things were all wandering outside, and they were rescued to the nursery after meeting him. Now when I saw my master roaring and burrowing into a hidden place, they all followed in a swarm.

Getting into the bushes, Bai Huang tried to calm his mood for a while, and then began to mobilize his mind.

The invisible force began to surge, and on this small hill on the edge of the Yangtze River, the surging vitality rippled out, quiet, quiet, free, uninhibited, and wild...... The properties of the force of nature are revealed layer by layer like peeling an onion, and then melted into a furnace.

Bai Huang suddenly had a strange feeling, as if his body and soul had been separated all of a sudden, and he couldn't do it if he wanted to move his little fingers.

However, this feeling only lasted for a moment, and then his consciousness returned to reality.

Succeed!

Medicine, Chek trouble! Bai Huang was in ecstasy, and the dual perception from his body and mind told him that his virgin transformation had been truly completed.

Merely......

Why does it seem that the sky has suddenly darkened a little?

Bai Huang raised his head suspiciously, this kind of suddenly gloomy weather would generally only occur in midsummer, but now it is late autumn and early winter! And the sunlight that peeked through the leaves clearly overturned his assumptions.

Huh? What's going on, how did the surrounding flowers and trees suddenly become so dense and tall?

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration crossed his mind, prompting him to jerk his head down to check.

At this glance, he directly looked at him as a fart squatting, and sat in the grass with a plop, and he didn't even realize that there were thorns on his buttocks.

Nima pits daddy!

These short little arms and legs, this round and small belly, and a cute white hair......

All of these characteristics point to an animal, the polar bear.

And it's a polar bear cub!

Bai Huang took a deep breath, and then couldn't help but fall into deep thought—this must be the wrong way I opened it!

He comforted himself like this, and then began to brainwash himself, "It's a hallucination, it's a hallucination, and when I open my eyes again, there's a giant short-faced bear...... No, Alaskan Brown Bears...... No, not even a black bear."

Although a certain druid's psychological expectations had dropped again and again, when he opened his eyes, nothing had changed.

Small short legs, small belly, and a cute white hair.

Bai Huang gritted his teeth, stretched out his short little claws, and made a vicious middle finger towards the top of his head.

The system of the grass mud horse, the psychic skill of the grass mud horse!

Can anyone explain that as a combat professional, the druid's first transformation in his life was actually to sell cute? Is this scientific? The enemies of the difficult Dao Rui are all the kind of big-chested and brainless girls who scream and put down their weapons when they see cute things? So the transformation skills are natural selection, and they have slowly evolved into what they are now?

Bullshit! How can it be!

Bai Huang couldn't figure it out, and rolled in the grass in a depressed and tangled manner.

Huh? Is it possible that the profession in the fantasy system, the body and the combat effectiveness are not proportional? And what does it look like, but it doesn't affect the real strength?

Probably, quite possibly! Thinking of this, Bai Huang's heart lit up again, and he hurriedly concentrated and called up the combat effectiveness evaluation system.

After one glance, he couldn't believe his eyes, and when he looked at it again, it was still the same number.

Bai Huang silently turned off the combat effectiveness assessment, facing the river, his heart was like ashes.

But even if it is invisible, the mental trauma is getting more and more painful.

The number 55 is like two sharp sickles, which cut his heart fiercely, making him feel that life is not interesting anymore.

It's not that Bai Huang's psychological tolerance is too poor, but the gap between prediction and reality makes him a little unacceptable for a while.

What about the big bear?

What about the said good fighting machine?

said that the speed is 60 kilometers per hour, it can go up the tree and into the water, and it can sell cute and kill invincible beasts?

The combat power is 55, and even a scumbag human can't be compared, so I'm embarrassed to say that it's a druid transformation? And what's even more deplorable is that with this idiot skill, there is such a high threshold for use, so much harm to him in the past ten days in order to accumulate the power of nature, spending money is like running water, and there is no moderation at all!

After investing so much cost and energy, what he finally got was a useless waste skill, and Bai Huang's depression and annoyance were also reasonable.

Just when he was trying to find an excuse to comfort himself, something slapped him on the head. Bai Huang turned his head in annoyance, and a cat's paw instantly enlarged in his field of vision, and gave him another slap. And looking at the bastard's eager posture, it was obvious that they had found a good toy.

Not only the big yellow civet, but also the three-flower meow and the milk meow next to it, all surrounded with great interest, and behind them, followed by two Chinese pastoral dogs...... Well, earth dogs.

It seems that this group of rebellious Ah Wang Meows are also full of curiosity about the white rolling that suddenly appeared in front of them.

It's the smell of the owner!

But why did it suddenly change - meow?

Seeing the cats and dogs with excited faces and humanized expressions, Bai Huang suddenly became full of cows! Could it be that this skill of transforming into a white roll is just to please your pet?

Then all he can say is that the druid is really a profession without discipline!

Gritting his teeth, he rolled over and got up, and Bai Huang lifted his transformation state with a single thought. He swore that he would never use this humiliating skill in the future.

Well? What is the embodiment of a psychic bear, what is that? Can I eat it?

Bai Huang came out of the bushes with an expressionless face, and picked up a weed from the corner of his forehead expressionlessly, and took out his antique Nokia.

He has more important things to do now, and he doesn't have time to dwell on the problem of turning into a white roll.

Familiarly flipped out the phone book, selected the name of "Nouveau riche Yu", and pressed it.

Although he is a native of Xijiang, he doesn't know much about certain circles. On these issues, Yu Debao, as an insider, obviously has more say in the matter.

"Hello? Uncle Yu? I'm going to trouble you again, I want to ask you something! ”

There was a burst of shouting on the other end of the phone, obviously it was a dinner again, and Yu Debao's angry voice was also a little drunk: "You kid has a lot of, say, what do you want to ask?" ”

Discovering the fact that Big Boss Yu was not particular at all, and he summoned it by the way, which was more convenient than summoning beasts, Bai Huang, who was still depressed just now, suddenly became proud again.