In a desert where water is scarce, drinking water to wash your face is quite a luxury.

However, the two of them can live without drinking water, and waste is waste.

Anyway, a lot of fruit has been wasted in front of me, and it doesn't hurt to have a little more.

As Keisha rubbed it, the thick dust on her face mixed with water and stirred, slowly turning into mud.

She stopped, as if she had a mud mask on her face.

"How's it going?"

"Wow~" can express a lot of meaning with one action, and Keisha quickly rubbed it again.

The water in the mud was sucked away by the hot air, and gradually hardened, and Keisha was about to turn into clay if she rubbed it any more, so Kane poured some more water.

No wonder he felt like he was kissing the earth every time he snorted, so much dirt.

After rubbing his face and neck, and then pouring water to rinse together, Kane found that Kesha's face was red, but her skin was not as fair as he imagined.

Obviously, I haven't received sunlight for two years underground, and I don't have the conditions to tan, so why isn't my face white?

He quickly figured out that Keisha was a desert and her complexion was not naturally that white, but that didn't affect his liking for Keisha.

The light wheat color is also good, and it looks healthy.

In fact, the most important thing is that the face is good-looking, and it has been proved that as long as there is a face, it can be accepted by the public regardless of whether it is a dead man's paleness or reflective black skin, or even purple skin.

In the process of washing his face, his hair was also wet, and he shook the bag with most of the water, and simply washed his head.

Keisha shampoos her hair is the same as washing her face, it is also a hard rub, her palms are closed, her hair is sandwiched in the middle, and she rubs it back and forth.

The clear water flowed from beginning to end and turned directly into yellow water, and you can imagine how much dust was hidden in it, which was counted down by Kane for a while.

After washing, Keisha wore her wet hair and sparkled in the sun. The eyes were hazy, and there was a drop of crystal water hanging from the tip of the nose.

If you just look at the head, it does have a bit of a beautiful girl's taste.

But Keisha is not a figure or a skunk, it can be separated from the head and body.

He must continue to fight for the final separation of the skin armor!

It was Kane's turn to wash his face, and Keisha took the initiative to come over to help him wipe his face, in fact, he was privately retaliating for his broken mouth just now. rubbed his face with the force of rubbing his back, and wiped out his tears.

Subsequently, seeing the huge changes before and after Kane's face washing, Keisha was stunned, and then suddenly thought of comparing herself...... If his hair and face had been cleaner, maybe the bird dealer wouldn't have been scared away?

But it was over, and Keisha looked up at the sun that was about to set outside the patio, stunned.

Kane noticed her expression and asked her, "Do you want to go up there and have a look?" ”

At this time, the bottom of the patio has been shrouded in shadows, and only the sun is cast on the wall of the well, and many roots can be seen showing a strange pale color under the sunlight.

This is the closest they have come to the surface. She wanted to go up and take a look, but reason kept telling her that it was best not to touch those things.

Otherwise, that carriage is the consequence.

"Yes." Keisha said what was in her mind: "But we can't climb up." ”

"Then try something else, if you want." Kane said.

Keisha nodded, she vaguely knew what Kane wanted to do.

Since devouring the falcon, Skinarmor has unlocked new biological structures. Therefore, Kane may be able to fly to the ground as long as he has wings on his skin armor.

The first bones grew from behind the shoulder blades, and the wingbones were not large, with a wingspan of less than three meters. Kane felt that he would have to at least double his size to carry him away.

But he felt that this was already at his limit, and if it was any bigger, the wings would be too heavy, and his body would lose balance.

Then, a pale substance from the skin and armor spreads along the wing bones, stretching into muscles and feathers.

The black wings were formed, but I didn't expect it to be so heavy, and Kane began to stand unsteadily.

He didn't have to try and knew he couldn't fly, but he still tried to flap his wings.

A litany of questions followed.

First of all, the bone density of humans is greater than that of birds, and the weight of skin armor makes Kane's weight an unavoidable problem.

If he wanted to generate enough power, he would have to increase his wingspan, but that would be unbalanced. Conversely, in order to maintain balance, the wings must not grow too large.

Moreover, he did not develop enough muscles to cause his wings to flapp very weakly, and he could not fly at all.

In addition, the wings are more suitable for gliding, and it is easier to take off from a high place with an updraft, but he is at the bottom of the patio, and the hot air above only spreads downward, and there is no such condition.

The test flight failed, and Kane did not continue to try.

He could see that the wings were not suitable for humans, and perhaps the elytra would be better. I don't know why Kyle, the Angel of Justice, was able to fly with his wings...... Must it be magic, or should it be called the power of the astral spirits?

Kane let the skin armor slowly devour the wings in a brutal process.

The energy consumed to generate this pair of broken wings is no less than that of generating a pair of dark condensation armor, and he is reluctant to waste it, so he can only "eat" it back.

Even so, though, he lost some of his energy.

The devouring of the void is only a complete digestion without producing useless waste, but the process of transformation and shaping cannot be transformed without energy consumption.

Otherwise, what would they do if they still grow into a fixed form? What is convenient becomes anything, and everyone is a monster.

"Forget it." Keisha waited for Kane to finish devouring his wings, then walked over and grabbed his hand: "There is one, there are two, I believe we will find other exits soon." ”

"Actually, there's another way I haven't tried." Kane looked into Kesha's eyes with a serious expression.

"You want to control a hernia? It's too dangerous! Keisha could tell at a glance what he wanted to do. She exclaimed, the idea was crazy.

It's like two bugs rushing into a sundew, what else can happen?

"The composition of a ground hernia is not very different from that of a void creature, as long as it is conscious, I can control it." Kane would love to try out what it's like to have a controlled hernia.

It's just that he was afraid that if he made a rash move, he would activate them all and trap the two of them in the patio.

"Alright then, let's go to the cave and try it, and if something goes wrong, I'll take you away immediately."

"Okay."

The two of them reached the hole at the bottom of the patio, and Kane told Kesha to knock a tendrel down.

The projectile she unleashed hit an exposed tendril, which fell with a dull sound of flesh hitting the ground, twitching for a while like a nerve reflex.

And the main body of the hernia was only slightly shrunk, and it was not completely alive and crazy.

"Good!" Kane gave a smirk, then used the web of consciousness to capture the tendril, trying to get it to do what he wanted.

I saw that the tendrils suddenly began to writhe, and at one moment it snaked forward like a snake, and then it crawled like a worm.

Under Kane's control, it used fierce and strange movements to storm towards the location of the two.