"Agnè? It's a familiar name, so if I've heard it somewhere. Simon Satoshi heard the figure being discussed in the mouths of the vegetative people called Agnès, and he thought to himself.

As he followed the group of vegetative people in this direction, he watched as the route gradually approached the wall, and he saw that an arched doorway appeared on top of the black wall, as if it was possible to enter the wall from here.

This arched doorway is very high, and I don't know how it was built, but when I look through the arched doorway, it is dark inside, and I can't see anything inside the huge wall.

"What's inside this wall? Who built it? What was it built for? And how was it built? Is this the central city? Simon Satoshi was so full of questions that he didn't know how to answer.

When Satoshi followed the vegetative people to the entrance of the arched door, he found that there was already a large circle of vegetative people here, all chattering about something.

Satoshi approached, and then what he saw made him not know what mood to express, the guard standing outside the arched doorway was completely human.

The guards were all dressed in black armor, but not helmets, and they held black spears in their hands, most notably with a tuft of green hair on their hair, which resembled the leaves of a plant rather than human hair.

Simon seems to understand, these are all perfect implants, and they have evolved into human appearance, so everything is perfect?

Next to the arched doorway there was a large cart, the back of which was flat and could hold all kinds of goods, and now there was a black cube behind it.

The black cube was similar to the one that Simon Satoshi encountered on the way to the black wall, and he couldn't understand what it was then, and he still doesn't understand it now.

There were also a few perfect planters standing next to the cart, and one of them stood next to the black cube behind the vehicle, and then Simon saw that he inserted the spear in his hand into the black cube, and the spear entered from the intersection of the two sides of the black cube, and then this perfect planter used his strength to part, and one side of the cube fell.

Simon Satoshi saw that this black cube was hollow, and it seemed to have endless darkness inside, and that darkness could swallow all the light, which was extremely terrifying.

Then he saw that the perfect planter casually dug into the black cube, grabbed out a vegetative man with a withered body and a yellow body, and then roughly threw the vegetative man who didn't know whether he was dead or alive to the ground, as if he was holding it and dirty his own hands.

"This black cube was originally used to lock up vegetative people, are the ones I met all vegetative people locked up by perfect planters?" Ximen Cong felt a chill in his body, as if he was walking in the cold winter wind and snow of Layue in a single coat.

The mimostry man also saw the vegetative man being thrown from the black cube, and instead of speaking, his body trembled slightly.

At this time, the plant people around Simon Cong rioted, and they all rushed towards the plant man on the ground, excited, curious, excited, and sympathetic.

"It's dead, let's see if it's dead. Don't stand in my way. ”

"It's time to die this time, I don't know if I want to rush into the central city, I really damn it."

"Hehe, this time it's the right thing to press it to death, and I'm happy to see it die motionless."

"Oh, that's pathetic."

Simon Stoshi heard the chatter of the plant people around him, and he followed him closer to the seemingly dead vegetative person.

"Not dead, not dead." The first approaching vegetative man placed the leaves on his head on the vegetative man's body and made a judgment.

"How can you not die, impossible, I'll see." The second vegetative man also put the leaves on his head on the vegetative man, "It's really not dead, hey, I pressed a few light source stones to bet that it would die, I knew that it wouldn't die, the odds are scary." ”

More and more vegetative people touched the vegetative man with the leaves on their heads, and finally determined that the vegetative man was not completely dead.

After knowing this result, some vegetative people scolded, some vegetative people were indifferent, some vegetative people sighed, and some vegetative people were curious.

At this time, a perfect plant man spoke, "You all disperse, hey, why is this damn thing not dead, according to the rules, it will be put in the black prison for a while, and then open it to confirm its life and death until it is dead, and trouble me to drive it into the black prison." ”

Satoshi Ximen heard that this perfect planting voice was very good, it was an elegant male voice, and the tone of the voice was just right for people to listen to.

Hearing this perfect planter say this, the plants in the circle all left quickly, and they didn't even look back, as if they were afraid of something.

Simon Satoshi and Mimosa Man also left here with a large group of plant people, and Simon Stoshi also quietly glanced back, and saw that the vegetative man was put in the black prison by the perfect plant man again, and then the cart started and drove quickly in one direction.

"Hey, poor man, it's cruel to be a perfect plant." A vegetative man walking next to Ximen Cong sighed, its hair was a few withered rattans, not a single leaf, it seemed to be very old, many parts of its body had turned yellow, and it walked tremblingly, but its speed did not decrease.

When Simon Satoshi heard it say this, he immediately answered and asked, "Who is that vegetative person?" What's going on with it? ”

Hearing Simon Satoshi's question, the old vegetative man with withered rattan hair glanced at Simon Satoshi before saying, "You just came?" Don't even know about it? ”

"I've only been here for a short time." Simon Satoshi replied honestly, he didn't see the wanted warrant for them in this town, and he thought that his appearance here would be dark under the lights, and Perfect Planter shouldn't have thought of it.

"There aren't many enterprising young people now, like when I was younger, there were a lot of people coming to this out-of-town town. We all want to be able to enter the Central City and evolve into the Perfect Planter, but now there are fewer and fewer people coming, because it is too difficult to enter the Center City, and the Perfect Planter will not let us in, they treat us as completely aliens, obviously we are all plant evolution, but their evolution stage is a little bit earlier. The old vegetative man said, as if he was still recalling something, and there was inexplicable emotion in his eyes.

"And what are you doing here?" Satoshi Ximen asked.

"Hopefully, staying at the gate of the Center City will be able to fantasize about being able to enter one day, and besides, I'm very old, I don't know how long I've been here, and I don't want to go anywhere else, so let me die here." It is better to die with a fantasy hope than to die in despair. The old vegetative man continued, his tone was very vicissitudes, and his words also revealed his sadness.

"yes, hope is always extremely important to people, by the way, what the hell was going on with that vegetative man just now?" Simon sighed and continued to lead the conversation to the vegetative man who was confusing him.