At some point, Kozan wrapped up a large towel, walked to a small pool, and slid in.

Seeing this, Iron Slag immediately ran to the corner, took off his military uniform, wrapped a large towel around it, and then jumped into a large pool near Kozan in a hurry.

"Friends! Wait ......" Kozan just wanted to stop it, but it was too late. I only heard a "plop" sound, followed by an angry scolding.

"Wow!" The moment he entered the water, the iron slag was so scalded that even the insect shell grew out, and he suddenly jumped up with his hands and feet.

"The Worm Carapace of the Norseth family is indeed one of the best rare abilities." Looking at the bladed carapace on Iron Slag's body, Cole sighed. If an ordinary person falls into this 80-degree hot water, even if it is not life-threatening, he will have to lose his skin. Although most insectivates are very resilient and can grow back even if they lose a layer of skin, they are sure to be in pain for a long time.

"I once heard a friend say that the abilities of the wormers are not inherited, but why would the Norses inherit the same abilities?" Iron Slag asked.

Even in the heyday of the Temple of Glory more than a hundred years ago, there was no clear answer to this point, Kozan said. According to the theories of scientists, since the worming mutation is an atavistic mutation, it is not hereditary. But in fact, some large families of insects still inherit a fixed ability to insects. To date, there are thirty-one families recorded in the Temple of Splendor database that possess genetic abilities, and the insect carapace of Norseth is one of them. However, Kozan looked at the barbed carapace on the iron slag and was a little puzzled. Because before the iron slag came, he had carefully looked through the family tree of the Norseth family, and according to the description inside, the insect carapace had no spikes.

"Where's this?" Iron Slag grinned, and his whole body suddenly exerted force. In an instant, six blade knots slammed out of their backs!

"Insect Joint!" Kozan exclaimed, and then climbed out of the pool and took a closer look. I saw that the six knuckles of the iron slag were long and pointed, wrapped in a thick stratum corneum, and the tips were dark gold, with some crystal feeling.

After a moment of silence, Kozan seemed to remember something, and asked if the ability of the iron slag was innately inherited, or acquired, or copied by genetic plunder. Iron Slag replied that this ability had suddenly awakened when he was fifteen years old. At that time, it seemed that he had encountered some danger, and he had forgotten the specific situation a little, anyway, before he knew it, he had grown these six joints.

"You wait here, I'll go back for a while." With that, Kozan wrapped himself in a large towel and walked out quickly.

Looking at the back of the hurried departure, the iron slag scratched his hair. It was freezing on this day, and the old man actually forgot to put on his clothes, wrapped himself in a big towel and went out......

However, although the old man's face looked old, his body was very strong, and after removing his shirt, his tan skin was shiny and shiny, so he should not be afraid of the cold.

When Kozan was far away, Iron Slag quickly came to the former's discarded clothes, and after fumbling for a while, he found a string of large, colorful wooden beads. He was interested in things before, because when he got close, he could smell a faint woody fragrance, but after all, it was the other party's accessories, even if he was curious, it was not easy to show it directly.

This string of large wooden beads was a little heavy in his hand, and he checked it, and it was estimated that it weighed more than ten kilograms. The color of each bead is different, there are dark red, light red, brown red, dark blue, black, gray, in short, there are any colors. The surface of the wooden beads is very smooth, slightly cool to hold, and feels very hard. If you look closely, the grain of the wood beads is very dense, and I don't know what kind of wood it is made of.

After fiddling with it for a while, he didn't find anything special, and suddenly lost interest, put it back in his clothes, and then found a pool, tried the water temperature and slid in.

The warm water wraps around the body, and the pores of the whole body naturally open, making it feel very comfortable. He hadn't showered in months, he hadn't changed his clothes, and he had soaked and soaked in the sea, and his clothes were stained with a lot of salt, and his whole body was slimy. But he was also used to it, and when the old man was alive, he could still take a bath twice a month. But after the death of the old man Tie, he barely bathed from the age of eight to fifteen.

He still remembers the first time he took a bath in Lena's bathroom, only to soak in the water of the bathtub that had been blackened. When Lena helped him wipe his back, she also felt sorry for herself, "Why did I kiss him just now?" What the hell do I think......"

Everything about that day seems to be still vivid. Although it was not the first time he had met a woman at that time, the pleasure it brought him was unprecedented. As early as a few months ago, he tried it with the big fat guy Lu Shanhai in the alley, and it felt like that, it was quite interesting at the beginning, but it was not interesting at the end. After all, the women in the streets will have a rancid smell on their bodies, and I don't know if it's caused by the living environment or some other reason.

Lena is different, with a faint milky smell on her body, which smells very good. Moreover, her body is unusually strong, and it doesn't matter how much she tosses. He only needs to worry about whether he will get hurt, and he doesn't have to worry about whether the other party will be okay at all......

However, his feelings for Lena are very complicated. Ever since she came to Iron Mountain, he has had a new nickname - "The Little Black Face of the Sheriff's Family".

In the beginning, the people of Iron Mountain Town talked about him behind his back, saying that he was "the little white face of the sheriff's family". Later, after someone came back from Sand City and saw the real little white face, he put forward a new point of view: the skin of the iron slag is not white, and it does not meet the standard of the little white face......

Of course, people didn't dare to say it in front of him, but it was impossible to stop it from talking about it behind his back. It's like one day, he went to Lena's office to play, and met the big fat guy Lu Shanhai on the way. The first thing Lu Shanhai said when he met was: "Brother Tie, are you going to eat milk again?" ”

At that time, he angrily took action, beat the other party fat, and broke at least two ribs, but the situation still did not improve.

"You see, the little black face has gone to the sheriff again." "Alas, how nice it would be if I had this life......" "Look, the told him to go back to feeding...... "Envy, let me go, live ten years less, no! Twenty years have been ......" and other topics are very hot in Iron Mountain Town.

Although there is no shortage of people who envy him, he does not appreciate it at all. As one of the teenage bullies in Iron Mountain Town, he is extremely disgusted by this title and these discussions. He only felt that the accumulated power of many years was plummeting. Even the kids playing in the streets know about it. When they saw him from afar, they scattered in a hurry, and then hid in the alleys and corners, watching him whisper. As for the content, I guess it was all heard by adults during discussions.

He can't deal with children, though he wants to......

Between thoughts, an hour passed......

Just when the iron slag soaked in water and his skin was about to turn white, Kozan finally returned. I saw that his head was covered with ice slag, but his face was still so ruddy, and he couldn't tell that he was running around in the ice and snow at all. After returning, Kozan explained the situation to the iron slag in detail. According to the genealogy of the Norseth family, One-Eyed Noses' abilities are wormshells and knotted feet. This means that the identity of iron slag is further clarified.

Watching the old man rush around for this bit of information, just to prove his identity, the iron slag suddenly had an indescribable sense of heaviness. Those relatives who have never met, where are they and are they still alive......

Thinking about it, Kozan handed over a package, saying that it was a snowbear leather garment, warmer than his tarpaulin uniform. Iron slag crawled out of the water, took the package and opened it, revealing a set of white fluffy clothes. When you put it on, it feels like the right size. Flipping over the collar, the thread inside is very new, probably sewn in the past two days. He tugged it repeatedly, and felt that the texture of the clothing was tough, warm and comfortable. At this time, Kozan took his old military uniform and washed it in warm water.

As soon as he had finished taking a shower and changed into new clothes, Iron Slag was in a very happy mood, walked to the pool and squatted down, patted Kozan on the shoulder, and offered to drink a glass of ice crystal fruit wine.

Kozan rubbed his clothes and answered the question. It used to be the sacred pool of the Temple of Glory, and in the past, when there were many people, in order to ensure that the water source was clean, they could only come in and take a bath once every three months. And every time you have to queue up, from the entrance of the cave to the inside of the cave, it is very lively.

"When you took a shower, would you have a glass of wine and have a chat?" Iron Slag asked.

"Of course ......," Kozan subconsciously replied, "Every time after a shower, we light a bonfire......

"And then?" Iron Slag continued to ask.

"Then go back to sleep." Kozan came back to his senses and quickly changed his words.

"Don't you have a drink before you go to bed?" Iron Slag asked persistently. In desperation, Kozan had no choice but to say that he would go to the Endless Forest Sea tomorrow and give him another drink if he could pick an ice crystal berry.

Then, after Kozan had finished his laundry, the two returned to the castle. Kozan's schedule was regular, and he soon went back to his room to rest. Before going to bed, Iron Slag asked where the fuel was, and Kozan said that there was a large oil tank on the north side of the castle, and there was fuel there.

When Iron Slag returned to the room, he immediately pushed the red comet out of the castle. It didn't take long for him to find the location of the big tank. More than 200 meters from the castle, six cylindrical tanks, larger than an ordinary tanker, are surrounded by iron shelves and lay flat on the ground. All tanks are covered with a thick tarp. Iron Slag finds the usual oil tank and fills the red comet with fuel.

[The body is full, it feels so good] The red comet flashed the headlights, and the girl's excited voice was heard, [Little iron slag, let's go for a ride!] ]

"Next time, we have something to do tonight." Iron Slag stepped onto the locomotive and drove back to the castle. After entering the door, he did not immediately go back to his room to sleep, but asked Alice to turn off the engine, use the battery, and quietly arrived at Valhalla......