Thinking of this, Wood instinctively wanted to call Professor Crick, but just as Wood was about to speak, he suddenly remembered what had happened last night. So he opened his mouth, but he didn't say anything.

Professor Crick seems to hate being disturbed by him, and Wood sometimes doesn't want anyone to disturb him when he does something very important. Although he doesn't react as strongly as Professor Crick, he will be a little impatient if he is disturbed.

Wood didn't expect this experiment to be so complicated, and when I heard Professor Messy talk about it before, it felt like it was just an ordinary potion. I didn't expect it to be so cumbersome, and one night, Professor Crick hadn't done it well.

Wood waited in the room for a while, and it wasn't long before Wood heard voices from upstairs. Wood hurriedly finished it, quickly picked up a book and opened it at random. When Professor Crick came down from the second floor, he saw this scene.

I saw Wood sitting quietly on the sofa, reading a book by himself.

"Professor Crick, I'm sorry I didn't expect this potion to be so cumbersome to make. Wood was upset at the thought that Professor Crick hadn't rested all night just to make this potion for himself.

"Actually, I did it a long time ago, but I just saw that you read very seriously, so I didn't bother you. Professor Crick said unimpressedly, feeling that he had done so in a well-thought-out manner.

Hearing Professor Crick's explanation, the corners of Wood's mouth couldn't help twitching a few times, it seemed that he was going to correct this problem in the future. When I read a book by myself, I am always very engaged and selfless. So much so that they forget where they are.

Professor Crick himself doesn't want to be disturbed by others, so it's natural to think that others are like this.

"The potion is ready, I hope it will help you. Professor Crick spread his palm, and there was a small bottle full of clear potions, not too large. It's the same color as the last time Wood used, and it's all transparent.

This potion, as long as the first drop on your own eyes, will do. So, although it was a small bottle, Wood felt that it was enough for himself.

"Definitely, thank you!"

Wood said a lot of thanks, and finally saw Professor Crick's indifferent look, Wood didn't stay any longer, but left with the potion.

The early morning sun shone right around the house, enveloping Professor Crick's residence in a peaceful light. From a distance, it makes people feel like an illusion.

Wood walked a long way, and when he looked back, he could still see the lonely-looking figure standing on the balcony on the second floor. If Professor Crick hadn't disliked himself, he would have been able to come here more often in the future. Even if you don't speak, it's good to read a book here by yourself.

Wood used to live alone, and he was most aware of this loneliness. If you can, even if you have a company by your side who doesn't speak or make a sound, you will feel that you are not alone.

Wood was glad that he had discovered that he had a knack for making small animals do his bidding. So, whenever night falls, he gathers the small animals around him to his place.

Later, the little animals didn't need to be summoned by Wood at night, and they would come to Wood's side of their own accord. When dawn comes, they quietly leave in search of food.

Thinking of this, Wood couldn't help but think of a little hedgehog. Once, the little hedgehog brought back a wild fruit for himself, and stuck it in his spikes. There were many holes in it, but it was the best fruit Wood had ever tasted.

Now that I'm here, it's naturally not allowed to summon small animals.

I can't see the animals, but I have a big pet. Wood thought that he hadn't been to see a pterosaur in the past few days, and wondered if it would feel lonely there.

Because the potion was not easy to obtain, Wood put the potion back before going to see the pterodactyl.

It was just dawn, and everyone had not yet gotten up, and Wood came to the abyss alone, and as soon as he closed his eyes, he heard the sound of flapping wings below.

On the way here just now, Wood was already silently summoning the pterodactyl, and it must have been the pterosaur that had already heard Wood's footsteps.

With a smile on his face, Wood closed his eyes before he saw the pterodactyl, jumped into the bottomless abyss.

With the gentle wind singing in his ears and the soft sun shining on him, for a moment, Wood felt like he was back in his mother's arms.

In mid-air, the pterosaur flew and caught Wood firmly, and Wood's body landed on the pterodactyl's soft wings, and he didn't feel any pain at all. The pterosaur sped up, the wind whistling in his ears.

Wood still didn't open his eyes, for he enjoyed the feeling of being in his mother's arms. The pterosaur is not known here, but its range is not too restricted.

Because this is a forbidden area, almost no one will find it here. The pterosaur was moving rapidly in the low sky, and in the sparse woods, it could even shuttle automatically. This is something that a behemoth should enjoy, but like a delphinium that has lived in the woods for a long time.

Feeling that it was almost over, Wood gently patted the pterodactyl's back, and the pterosaur comprehended and led Wood into the bottom of the abyss. This is where the pterosaur lived for a long time, and for the sake of Wood, just to protect Wood's safety, it chose to guard here alone.

"You know, we've got a new classmate here, and there's a good chance he'll be my classmate in the future. He didn't like it, but I think he'd stay here eventually. What do you think?" Wood whispered, and behind him, the black, smoke-shrouded wall. Before, it was a bottomless tunnel.

The pterodactyl's throat let out a hiss, and Wood couldn't help but shake his head when he heard it.

The pterosaur was saying: you have to be careful of this person.

But Wood smiled as if he didn't care and said, "I naturally knew that I should be careful with everyone who appeared around me, but he didn't do anything to me. He's just, a little weird, he doesn't like to talk much. He can't even remember what happened to him, and I'm trying to figure out a way to get him back to his old memories. Whether or not he wants to stay here in the future, those memories are very important to him. "Wood seemed to be talking to the pterodactyl, and it was like talking to himself.