"Damn old cousin, don't let you fall into the hands of Lao Tzu!"

In the depths of Zhang Dong's soul, Wei Sidong scolded while reining his tracks. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info is very troubled by his current luck, and he wonders if the goddess of luck and the goddess of bad luck are working behind his back to make his luck worse.

Otherwise, how could he have encountered so many bad things now?

"His grandmother's!"

"When did you do it?"

Viston was thinking wildly, when suddenly, he felt his now parasitic body change direction with the direction of the tornado's rotation, turning in the opposite direction.

"Well, why has the direction changed?"

Furrowing his own rugged brow, Veston was surprised by the situation.

"Is that guy out there?"

Because he didn't dare to probe outside, Weston could only guess the situation outside based on his previous experience based on the fluctuations felt by this sojourner, but he could only guess a general situation, and he couldn't be sure of the real situation outside.

"But I can't feel the slightest energy fluctuation. ”

"It stands to reason that there can't be a guy with this strength in this world, what's going on with this guy outside?"

"Do you mean ......?"

Weston felt the calm tornado without a trace of energy fluctuations, and slowly made a judgment in his heart.

Now, there is only one thing he needs to do:

That is to hide your tracks.

The guy who destroyed the tornado outside was no longer a concern, and the only thing that really needed attention was the powerful flame creature hiding behind it.

Can't let that guy be the last fisherman.

It's okay to say that the guy who fell into the hands of the guy who destroyed the tornado, with his means, he will definitely be able to convince that guy. But if he fell into the hands of that flame creature, then there was probably only one way to go.

Thirty seconds later.

Viston's body slammed into the messy opposite side of the ground. After him, the sound of a heavy object falling on the ground reached the "ears" of Veston's sojourning body.

"Damn, if those things fall on Lao Tzu, they will have to be pressed out. ”

He didn't care if he said that his intestines were not intestines, what he really cared about was the guy who destroyed the tornado outside, and the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground covered out all the movement, and it was difficult to detect other sounds.

This is a very serious interference with his perception, and this body alone cannot detect anything except the sound of the heavy object falling to the ground.

Sure enough, as Veston expected, the things rolled up by the tornado landed from the air one after another, constantly smashing on the ground and Veston's body.

Although those are just some light items, falling from a high altitude, even if they are just some ordinary light items, under the acceleration of gravity, it is not a light thing to smash on the body.

What's more, there are not many things that have been brought up by tornadoes.

Although it wasn't his body now, he didn't care that much. But the body is the capital of the revolution, and now that he is bound to Zhang Dong's soul, the energy is not enough to support the consumption of replacing the body, and it is estimated that it can only be consumed in this body for a long time.

If it really smashed him, then his days of freedom would probably come to an end. Without strength, it is estimated that he will not survive for too long in this primeval jungle.

Although there is a tribe to rely on, how much strength can be left after such a direct destruction of the Yellow Dragon?

After the tornado, will it be able to withstand the attacks of those greedy marauders?

How much strength will be left after that?

Can it support his growth?

Slightly stimulated Zhang Dong's body, trying to make him curl up his body, try to avoid exposing his body to the waste in the sky, and reduce the damaged area of his body.

But the idea is good, but the reality is cruel.

After being stimulated by Veston, Zhang Dong began to curl up as he thought. But soon, Zhang Dong stopped curling up and was stuck in the stomach that had never been digested. Since Zhang Dong's current body is only a herbivorous insect, he does not have the ability to digest the flesh of the large needle bee he killed, as well as the exoskeleton and the three "guns". So one of them accumulated in Zhang Dong's stomach and couldn't digest it for a long time.

Now, Zhang Dong wanted to curl up, but he was stopped by the big belly, and it was always difficult to move forward, coiled into a circle.

"Damn, I actually forgot this stubble!"

After feeling the pain coming back from his body, Wiston quickly identified the problem and discovered the cause.

"Hey, I guess there's no hurry to get it now, so be it. ”

Sighing deeply, Veston's non-existent heart was very heavy,

A garbage rain stopped in less than half a minute.

Viston took a deep breath and held his breath, trying to restrain his presence while carefully feeling the information received by this body.

"Well, how can there be so many people?"

Feeling the information received by the body in general, Viston noticed that the sound of insects flapping their wings and the breeze they carried were all around.

I wanted to clearly find out the number of those insects, but because there was too much media through which the information passed, it was difficult to distinguish the number contained in it, and I could only feel the approximate number.

"One hundred!"

That's the approximate amount that Viston can detect from that meager piece of information.

Although there will inevitably be errors, it is not too far off. No matter how weak he was, he couldn't go wrong in such a place.

"How can there be so many 'people'?"

After coming up with such a figure, Viston was very surprised. Veston didn't have a good impression of these insects, because it involved a memory he didn't want to recall.

When he first entered the astral plane, he was still very excited, and he was still very hungry in the face of endless possibilities, endless adventures, and endless knowledge.

But soon, his boiling blood gradually cooled down.

It is only because it has discovered that this astral realm not only has endless possibilities, endless adventures, and endless knowledge, but it also has endless loneliness, endless loneliness, and endless dangers.

This astral plane is like a book, if you want to get the benefits of it, you have to read it thoroughly, so that you can get knowledge and benefits from it.

But the book Astral is not usually thick and complicated, and the benefits are not so easy to obtain. Because the really good things don't come out on the surface, they tend to be hidden in the depths, hidden in a word and paragraph.

If you don't have enough patience, if you don't have enough eyesight, you don't know even if those things are placed in front of your eyes.