Between the mountains, the mountains stretch and are magnificent. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoThe eyes are full of greenery, and the blue sea is turbulent. Extremely terrifying to the soul. Especially when standing on the body of a bird and looking out.

Of course, it's a different story if the bird flies low......

"Damn it, don't keep going through the branches! there's no mother bird there!"

Luger squatted and hugged his head, and the overwhelming branches fell like a shower, and he shivered in pain.

The most famous tree in Belnans is the Emerald Thorn Tree. The four seasons are evergreen, the branches are tough, and they are full of horn thorns, and a clump of branches brushes down, which can draw a person into a bloody person. Moreover, this kind of tree is extremely vigorous, and in a large group of seeds, it can often survive seventy percent, and more than half of the trees can take root smoothly.

Every year just to clean up the emerald thorn tree, the noble gentlemen of Belnans have to pay a large amount of taxes.

Because there are so many of them.

When you leave the city, when you can't see the wheat fields, almost all you see are emerald thorn trees.

Shaking off the insects that had fallen in, Luger grabbed it casually, tore off the sleeves that had been cut into strips, and then looked down at it, and simply ripped off the entire shirt.

Along the way, I was brushed too many times by the branches of the Emerald Thorn Tree, and this dress was almost the same as not wearing it.

There was no foot in the air, and a back-pull suddenly pulled Luger's head.

Tumbling, he soared into the air.

Seeing that he was about to be thrown off the bird's body, fortunately, the four gray feathers tied to Luger's limbs formed four interlaced dim halos, and a faint air blast sounded, allowing him to temporarily break free from the shackles of air currents and gravity, and fall back to the bird's body steadily.

"Sooner or later, I will kill you. He grinned, but Luger muttered quietly.

After all, this is a gray-winged mountain vulture that is about to become a rare species.

Especially the terrifyingly large size of the other party, that is, most rare species of monsters, even if they are hungry for many days until they really can't find food, will not try to attack this bird monster.

It's so hard to kill!

Frowning, swept away by the gray-winged vulture, Luger sighed slightly, and he had no choice but to walk to the narrow cabin fixed to the bird's back.

The whole body of the wooden house is like a strange tree growing directly, there is no sign of man-made, it is full of verdant strange vines, and in the place of the window, a few branches fly out, blooming with scattered white flowers, which is very emotional.

There was no door, and in the hollow doorway were two small wine barrels hanging from it.

On each barrel, there is a concise and clear atrium text: This is the Clown Lady's home......

It seems that this essence is completely hopeless.

Smacking his mouth, Luger leaned short and slipped under the barrel. These two things are not to be touched casually, there is no good wine in them, and they are not for pranks.

Luger couldn't describe what was inside, only that when he got up from bed in the morning, he saw two hazy shadows crawling into the barrel, and then in an instant, after the three attributes in his field of vision, a vicious arrow appeared in the direction of the direction.

The arrow disappeared only after drinking a bad drink that the woman had prepared for him.

However, his three stats have each permanently decreased by 0.03.

This made Luger unable to speak for a while, and looking at the only 0.07 evasion index in his field of vision, he could be sure of how he would fight in the future-

A big monkey with well-developed limbs, a simple mind, and no tail!

Inexplicable sadness flows backwards......

After Luger's attack and defense attribute index exceeded "1", his physique increased a lot in just a few days. Nearly two meters tall, it looks like a little giant.

The cabin is not very large, and it is almost a whole combination of bedroom, kitchen and laboratory.

The bed with the rope board had been put away, and the quilt was hung on the wall. The object used to hold it in place was also strange, with a metallic sheen, but for some reason, Luger looked at this thing and thought that it should be alive, and it was also of the kind that was extremely tenacious.

Half of the breakfast table was torn apart, and the still half was turned over to become an experimental table.

There were some familiar utensils fixed on them, but more of them, they were vessels he hadn't even heard of, and they were supposed to be the characteristic experimental tools of the wizards of this world.

Lugar had no surprises.

After all, even the alcohol lamp made by Gehr was different from what he remembered.

At this time, according to the time calculation method in the machine brain, it should be noon, but looking at the woman who was still on the edge of the experimental table, playing with strange monsters, Luger felt that he still leaned on the window to count the bird feathers.

Wizards are the strangest of the few who possess extraordinary powers, as they have never been in the habit of collecting books, and are generally only used to carrying a notebook with them.

If an outsider wants to see a wizard's notes, there is only one possibility: the wizard is dead.

Here Lugar could not even read a book, except for one piece of manual labor.

Seeing Luger come in, the little girl-like wizard quickly plugged some open bottles, and then flicked the spilled material powder empty-handed, transparent water streaks appeared, and the materials, including some metal ores, all turned into smoke and were evaporated.

Skillfully closing the other half of the table, she beckoned Luger over.

"Got lunch?"

"If you don't replenish material consumption, how can you give birth to offspring. Still dressed in the same long robe, still with nothing in it, the woman, with her long hair scattered, sat down beside Lugar.

Luger tugged at the corners of his mouth, but didn't say anything.

With the clues collected by the machine brain, he has found that this woman really wants an offspring. And the reason, according to his speculation, should be that these people with extraordinary strength have become different from ordinary people, and their abilities have been greatly weakened in terms of reproduction.

Even if you want to have this desire, you also need to rely on the cooperation of witchcraft potions.

Otherwise, how to explain it, from yesterday to today, she had to drink a bottle of potion from time to time, and then her face would change instantly, from expressionless to flushed cheeks.

Just glancing at what was in front of him, Luger was stunned.

"Just drink this?"

It was a bottle of emerald green potion, and it was a little familiar, and after observing it for a while, Luger was sure that it was the kind that the witch had drunk before.

He thought for a moment, and instead of saying, "This is not what you drank," he asked, "What's the use of that?"

"Aphrodisiac. ”

"......" Luger picked at the corner of his eye, and sure enough, he didn't expect it. He pointed to himself and pretended to be strange, "I want to drink?"

"It's only two minutes at a time, why don't you drink it?" the woman was even stranger than he was.

"You don't just want a offspring...... Luger's face immediately turned green, but he said this with a particularly lack of confidence.

"But it's very unpleasant!" stared at Luger, the woman stumbled, and said with a sense of gnashing of teeth.