"Serra." The white-haired girl whispered her name, glancing at Ringer with a weak glow.

Ringer nodded.

"Let's go, let me see your body." He followed the rattan behind the girl to the bushes by the pool.

Dense branches and slender blades of grass open automatically, revealing what lies within. The ground is a criss-crossing root system, entrenched like a stout rattan python, interspersed with white bones and a few familiar carapaces.

Ringer glanced at the carapaces, remembering the insect warriors beyond the valley.

"How many other guys like you are here?" He turned back and asked Serra, who had followed him carefully.

"Not a lot," Serra pressed her white fingers against her chin and tilted her head slightly,

"But I don't know how many." She gestured to the rattan behind her that connected to her body.

"Look, I can't leave it, so the range of movement is limited. We all have our own territory and never invade anyone else's territory. Ringer saw the rattan behind her, remembered her frightened look when she said she was going to cut it, and asked, "What will happen to you if I cut it?" A hint of fear flashed in Serra's eyes, and she glanced at Ringer quickly, then lowered her head and fiddled with her slender fingers, and said, "Like a plucked fruit, I will slowly rot and die." But it won't," Serra pointed to the staggered rattans in the grass,

"It grows a new me, I don't know if that's me or not, but I don't want to try."

"Don't worry, I'm just curious, I won't do that." Ringer touched the strands of hair on top of her head. This cold and silky feel is really lovely.

Serra's eyes narrowed slightly, like a pet enjoying the petting of its owner. When the hand on her head left, she reopened her eyes and found that Ringer had suddenly added a crystal clear gadget in his hand.

She hugged Ringer's hand, looked left and right, and looked up and down, with a curious expression.

"Big brother, where did you get it from?" She lives within the limited confines of the valley and certainly doesn't know about small props like space rings.

Ringer placed the glass shot glass in her hand as a beacon for the purpose of collecting her foot-washing, ahem, the juice of the natural plant as a concoction for the drink.

"For me?" Serra asked in surprise, carefully holding her shot glass.

"Hmm."

"Thank you, big brother." Serra hugged Ringer affectionately, her slender arms wrapping around his body like rattans, flattering.

By the time she followed Ringer, her charred hands had regrown. The pitch-black skin peels off, and a new white skin grows in a short time.

Being hugged tightly by this plant girl, Ringer couldn't help but think to herself, her body structure ...... Well, forget it, don't study it, it will feel very perverted.

Ringer let go of such thoughts.

"Why was it only me who heard your laughter?" He suddenly remembered this. Serra raised her face in his chest and said innocently, "Because Big Brother is my prey Oh, uh, I mean just now, now I know how powerful Big Brother is, and I won't want to eat you anymore." Serra buried her head in Ringer's chest, took a deep breath, and licked her lips again.

"As for the big brother's companion, he was targeted by other guys, so we each took what we needed......" ~ Lan Ya felt unprecedented warmth, her body was wrapped, warm, like returning to the state of a baby, back to her mother's womb.

She wanted to go on to sleep and never wake up again. But just then, a big strong hand burst in roughly, grabbed her arm, and dragged her out.

The icy air made her shiver and brought her back to consciousness. She opened her eyes and saw Ringer's face.

"Are you okay?" She finally came to her senses and found herself in Ringer's arms, slimy and wet.

She gradually remembered what had happened before. She followed Ringer, somehow lost, and was confused when she heard Ringer's shout from behind the bushes, and walked over without thinking.

And then—and now, she's found Ringer! Ringer stared at her face as if she had cream on the corner of her mouth.

She couldn't help but blush. At this time, Ringer reached out and wiped the mucus from her face with one finger, then put it in his mouth, showed an approving expression, and nodded.

"You, what are you doing?" Lanya covered her face shyly, only to find that her palms were slippery and full of transparent mucus.

"What is this?"

"Look there." She followed Ringer's finger and saw a terrifying maturous flower growing in the wetland, with bright red petals blooming, and in the center of the five fat petals was a round maw, spitting spewing slime, like a drunken man who has been beaten to vomit.

A chill crept up her spine, and she thought of a terrible truth.

"I just ...... In there? ”

"How does it feel to be inside?" Ringer asked with a smile. Lanya's mouth flattened, and tears welled up in the corners of her eyes.

"Am I almost dead?" Ringer smiled and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and comforted, "I won't let that happen." ”

"Wow, thank you, Ringer." Lan Ya threw away her usual shyness, and with the stimulation of fear, she hugged Ringer.

After a while, Ringer gently patted her on the back.

"Alright, it's time for us to go find Seria."

"Until then, let me burn this damn thing." Lanya picked up her staff and angrily pointed at the plant in front of her that had nearly digested her.

"Don't do that." Ringer grabbed her hand. The small hand was wrapped in Ringer's big hand, and Lan Ya's face turned red.

"Why?" Ringer looked at the giant mouth flower and said, "That's a rare resource." In confusion, Lanya was led by Ringer and left the territory of the Giant Mouth Flower.

Before she could wake up, Ringer had filled a bottle full of flower juice. The producer of this rare material, of course he will not let Lanya burn it.

The two of them hadn't gone far when they suddenly smelled a smell of smoke, which was emitted when damp trees burned.

Following the smoke, Ringer quickly found Seria. Surrounded by flames, she was battling an elf-like green-haired maiden, surrounded by burning branches and tree trunks that were the source of the smoke.

"I don't need to worry about it, that guy." Seeing the lively Seria, Ringer smiled.

But where is the girl's body? He looked around and found no notable plants. At this point, the girl was about to lose, and was kicked to the ground by Seria, and then the fiery fist was about to fall on the girl's head.

"Serya." Ringer hurriedly spoke, stopping Seria from trying to destroy the rare resource.