When the day dawned, the sun came out, and the sun was always like this, because he liked the day.

I woke up in the sun, and I felt warm.

I waited for dawn, but before I knew it, I fell asleep.

Maybe I was too tired, I was tired from the journey, and I had a dream in the middle of the night, and I was very tired, so I didn't know how long it would take me to fall asleep.

This sleep, but not dreaming.

Now I wake up, my mind is very clear, everything that happened is very organized in my mind, the first thing I have to do is to check whether the things that the nine colored fairies and crimson gave me are stored zài, if zài is saved, it means that what happened last night is not a dream, but a journey of my soul; if there is no zài, it is just a dream, except for magic, it is not much different from other dreams. Red-haired dinosaurs have a rich imagination and are not fussy about having some bizarre dreams.

I looked down at my neck.

At some point, I got an extra mole on my neck.

By the way, isn't this the bee venom that Crimson gave me for the jade bee? I felt a burst of excitement in my heart, which fruit?

I clearly saw that not far from this mole, there were a few pear-shaped shiny things, connected together, and a small jade barrel, extremely delicate, their size, even the size of the mole, only the size of a fingernail, I obviously felt that those fruits were very big last night, how did they become so small now?

I can't complain that the Nine Colored Fairy refuses to keep me, let alone let my flesh be a guest, I'm afraid that all his fruits will be picked, and it won't be enough for me to eat, so the Nine Colored Fairy and Crimson They don't drink the northwest wind?

Different time and space, different structures, it is naturally difficult to coexist, and that gap is insurmountable, and this has been the case since ancient times. Real and illusory, big and small, more and less, who can tell the difference?

I pinched one out of the bunch of fruit, shiny, delicate, like a small crystal ball, I had never seen such a small fruit, if it wasn't in the paws, you would have thought it was a dewdrop.

My throat and eyes were dry like smoke, and I didn't know where to find the water source, since it was a fruit, although it didn't do much, but something was better than nothing.

I put the fruit in my mouth, and at first I didn't feel anything, but soon, a sweet, cold smell gradually spread from a small dot to the whole mouth, and then quickly radiated to the whole body. Soon, a thin spring overflowed, and soon overflowed my mouth, and I swallowed a mouthful, with an indescribable feeling of comfort.

The water kept flowing from my mouth to my stomach, and I enjoyed the sweet fruit juice to my heart's content, which seemed to be inexhaustible, until my stomach was full, and it stopped overflowing.

For the first time in a few days, I drank water so openly, and my stomach felt so happy, and I didn't feel hungry, and I felt a lot of strength all at once, and I thought that if I hit a big tree now, it would definitely fall.

But when it will fall, I can't say, maybe now, maybe tomorrow, maybe ten or eight years, or more, or believe it, you can sit under the tree and wait, and if you're lucky, you'll get a rabbit with a broken neck.

Just kidding. However, I did feel that I had an inexhaustible amount of energy, and the fatigue, thirst, hunger, and so on were all gone.

After all, it is a fairy thing, the effect is extraordinary, such a small fruit, I thought it was insignificant, but it has such a great effect when used, then the other treasures will be self-evident, those treasures will definitely help me get out of danger.

Thanks to the Nine Colored Immortals and Crimson, I will definitely live up to your trust and complete my mission, even if I go to the soup and die for a lifetime, I will never take half a step back.

Now, the most important thing for me is to find magenta, my best friend.

It's a big canyon that runs east and west, and I'm standing on the edge of a cliff right now, and I have to go north through this canyon. This Grand Canyon is very wide in some places and narrow in others. The width of the place is seventy or eighty meters, the narrow place is only the length of one or two dinosaurs, the narrowest place, if the step is larger, you can step over, of course, there is a narrower place than this, I don't know, because I haven't been to the full investigation, but what I see in front of me.

Although it was already bright and there was not a trace of clouds, I could not see the bottom of the canyon from the edge of the cliff, I could not see how deep it was, and it was full of fog and dense trees, so I could not see the bottom at all.

I searched along the edge of the cliff for a long time, but I couldn't find a place where I could see the bottom clearly, even in the area where the clouds were relatively thin, and the bottom was dark and rumbling.

I was also looking for a place to go down to the bottom of the canyon, however, I walked for a long time, but I could not find it, this cliff went straight up and down, but it was like a deep well, there was no gentle slope, as long as you took a step, the body would quickly lose its center of gravity, and roll to the bottom like a ball.

I shouted over and over again, but the sound seemed to be sucked into the valley, and there was no echo. Fortunately, I ate the fruit of the Immortal Valley, and my voice did not cry bad.

I suspect that Magenta must have died in the canyon, and even if he didn't, he wouldn't be able to continue his life, and at the bottom of the canyon in the darkness, we mortals couldn't survive except for the gods. We have no wings and will not be able to return to the earth, so we are doomed to death.

I tried a lot of ways, but in the end I rejected them one by one.

I couldn't save him.

I couldn't find the Nine Colored Fairy or the Crimson either. Because when we were separated, neither the Nine Colored Fairy nor Crimson had a way to contact me, and I couldn't get their help, so naturally I couldn't save Magenta.

Blame me, if only I had brought it up to Crimson last night.

I'm sure Crimson will be able to help me find Magenta, dead or alive, he will always find it, and even if she is dead, he will have a way to revive Magenta.

But now I can't reach him.

Magenta, my good friend.

I'll remember you.

Blame your friend for not being able to put all his heart on you and not be able to save you.

I wept bitterly, and the cry echoed through the forest, far and wide, into the deep valley, and I thought that if Magenta were still alive, he would be able to hear it.

Magenta may still be alive.

His ideals have not yet been realized, to be precise, they have not been implemented at all, and God will not call him away from such a dinosaur.

He's going to find a way out of the canyon.

Miracles may happen to him.

I pray, not mourn.