As Shawshank gradually pushed aside the dense grass, the sight exposed in front of him made Thunder Lane slightly psychedelic and his scalp tingled.

A pool of water is so pure that it can be seen through to the bottom, and the edges are scattered with large and small stones that rub like jasper, more like a perfect garden carved by artificiality, but with a detached taste. But the perfect pond that would have driven any master of aesthetics mad was still overshadowed by a snow lotus growing on a palm-sized island in the middle.

The jasper-like foliage, the texture of Sissy with slightly transparent colors is clearly and gorgeously distributed. At the top, the eighteen-petaled white lotus-like flowers without a trace of variegated flowers continue to expand slightly and then close, exuding a fresh and attractive taste. Each petal is like a white warm jade, pouring a soft light, and the smooth edges are not at all rough as ordinary plants. This strange plant is more like a work of art than a natural life.

If the water of the pond is the right interpretation of delicacy and beauty to make any master crazy, this plant that does not look like the human world can definitely make them instantly angry. Even Revent, a person who has no cells for art, can't help but be obsessed with it.

But these are not the reasons for his trembling, but because there is a coiled one next to the plant, that is, in the translucent pool water. Dragon! A wurm to be exact, it is collectively referred to as the rainbow of dreams by all humans who are lucky enough to see it. In addition to describing its beauty, it also points out that it is extremely rare, like a rainbow in a dream, which disappears in a short moment.

A horrific magical beast that is so precious that it should be said to be a phantom beast! Lei Wen, who used to be very interested in this kind of thing, went to the college library to check it carefully, so today I recognized its appearance at a glance, but any description in the book became pale in front of the real thing, this is a kind of breathtaking beauty, I can't bear to defile or destroy, it is the honor of a lifetime to see it.

But this time, Revent didn't have the slightest thought of rejoicing in his eyes, and he held back the feeling of skin tightening, and he almost turned around and gave the unlucky man a big mouth. The ninth-level top-level demonic beast, the king beast that dominates the entire continent except for the real dragon clan. Even the top-level Great Sword Saint could only flee under its hands, and this man actually brought himself to prepare to snatch food from its guards!

Whatever that thing is, can it be more important than a small life?!

Almost at the moment of meeting, Lei Wente directly gave up all plans, for fear of alarming the evil god, and quietly arched himself and moved back.

But Shawshank, who had obviously been stimulated to madness by these two things, did not have the slightest consciousness, and grabbed Thunderbolt's retreating body, and said excitedly in his eyes that could kill people.

"The flowers belong to you, and the water in the pool belongs to me, how about it!"

The man's voice was a little hurried, and he gasped with irrepressible excitement from time to time, looking like he had eaten too much. Lei Wen shook off his left hand, which was firmly grasped by the other party, got goosebumps on one arm, and scolded angrily in a low voice.

"Let it go! Your head is burned out, don't drag the fat man to go crazy with you! ”

Shawshank grabbed tighter, for fear that Thunder would run away, and explained hurriedly.

"The thing in that pool is drunken dragon grass, its smell has a fatal attraction to the dragon clan, and within the scope of its taste, the reaction time of the dragon clan will be suppressed to the limit, what kind of help it will have for your purpose, I don't believe I am talking about it."

Revent stopped struggling, squinting his eyes a little moved, if it was really as Shawshank said, that thing would really help him a lot, but he still couldn't make a final decision, the dragon was more deterrent, and listening to the words of this man who was often full of lies was really not an overwhelming weight.

Shawshank on the side seemed to see his thoughts, and immediately patted his chest gently, looking like a gamble and swearing.

"I still have to rely on you to get out of this damn place, you have to know that my old man has no power to protect himself, how can he do such a thing of killing chickens and taking eggs. Rest assured, you have the blood of the purebred dragon clan in your body, and you have absolute authority to suppress all wurms, plus that dragon grass, this dream dragon has absolutely no ability to resist under your hands. ”

This thing has a sincere face, if you don't know his really bad character, maybe Lei Wente really believes it. But now, the more attentive Shawshank explained, the more suspicious he became, and he always felt that there was something terrible hidden in the other party's words, and he was hesitating and couldn't make a decision.

Shawshank was already impatient, taking advantage of the emptiness of his thoughts, he kicked directly to Lei Wente's ass with a vicious kick, and with a strong force, the familiar feeling reverberated throughout his body, and his body rolled out of the grass uncontrollably, **naked under the ferocity of the ninth-level demonic beast.

Struggling to get up from the ground, Revent was about to scold the eighteenth generation of Shawshank's ancestors in his heart, but on the surface he didn't dare to make any movements, standing stiffly in place, and the dream dragon with a psychedelic gaze was already on him.

Fortunately, this time the old man's words were not mixed with too much water, and the dream dragon at this time did not show too much hostility, but after a demonstration-like clear sound, he retracted his head boringly, and continued to put his head to the side of the incomparably beautiful dragon grass flower in fascination.

Quietly let out a breath, but did not dare to relax the tightened body, Lei Wente put all his attention on the dream dragon, trying to move back little by little. Sweat gradually wet his back, even if this ninth-level fierce demonic beast didn't pay attention to his body, the coercion that unconsciously emanated was not something that ordinary people could resist.

What's more, he didn't dare to invoke the slightest bit of fighting energy and magic to protect him now.

Seeing that he could get close to the grass behind him, Revent's eyes even showed a look of hope, but once again he ignored the vicious old man. A bright knife light slashed across the corner of his eyes, and suddenly plunged into his thigh, it was a fruit knife that did not cause great damage, but it only pierced an inch of Leiwente's skin and fell to the ground weakly.

The blood spilling from the wound gradually stained a small trouser leg red, and then stopped, but there was a faint blood in the air. The grass behind him squirmed, and Shawshank sneaked out of it, giving Revent a lewd smile, and arched to another sheltered stone, less than a few meters from the pool.

The hidden dream dragon full of loopholes turned a blind eye, and at the moment when the smell of blood floated to it, the streamlined glow-blue head stood up violently, and stared directly at Lei Wente on the other side, and the original green eyes turned red, and let out a fierce clear roar at him. Then, without waiting for him to react, the dragon-like body twisted violently, and with a light splash of water, it rushed directly towards Lei Wente.

Suddenly, the fat man's three souls were half frightened, and he didn't care about cursing Shawshank, a thing that should go to hell, so he turned around and ran away frantically. It's also a shame that Menglong doesn't know why, just blindly chasing and biting, except for the instinct applied to his body to float, he has never used other killing magic, which also allows Lei Wente to temporarily pick up a small life.

A man and a dragon disappeared into the dense jungle in a blink of an eye, and the old man who stayed in place arched out from behind the stone, patted the dust on his body, and then rushed directly to the edge of the pool, reached out and ripped off the gorgeous flowers in the middle, and then threw them aside, and then took out a large number of bottles and cans from somewhere on his body, and began to fill the pool with an excited face that slowly became turquoise.

A terrible howl came from the edge of the distant forest, and the silent forest was buzzing with turmoil.

"Shawshank! I'll fuck you ancestors! ”

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Early the next morning, Shawshank ran back with an elegant smile, and the whole camp found that their head had disappeared in the middle of the night, and the red-eyed team members surrounded the old man in the middle to question, but he still didn't care.

Sure enough, after a while, the weedy-covered and dusty Lei Wente walked back from the woods on the side.

There was no expected thunderstorm, and the sweat-stained and dirty face even had no extra expression except for some exhaustion. This situation made Shawshank, who had already made hob meat, nervous.

"Dear friend! You're okay, you didn't hit your head yesterday or anything. ”

“。。。。”

Lei Wente's face darkened, and then he was calm again, wiped the sweat on his face indiscriminately, and said lightly.

"Three-seven open!"

"What! You're a little too ruthless. ”

Shawshank jumped up like a cat and retorted incredibly.

"Twenty-eight."

Without any superfluous nonsense, Thunder continued to speak coldly.

“。。。 Other! Thirty-seven is three-seven. ”

Looking at the other party's face that was not gloomy, but extremely depressed, the old man finally realized his determination and hurriedly agreed to the previous allocation. With a painful face, he took out the bottles and cans in his arms with the flowers, and handed them over hesitantly.

Lei Wente didn't look at it, and directly grabbed it and stuffed it into the backpack on the side, opened his squinted eyes, and there was a little less dangerous light in it, which also made the man who wanted to die in distress on the side breathe a sigh of relief.

"Role."

“。。 That dragon grass can make the authentic dragon clan lose their combat effectiveness mentally for a short time, and those soaked water can be made into a life-fishing secret medicine, which is a super good product to save life, and people like us who beg for a living on the knife edge are the most precious things. ”

Explaining the proud baby, Shawshank's eyes lit up, and he greedily glanced at the stuffed and somewhat bulging backpack, and then lowered his head in frustration, now he didn't dare to touch Thunder's moldy head.

Yesterday, he knew that Menglong would go crazy due to a huge sense of crisis under the bloodline of the authentic dragon clan, and then instinctively wanted to protect the dragon grass and attack Thunder Strip, but under the weakening of Thunder Strip Dragon's power, it was generally impossible to cause fatal damage to him, and Shawshank was still very optimistic about the other party's ability to escape, so he made a series of plans based on this.

To put it bluntly, last night Thunder was just a bait, and the guardian who succeeded in luring away the treasure under the plan he had prepared for a long time was just a matter for him to collect at will.

So the fat man who also figured out these halfway was too lazy to care about the facts, since the other party made this decision, he was obviously fearless, and he was not afraid of fighting, so he gave up his plan to retaliate directly by force, and instead asked him directly for most of the loot, at least he had to let himself hide in fear all night There is some value, as for the revenge, he will have the opportunity to pay it off again when he has the opportunity in the future.

Lei Wente's heart secretly made his own calculations, and his face remained unchanged.

Halfway Shawshank shivered for no reason, shrunk his neck, and then continued to study the bottles of water that were treasures.