The early morning sun cast a long shadow in front of Li Xiang, who was running by the shore of Tingchao Lake. The big boy who runs after the shadow has an ugly posture, small steps, and slow frequency, which is very reminiscent of the twilight old man in the park who exercises in the morning. In order to cooperate with him, Mingshu had to run forward with high legs.

He was wearing a blue tracksuit, which Mingshu had prepared for him and had grown out of the ground.

When he woke up in the morning, he saw that the window film had become as thin as a cicada's wings, and the sunlight jumped into the room through the window film, and the wisps of dark lines were printed on the simple gel floor without a trace of change, Li Xiang was in a very good mood. But at this moment, he even wants to die, this place is really not for people. However, Mingshu beside him didn't get tired all the way to raise his legs, and he could only take small steps forward. Mingshu kept shouting on the side, "Li Xiang, come on!" "Li Xiang, you can do it." "Cheer him on.

"This girl is so energetic. Li Xiang thought so. In fact, it is not only Yang Mingshu who is energetic, but also listening to the tide lake, and the sound of the turbulent waves of the lake has never stopped.

After running out of the road for a while, Li Xiang put his tired hands on his knees, panting and asking how far he had run?

"It's a mile!" Mingshu replied, but her feet didn't stop, but her movements turned into fast small steps, and after running more than ten meters, she turned back again.

It's only a mile away, and it's more tiring than running a thousand meters before. Watching Mingshu tossing back and forth in front of him, he wanted to say that you have ADHD, but when the words came to his lips, he became "You are in good health".

Mingshu replied, "Li Xiang, you can do it too." He was a little dizzy, he couldn't connect Mingshu in front of him with the girl who danced yesterday.

He lowered his head, gasped for breath, saw the sportswear on his body, and suddenly remembered the problem he had missed yesterday. He asked, "Do you have all the things here that grow?" and he was out of breath when he spoke.

Mingshu has changed to a half-squat jump at this time, she was happy to hear this, she almost couldn't do the half-squat jump, she deliberately didn't answer his question yesterday, this guy is suffocated, this is tired like a dog, and she still thinks, "Yes, there is science and technology in my hometown, there is industry, we don't need it." What we want, it's all about planting. ”

"Not everyone...... You can all grow it, right?"

"You can't plant soul blindness, you have to rely on the help of soul planters. ”

Li Xiang was stunned for a moment when he heard "Soul Blindness", he might be a person who did not have the ability to cultivate a soul master. His guess is basically correct, but some people think that soul blindness should be a person who cannot perceive any fluctuations in consciousness, but people often refer to the former when they say soul blindness.

"Are there a lot of soul cultivators?" he continued.

"Relative to soul blindness, there are very few of them. But my brother doesn't like the word 'soul blind', he likes to call them ordinary people. Hearing that Li Xiang spoke much more coherently, Mingshu knew that his breath was basically even, and said, "Let's continue." ”

After speaking, she changed to a high leg raise, and Li Xiang had to keep up, grinding forward with small steps.

Li wants to have a beautiful sparring partner, He Yafei doesn't have this good life. Fortunately, it was a dream, although he couldn't figure out whether it was the fourth or fifth dream. He Yafei was being driven by the "broom head" Song at this time, running on the pebble flat river, He Yafei's physical strength was still much better than Li Xiang's, but his strength was limited. The pebble ground is uneven, but fortunately, the soles of the sneakers are thick enough not to be awkward, He Yafei's running posture at this time is better than Li Xianghao, and he can't see anywhere, but the speed is faster. He Yafei's clumsiness was not exchanged for a sweet "you can do it", but the whipping of the broom silk, the broom silk hit on the buttocks, it didn't hurt very much, but no one would feel comfortable, unless the person liked to be masochistic. Every time he stopped and wanted to rest, the broom silk would follow him, and then He Yafei covered his ass and ran forward. There is a broom head supervisor, and He Yafei has a rhythm that can't stop. Finally, He Yafei was physically weak, and fell forward, and when his face was about to make intimate contact with the pebbles, his waist tightened, and a bundle of broom silk was rolled around his waist, and then two banana peels were put on his shoulders, one left and one right, and the "banana man" class on the side rescued He Yafei. The two didn't let He Yafei sit down, but walked slowly with him left and right. When his breath was even, the broom silk began to pump again, and He Yafei began to run again. The scene was repeated ten times before he was allowed to rest.

He Yafei sat on the ground panting, he saw the "scarecrow" from a distance, but there was no singing luan bird there today, in fact, the huge pebble Pingchuan, except for a few of his own, there was not a single living creature on the bright side. Last night, He Yafei learned a little about the situation through the stick figure exchange with Gangba, and knew that this was the world ruled by the tree god, and Luan Niao was the messenger of the tree god. Luan Niao is not usually here, but he rushed here that day to observe He Yafei up close, and sang a song for him. Why did Luan Niao sing for him, Gangba's stick figure expression is not very clear, but it must be a great thing to make Luan Niao open his mouth to sing a song for himself, thinking of this, He Yafei was a little complacent. Gangba, who had been hanging far behind, didn't know when he caught up, and his four small thin arms were wrapped around his chest, standing next to him with an indescribable sense of joy.

He Yafei suddenly remembered the giant python that hung down from the cliff, and entered from the giant mouth on the top of the cliff in the morning, and was rolled up by his tongue, and then sent out from the snake's mouth at the bottom of the cliff, so fast that his fear had not had time to rise, and he had already let it go. With this speed reference, He Yafei feels that the elevator on the earth is scum.

"What the hell is this?" he asked Gombha.

Gangba immediately responded, and there was a stick figure in his head, a cliff, a giant python hanging from the edge of the cliff, its head lying at the bottom of the cliff, and the python's mouth was wide open.

"Well, when I didn't ask. He decisively dropped the issue. "So, what the hell is that non-mainstream cactus?"

Gomba gave him a giant tree.

"Are you saying that cactus forest was created by the god of trees?" he shook his head after receiving an affirmative reply from Gangba, disapproving of the god of trees.

"So, what does Mr. Nine need me to do when he invites me here?" He Yafei used the words "Mr. Please" to satisfy his little vanity in his heart. Mr. Nine is really good to himself, in order to let himself adapt to the environment as soon as possible, he assigned himself two sparring partners and a translator, although these two sparring partners don't look very friendly and a little rude, and the translator is also a little silly.

He Yafei had Xiao Jiujiu in his stomach here, but Gangba was not calm on his side. As soon as he heard Mr. Nine, Gangba worked hard to create a sketch of Mr. in his mind, but this time it seemed to be even more unbearable than yesterday, the flickering portrait yesterday was finally completed, and today Gangba was only half completed, and with a "beep" sound, the screen went black in He Yafei's mind. When he looked at Gombah, he saw that the mark on its head had also dimmed, flickered twice, and was extinguished.

"Down?" Xiao He's expression was a little strange, when it came to Gangba, who could swing freely with the tree god, as soon as he said that Mr. Nine was going to go down, could it be that Mr. Nine was even more powerful than the tree god? He tried hard to recall the scene of meeting this novice NPC last night, and he seemed to be a very gentle person. Xiao He is not a person with great ambitions, he can be a big guy in the world in his dreams, his mood is like a flower blooming in the warm sun, he remembered that Mr. Jiu said yesterday that the dream will only become more and more exciting, what is it to suffer a little now, and the fatigue caused by physical exercise is swept away. He Yafei, who was beaten with chicken blood, felt that he was full of strength, stood up suddenly, roared "run", and rushed out, his steps seemed to be a little lighter than before. Song shook the broom silk, and Ban shook the banana peel, as if he was puzzled, and hurriedly followed, leaving Gangba in a daze.