Elf's Adventure

Qianluo sat up suddenly, with His roar still echoing in his mind. He looked around, familiar furniture, familiar decorations, familiar magic circles, all of which showed that he was just stunned by the aftermath of the explosion caused by the failed experiment. , and the conversation I just had with Him was just a dream, but why didn’t this dream leave me with nothing except sadness and fear like other dreams? Qianluo stood up and looked at the magic circle, and found that there was a black debris in the center, which may have been left behind by the failed experiment.

Qian Luo put on his gloves, picked up the remains, and took out a small piece to observe the material. "The experimental remains are black non-porous solids, soft, warm and covered with mucus on the surface. After tearing apart, the internal structure can be compared to the outside."

His self-made automatic pen was busy writing on the side, recording everything he said, "It emits a burnt smell after being roasted, and it is not irritating."

A small piece of Qianluo's remains was placed on a candle and heated. I don't know if it was his imagination, but it seemed to squirm. Qian Luo took out the knife again, as if he was trying to carve out a piece of flesh from the remains.

"No!" The wreckage suddenly moved and it screamed, "What are you going to do?! Don't touch me!"

"The wreckage has consciousness and is suspected of having pain." Qianluo paused and continued to dictate the information he observed.

Seeing that Qian Luo had no intention of stopping, the wreckage grew many tentacles with a large amount of mucus, and stepped on the ground in turn, trying to stay away from Qian Luo, but hit a barrier.

"The wreckage can summon tentacles with suction cups, which are covered with a lot of mucus. They can sense the surrounding environment and know how to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages." He said as he picked up the wreckage and looked at it, and drew a rune to stop the automatic pen from recording.

"What's your name?" Qianluo asked.

"How qualified are you to question me like this?" The wreckage saw Qianluo talking nicely to it and started to pull it up.

"If you don't tell me, I will first freeze you into an ice sculpture, and then throw you... into hot water. It will be hundreds of times worse than before." The tone of Qianluo's imitator's voice in the dream, but the straight tone is more There is no way to express the horror within it.

"Haha" Wreckage's response to this was only two words, but in the end he gave Qianluo a nickname of his own: "You are not qualified to call me Zhenluo for the time being."

Name, but you can call me tentacles"

"So tentacle, what's your race?"

"You can't be so bold. No one in the world knows everything about me."

"You can speak in another way. You are not familiar with the language you are using now," Qianluo reminded kindly.

"You are so bold! Those who dare to hate me are no longer in this world."

"..." Qianluo felt as if he understood the mood of that voice. He walked to the bedroom with his tentacle and pressed it on the wall a few times. The floor cracked and they fell down.

"Ahhhhh!" Tentacle was not as calm as Qianluo, and he screamed in fear as he fell.

I don’t know how long they fell, but they finally hit the bottom. The tentacles looked around and were horrified to find that less than 1 meter away from where they landed was a pool that exuded a pungent smell. Qianluo kicked the tentacles into the pool and thoughtfully Cover the pool with a plate made of alloy next to it, and then climb up the ladder next to it.