The irritable Demon Lord abducted the queen of Zerg

The wind convulsions, the unknown and treacherous, this is the truth.

In the real world, there is no quiet and elegant bamboo forest, and there is no carefree and leisurely life.It was a terrifying scene of people who lost their souls like sculptures, and countless flowers, plants and trees being attracted by the vortex.

The wooden cores hanging from the huge tree crown are still colliding with each other. The sound that sounded pleasant before is now like a manic magic sound.

In the illusion, the moment the wind chime was torn off, the ringing in Yan Chong's mind stopped abruptly, and at this moment of clarity, he opened his eyes.

Yan Chong still maintained the posture of standing under the tree before entering the illusion. However, after regaining consciousness, except for the slight movement of his eyes, other parts could not move at all.

He tried to turn his eyes to observe the surrounding situation, and soon he saw the green vortex on the big tree and all kinds of flowers and trees being swallowed by the vortex.

Fortunately, the vortex didn't seem to be interested in the Zerg, and he didn't feel the slightest bit of suction on the body caused by the vortex.

Then he turned his eyes to the other side, and saw a few people standing like stones outside the area. Judging from their lost eyes, they should not have woken up from the illusion.

Thinking about the countermeasures in his mind, at this moment, a big tree that was sucked by the vortex happened to hit his direction at a high speed.

At a critical moment, Yan Chong saw that the big tree was about to smash his head, and he got rid of the shackles with his strong survival instinct.

He quickly turned over to avoid it, but was still scratched by the tree branch.

However, it was this moment that made Yan Chong's blood freeze again. He lowered his head in disbelief, only to see that there was no trace of scratch on his arm.

It turned out that these sucked flowers and trees were not real plants and trees, but their "souls".

Regardless of thinking about the reason why Dashu did this, Yan Chong quickly ran to the people who had lost their souls, and woke up Lu Tai, Da Gao and the others in the order closest to him. As for whether they could break through the frozen body confinement , he couldn't help for a while.

When it was his turn to wake Wen Moer, before Yan Chong could make a sound, a very familiar cane was first put on Wen Moer's shoulder, shaking his body vigorously.

Surprised, Yan Chong looked behind Wen Moer and saw a trumpet flower that was deeply rooted in the ground struggling to pull back its stem. Behind it, countless vines stuck into the ground like chains, desperately resisting the suction of the whirlpool.

A few vines moved forward bravely again, trembling and flying, anxiously waking up its friends.

Wen Moer was quickly awakened by the rattan, and opened his confused eyes. In just a moment, he realized the dangerous situation in front of him, and his eyes were full of surprise and worry.

"Quick! Move your body!"

As soon as Yan Chong finished speaking, several vines of the morning glory also moved. They raised high and pierced the necks of the immobile people.

In an instant, it seemed that the taut strings were loosened, and everyone was able to move.

"Brother Chong, this is..." Wen Moer, who had just woken up, was still confused about the situation.

Yan Chong did not answer his question, but looked at the direction behind him, showing a rare sad expression.

In fact, the moment the vines were raised just now, he had already seen the soul body of the morning glory flying towards the whirlpool. It was different from the usual bluffing image, it did not struggle at all, and drifted calmly towards the whirlpool.

Yan Chong didn't even have time to reach out his hand to keep it, it had already disappeared,

"Xiao Mo, go over and have a look at it."

Wen Moer turned around suspiciously, and when he saw the upright flowering plant, he suddenly opened his eyes wide and ran over quickly.

At this moment, he still didn't understand what Yan Chong's sad tone just now meant.

When he called "Huahua", but the morning glory didn't respond at all, Wen Moer suddenly froze.

He touched the fresh and tender petals that were no different from ordinary plants, raised his head suddenly, and looked at the plants above his head flying towards the whirlpool one by one.

I understood something in an instant.

Tears fell down.

Grief weighs down my chest, but now is not the time to be immersed in sadness.He wiped away his tears indiscriminately, bit his trembling lips tightly, folded a vine branch and hugged it in his arms, and then ran towards the people who were picking wood cores under the tree.

The wind and waves have not stopped, sweeping away the sadness in my heart that I have no time to remember, everyone is silent and serious, what they have to do now is to pick as many wood cores as possible.

Absorb, transform, die, rebirth.

Perhaps this is why the wood core is formed.

It's just that at this moment, everyone doesn't care about the philosophical meaning. They only know that there is life in the wood core, and these lives can be reborn in new forms elsewhere.

Everyone agreed that Wenmer was the keeper of the wooden core, and they handed him every streamer crystal they picked.

Yan Chong turned over and jumped down, looked in the direction of the luxuriant jungle, frowned and said: "There are fewer and fewer plants attracted by the vortex. I'm afraid something will happen again. Let's leave quickly."

Except for the wood core growing on the top of the canopy, they wiped out all the wood cores that fell down, large and small, at least a few hundred trees. This amount is a miracle for the entire interstellar.

No one objected, and everyone quickly returned along the road. After two full hours of climbing, they returned to the sky above the pothole.

Exhausted by exhaustion, they sat slumped on the open space by the cliff, panting for breath, without talking.

What's more, this fatigue does not only come from the body.

The exhaustion of the spirit in the illusion, the tense spirit in reality, the exhaustion of running away from time to time, and the sadness of losing a friend... One after another, one after another, superimposed on each other, I didn't know what to say for a while.

"……what?"

Big-headed eggplant appeared out of nowhere, unaware of the weird atmosphere in front of him, and came to Wen Moer with clumsy human-like steps.

It looked around and wondered: "Where is Huahua? It said to look for you, why didn't it see it?"

Wen Moer raised his head stiffly, staring blankly at the big-headed eggplant, his lips curled up, trembling uncontrollably.

"It...it..."

In any case, Wen Moer couldn't admit the fact that the morning glory just died like this. He lowered his head and gently stroked the vine branch that still looked fresh, and a drop of tear "slapped" on the emerald green leaves.

Even Dixiu, who had been at odds with Morning Glory before, rubbed his sore eyes uncomfortably at this moment.

"It turns out that it has been...refusing to come here because..." Wen Moer choked up, and couldn't speak anymore, so he had to cover his eyes.There was no cry at all, but the trembling shoulders couldn't stop.

Suddenly, a hand put on his shoulder and patted it lightly.

"...Actually, it's still there." Yan Chong's voice was exceptionally gentle, and he held Wen Moer's hand, and put a wood core with a few wisps of purple streamer in his palm.

The red-purple streamer is different from other wood cores with green as the main color. Its color is extraordinarily gorgeous, and the light is brighter and more lively, like an active child.

In fact, Yan Chong didn't dare to be sure in his heart whether there was really the wood soul of the trumpet flower in it, but he was willing to believe it.

Believe in the endless life, believe that winter will pass and spring will come, and life will always continue in a new way.

Wen Moore blinked his eyes, and shook hands slowly.Seeing this, Yan Chong sighed lightly, patted him on the shoulder, turned and went elsewhere.

It might be better to leave him some space alone.

Thinking this way, Yan Chong glanced at the big-headed eggplant who was also in a daze before leaving.

Regarding life and death, the big-headed eggplant, which is a plant, is more indifferent. It bent down to look at the beautiful wooden core, and then carefully touched it with the stem.

Suddenly feeling a different and comfortable huge energy, the timid big-headed eggplant immediately retracted its stem.

"Well... Actually, plants like me and Huahua don't have a long life." The big-headed eggplant shook its head slightly, and said in an extremely calm tone, "But what does it matter, whether it lives or dies, it's a matter of rebirth. A normal thing."

These philosophical words made Wen Moer raise his eyes, his pupils were red with mist, and looked at it pitifully.

The big-headed eggplant immediately retracted its neck and scratched its head shyly: "I didn't say this, it was taught to me by sister Sakura. She also said that the place where the cherry blossoms fall is her life."

"Where the cherry blossoms fall is life..."

"It's life..."

These words kept echoing in Wen Moer's ears, and after a long time, he tightly held the warm wood core in his hand, brushed it and raised his face, a slight smile appeared on his tear-stained face: "Thank you. "

Parting is indeed a sad thing, but they still have a way forward!He will plant this one, no, not just this one, he will plant all the wood cores on the earth, so that the flower of life will bloom again.

Yan Chong has been paying attention to the movement on Wen Moer's side. Seeing that he cheered up, he walked over and said softly, "Let's go."

Wen Moer nodded, exchanged a firm look with Yan Chong, and then carried the purple backpack that was already full, and set off on the way home.

The way back was much easier than when we came.According to the position of the starship located on the bracelet, and with the help of the big-headed eggplant, they returned to the starship in only ten days.

The mountain flowers are romantic and swaying in the wind, just like the fantastic and beautiful appearance when they just landed that day.

Perhaps it was because of the big-headed eggplant, or the plant-like wood core in Wenmer's backpack, that the surrounding vegetation was unusually quiet.

There was no strange wind, nor the rustling of leaves.Others didn't notice it, but Wen Moer had the feeling of being stared at by countless pairs of eyes.

But these gazes are not creepy, but very gentle and calm.

It's like seeing off.

Wen Moer didn't mention it to anyone, but before the starship set sail, he and Yan Chong stood in front of the cabin door, quietly watching this peaceful and beautiful land.

"Goodbye."

With a low murmur, the starship rushed into the clear and brilliant sky.

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Huahua is offline, crying~