Nanxiong, the disaster of beating the enemy

Il fan came back with a huge jet-black nail in his arms.

The shape is exactly the shape of his nail, but it is several times bigger, not inferior to Hisoka's red apple. It is not a hair product, it looks like some kind of metal, the tentacles are smooth and glow cold.

Yiermi perfectly maintains the tradition of beating the enemy. No strands of hair will be left outside. On the day when the excess hair was cut off, it was directly burned to clean, and even the ashes were scattered in the river. Make sure it's running water.

Very well done.

It's impossible for Ilmi to get a wool felt for nails like Hisoka's now, not even a drop of the ridiculous "Crazy Doctor's Hair Growth Potion", but he doesn't want to do it either.

Ilmi kept a large part of the meteorite iron that was given to Miji before.

Originally, he wanted to make nails, but his current weapons are not all realized nails, but a large part of them are real tacks, and the two are mixed.

However, the material of meteorite is not suitable for making such a small piece, and it is difficult to cut it with a machine.

But this meteoric iron can be cut with "mind". He occasionally tried to add mind power when polishing, and the consumption of "mind power" was twice as much as usual.

The normal training of "Nian" is to use up the "Nian Quan" every day. Irmi grinds it when she has nothing to do, and unknowingly polishes it into a tack.

These are all told by Il fans through telepathy. I hope I don’t just use it as an ornament, and find a whetstone to sharpen it from time to time, so as to exercise my "mind".

If there is such a great thing, he will definitely not tell Hisoka and Amano Yuyuki, the two younger brothers, and presumably only tell me.

In terms of miji, he thought it was pretty good to be able to come to the Sky Arena to do missions and take a look.

As for why it was ground into a tack, it's not that Yiermi likes tacks more, but mainly because of his ability to read.

He is a manipulator who is mainly in the operation department but has the ability of realization. If the realization department wants to use "thought" to manifest a real object, he has to touch it every day, feel it, and dream at night. Just keep thinking about this thing in your mind.

It is not too normal to unconsciously grind out a tack.

Ilmi originally planned to give me this piece of meteorite after returning home, but now it is ahead of schedule.

Ilmi’s serving of water is now divided into cakes. I get a gift, and I get money for an intelligence mission. I get a small meteorite, and I get a big nail meteorite.

I……

It's normal to be ridiculous.

[Don't worry about me, the material of the meteorite iron is special, I should cut it, and the blade on my cutting machine will be broken, I don't know what to do with it, but I really researched it, you Definitely will give it to me too. 】

That's true, this thing is of no use to me, if Mi Chi can research its function, I will definitely give it to him.

But having said that, I also want to decline the kindness of Il fans.

I don’t think it’s useless to give it to me. I’m a superpower, so it’s better for Il fans to use it by themselves.

It can be ground into a needle from a giant tack, maybe he will "grind a needle into a sky pestle", and he will achieve great feats.

And this nail is black and black, and it looks like a weapon for Il fans. It is not in my aesthetics, and I don’t want to put it in the room at all. I always feel that it will trigger Il fans’ whispers in the middle of the night, "Kusuo~Kusuo" so called.

Naturally, a meteorite can't do this, but with the breath of Yiermi, it is no different from the sight of Yiermi hanging the golden hook upside down outside the window. After all, it is grinding while pouring "nian" into it .

Although he is not capable of turning things into demons at all.

But I always felt that Shiba was wrong. I can't become a god by virtue of my merits. Yiermi seems to have the potential to become a demon god.

However, Yiermi's eyes have already looked over, and if I say no, I will give me the gloomy version of the brother's love that is overwhelmed by clouds.

In this mode, the surrounding temperature of Yiermi will be reduced by ten percent in an instant, and a real black air pressure can be transformed around it, just like the description of the atmosphere in the black and white comics.

After all, no matter which novel this meteorite is put in, it can be a small artifact.

If I dislike it, I'm sorry for the brother's love for Il fans.

Anyway, if you collect it, you can put it in Wutong's warehouse.

When Ilmi comes back, let's put it in my room.

I have to ask Wutong to make a secret room for my room, dedicated to the love of these big brothers.

I was about to accept it, but Hisoka was not happy. In fact, he was completely crazy by making excuses.

Hisoka used his apple hair wool felt as a sledgehammer, shouted "You failed me!" and swung the hammer at Ilmi.

...It would be even more disappointing to treat your own mind as a sledgehammer.

And it was me who failed.

But I also knew in my heart that Hisoka didn't attack me because he was worried that I wouldn't want both gifts, and he would just use this excuse to teleport away, and he would lose both apples, so it's better to guarantee Il fans.

Hisoka shouted loudly "I prepared a gift for Kusuo that contains my love!"

He gets along with Il fans these days and also understands his brother-in-law attribute very well, especially the younger brother-in-law Ai Kusuo has improved to a higher level.

Ilmi froze him with money, and Hisoka used this to stimulate Ilmi specifically, and said words like "I love Kusuo" and "My love for Kusuo" eight times in a short period of time.

Both hurt each other.

A 15-year-old's revenge on a 12-year-old childish boy?

Yi Ermi's eyes were dark for a moment, and she glanced at me, hey, hey, why are you looking at me at this time?

But he did nothing and returned to normal.

Just holding the nail for a moment, the nail penetrated from one end of the apple to the other end, forming the shape of an apple with a tack on its back.

How should I put it, if you look carefully, it seems to be a little better than the previous simple big red apples or tacks.

But I still feel a little bad, and I don't want to get involved in this matter anymore.

Instead, he was concerned that Mi Ji would have to suffer in this sky arena, in order to make him feel better.

Before Hisoka took the mace (?) that has evolved into a nail apple and slapped it over, he took the nail apple over, "I'm going back." After saying that, he immediately teleported back to the own room.

After I came back, I remembered that Amano Yuyuki was left in the Sky Arena by me.

I plan to get Amano Yuki back after Ilmi is gone and Hisoka goes to play again, and nothing will happen anyway.

As for having no money, please, he is seven years old, one year older than Mi Chi, and he can also go to the Sky Arena to work to support himself.

I took a look at the nailed apple and wanted to put it back in the warehouse. After touching the nail on the apple with my hand, I was stunned and lost my mind.

A burst of singing woke me up from my stupor.

My eyes were pitch black, and I couldn't see anything clearly.

Generally speaking, even the deepest nights do not allow my vision to be clouded by darkness.

But I don't have any fear, and I can calm down and study what is going on.

There are still previous scenes in my memory, I still remember that I touched that iron nail and lost my mind.

The last one who was stunned by the needle was the princess of the spinning car.

Well, pins are a little far from that.

After complaining, I started to get down to business.

I looked down and it was empty, nothing, I seemed to have only one head floating in the air, but since I couldn't see if it was just a head myself, maybe I might have none of the body parts, just me Consciousness came here.

It's a little different from the soul out of the body. When the soul is out of the body, I also have hands and feet. Except that it is transparent and invisible to others, it is no different from my original body.

I don't think Yiermi will plot against me, unless he is taken away, otherwise he can't do such a thing. At most, Yiermi wants to be a puppet master and treat his younger brother as a marionette.

The key pin, Yiermi has been grinding it with the power of thought and nothing happened. If something happens, it will not be in my hands, and it is not acting in Gongdouju.

It was pitch black all around, but there was a singing voice coming from the front, the melody was melodious and melodious, like a chorus of many people, I heard the voices of the elderly, men, women and children, they mixed together very harmoniously, which calmed people's mind.

I moved forward along with the singing, although I didn't have a body, but I knew I was moving forward. This feeling was amazing, after all, it was pitch black all around, and there was no reference at all, but I still had the feeling of moving forward.

The singing voice is getting clearer and clearer. I have never heard of the singing language. Although I am just a baby, I am familiar with 320 languages ​​in the world. Ill fans can only know 28 kinds now, and Miji can only know [-] kinds now. He No talent in language.

In addition to the common language of the mainland, Yiermi and Miji are the most common usages, in order to quickly learn the basics when infiltrating tasks are needed in the future. For ordinary people, such an approach is useless at all, it will quickly Forget about it, but beating the enemy is superhuman.

In my case, I can pretend to be a local at any time.

In fact, the original requirements of Dadike were only the five most-used languages ​​in the world, but because of my rapid learning speed, Dadike also became introverted, well, under the strict requirements of Il fans, even with the Jidu had to learn all kinds of languages. In the end, Xiba stopped and set up twelve languages, but Yiermi still learned 28 kinds.

This is not the key, I have never heard the language of this singing.

I won't travel through, will I?

In the recent time-travel dramas, social animals die suddenly after being overworked, and then go to another world to enjoy happiness.

I am still a baby, although under the original job of beating the enemy, I have to be responsible for the old uncle of the family, the fire extinguishing commissioner, the nail mediator of the fruit growers, the protection of ethnic minorities, and the protection of coffee trees. very big.

But the time travel that was poked by a tack is really sloppy.

While complaining, I followed the singing, and saw the light from a distance, at first it was only a little between my fingers, and then I didn’t move, but the light became bigger and bigger, engulfing me in an instant.

The light faded and I heard the chirping of birds.

[What are these humans doing?Jiji. 】

【Chichi, this is offering sacrifices to the 'Children of the Forest'. 】

[What is 'Children of the Forest'?Jiji. 】

【Do you forget it?Before, how many days were counted as human days? 】The bird made eight "beeps" as if counting the days, 【chie chi, it's that green dumpling who sang so well eight days ago!I even gave it my feather!Jiji]

[I remembered!It turns out that Green Tuanzi is called 'The Son of the Forest', chirp, if we also offer sacrifices, can we also summon him! 】

【You are such a smart bird, chirp! 】

I……

Hearing this conversation, I knew where I was now, and I was actually in the Kuluta tribe.

The Luxon area is far away from the enemy, and it takes several rounds by airship, and it takes two days to get there.

And from the chatter of the birds, it sounds like they are still offering sacrifices to me.

Hey hey, seriously?

Don't do such pointless things, huh?What if I really become a god like Shiba said, what should I do?

I opened my eyes as soon as I got excited, and I was indeed in the Kuluta tribe.

It seems that they are still at their sacrificial altar, and there is an open space nearby. Under my feet is a platform made of stones. On it stands a stone, which is bulged into a ball with green vines and leaves, and a lot of bird feathers are inserted here and there.

...Exactly like my "Green Tuanzi Miscellaneous Hair" debut.

The surrounding crowd knelt on the ground, and the leader was the elder of the Kuluta clan I had seen before.

He was kneeling in front of me with a solemn demeanor, and he sang the unknown song, while the Kuluta people behind him were singing to him.

The group of silly birds around them didn't know what sacrifice was, and foolishly thought that they could summon "green dumplings" who sang beautifully just like the people of the Kuluta tribe.

Spread your wings and kowtow with the Kuluta clan.

The little blond-haired and dark-eyed little Tuanzi in the last row exclaimed in surprise, and was pulled by the smaller black-haired Tuanzi next to him, and whispered, "Kurapica, be gentle."

"Look at the birds are kowtowing." Kurapika said, "Is there such a thing as a 'child of the forest'? Palo."

"You have to trust the elder." Palo lowered his voice and said reverently, "Didn't the Lord 'Children of the Forest' save the elder and still have many clansmen? Otherwise, we have to leave everyone."

"I think it's better to believe in science." Kurapika said seriously, "The books say that gods don't exist."

Palo sighed and said, "The elders will be angry if you say that, and" he paused, "if someone can protect everyone, I believe he is a god. Do you remember the fire? The smoke was thick like It's the devil showing his teeth and claws."

Kurapika was silent, and bowed to the adults in front of him, Pike had to take a step slower, his eyes were not bright, and his hands were also pulling on Kurapika's clothes, actually following Kurapika's shaking to determine whether he needed to bye.

He must have an eye disease.

"But I also hope there is a god," Kurapika said sincerely, "then I can ask him to heal your eyes."

I suggest that Kurapika should go to a doctor.

However, what Kurapika said is correct, it is better to believe in science, feudal superstition is not a good thing.

They all invited me here.

Please don't say goodbye.

I tried to send the words over, but to no avail.

It seems that my consciousness is only bound to the green tuanzi statue made by the Kuluta tribe on the stone platform, and I can't make a sound, just like a real stone pile.

Wait a minute, I always thought that the green dumpling statue was made of stone, but now I realize that it is not, it is wrapped with a piece of metal, which is a bit similar to the material of the meteorite nail in Yiermi.

Maybe different parts of the same block.

I'm not sure.

I tried to tear off the vines on it, and it was amazing that I couldn't even make a sound, but I could move those green leaves, and then slapped them with a slap.

My consciousness was spinning, and when I came back to my senses, I went back to beating the enemy.

Maintain the motion of poking your finger into the tip of the tack.

Not to mention it really hurts a bit, Yi Ermi has sharpened the nail head too sharply.

In this way, it is not a dream.

...Help, don't play so big, okay?

Being called a god by cells is already my limit.

It has evolved from "Mermaid Baby Fan Club" to "Children of the Green Tuanzi Miscellaneous Forest". The span is too big.