Looking at the ten-curved moon, he returned to his original place.
The Land Builder's strength has not yet fully recovered, and everything happens slowly.
But she is very determined and calm, and no one can stop her.
The ground shook slowly. Make smooth ripples.
Gravity moves through the air.
Ten dim, evil smiles slowly crawled into a distribution that could accommodate 300,000 moons. The empty sky absorbs the extra hazy light from the back of the moon, making the outline clear.
The three-party battle that had just been going on had drifted away in the flow of time.
Everything fell silent.
It's a bit unaccustomed to being quiet.
Yi Cha stopped in place for a while and found no trace of Ke Qil.
He turned back and touched the place where the lawyer at the end was just now.
His hands touched smooth, hard ground. From any viewing angle, what the Land Builder left behind was a perfect sealing effect, with no gaps to be found.
I pressed it hard and didn't leave any marks.
Yi Cha can also partially influence the land, but the Land Builder's ability in this regard is far superior to him. It seems that she not only sank the entire Terminal Lawyer underground, but also set up a tight blockade.
He is still unable to observe this blockade, let alone understand and intervene.
The lawyer at the end should not be dead.
The mystery of the Son of the Plane has still not been revealed. But at least what is certain is that the Son of the End and the End of the End have a certain degree of mutual prosperity and loss.
Far above, on the backside of the End, the tormented moon still rises.
It can be seen that the Son of Terminus did not suffer much damage.
I just don’t know, will the lawyer at the end be dormant underground, or will he be struggling in a dark cage?
Echa paused for a moment.
If it was the latter, the strength of the blockade implemented by the Land Builder should be far beyond his current consideration.
He didn't have to think about it.
Thoughts slip away. This is the last thought.
When the last thought slipped from his mind, he felt completely still.
silence.
A long, long silence that I haven't felt in a long time.
There have been all kinds of noises around me lately, causing plans to keep changing. After one source of the clamor fell silent, another took up the cause.
Lively enthusiasts and makers—I’ve been surrounded by these guys lately.
The simple-minded Amplitude Three Hundred; the unexpected and self-recommended tour guide Square Four; the yin and yang warmonger who harms others and does not benefit himself; the professional gambler who always has a meaningful face and sharp eyes; the son of the plane who hides behind the red mist and chatters endlessly, " Most of the Devils" - The End Lawyer; and Kirkland.
Guys, friendly or unfriendly, talk to themselves, question him repeatedly, quarrel, threaten each other, come and go.
He walked and talked with them all the way.
In the long years of the isolated island century, he had never spoken or heard so many words face to face.
They are no longer here.
It is quite now.
Fights, debates, questions, howls, speculations, and mutual ridicules all flowed away with no new additions.
The dim moon hangs high.
Hanging quietly.
The sky is indifferent. The earth is calm.
It seemed like nothing important was going to happen.
It's all over.
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After a while of silence, Yicha prepared to return.
At this moment, he glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw a small spherical green shadow on the ground one meter away.
He turned to look.
strangeness.
That's something that shouldn't be here.
Yi Cha raised an eyebrow without moving rashly, carefully identifying the small ball-shaped thing.
If you read it correctly - it is a flower flower.
It's Huaguduo.
It looked like it had just been plucked from a branch that definitely didn't belong here. The flower bones looked swollen and about to burst, and their outer skin was trembling. There was a cross slit on the top, and there was light pink movement inside, as if it was about to open in the next second.
With a flick of his fingertips, Yi Cha cautiously stretched out a regular thin line over there.
One classification of "connection" uses "sticky". Will partially reduce the toughness and length of the thin wire. But it can play a role in retrieving objects from the air, and can safely hold that weird thing in your hand.
The other end of the thin thread flew towards the flower bone, passed through it, and stuck to the ground.
Yi Cha paused for a moment, retracted the rule line, went over to pick up the flower bones, and observed them in the palm of his hand.
Huaguduo can be taken directly by hand, but the "gluing" of the "connection" has no effect on it...
Either it is a purely material or energy thing - containing no rules.
Will it?
Yi Cha stared at the strange flower bone that appeared on the back of the empty end of the road.
There are no plants in the usual sense of the term. When "flowers" are mentioned, structures will by default refer to the flying debris exploded during an entropy explosion.
The flower bones in my hand looked very fresh, almost suspiciously fresh.
There is no smell of ashes, fire, decay or disease in the buds - nothing like the flowers of hell.
There is a second possibility...
The rules on this bud were beyond his understanding and observation.
As if to confirm this conjecture——
The bulging flower bud trembled in Yi Cha's hand and turned into a small cyan ball - only a dazzling flash of green light could be seen in the three fields of vision, and the details could not be seen clearly.
"The Romance of Fairy Wood"
What you can feel immediately is:
This thing even got heavier.
Yi Chafa squeezed it.
The ball is very hard and cannot be deformed or destroyed, and the material cannot be distinguished. The shape is a perfect sphere.
He popped up the regular line again and tried to "connect". Just like before, the ball had no response.
Incomprehensible rules...
Whether it's the strange appearance of Hua Guduo or the sudden strange changes, it seems that he is being manipulated by something he cannot understand.
He was unable to interact with Huaguduo and the ball, nor could he understand any meaning or function of the two.
If you stay here any longer, it won't help anything.
Yi Cha thought for a moment and put the ball away.
Spread your wings and fly back to the warmonger's "headquarters" with the window wide open.
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Ke Qier had previously solved the connection between the headquarters and the land-building division. Therefore, even though nearly half of the ground needles at the End of the End have been pulled out, and the ground has changed many times—some sharp hooks have even moved nearly a thousand meters away—the command headquarters is still hanging high, connected by thin lines of law. On a hook post with stable conduction.
The six clip girls are still in their original places, three on each side, arranged on both sides of the "window".
Seeing Yi Cha come in, they surrounded him.
Twelve empty eyes looked at him——
What was different from before was that there was something truly "eager" there.
"Ah. Yes."
Yi Cha rubbed his forehead tiredly, remembering what happened before. "Let's just do what we said before, okay? Please come back."
"Boss." A girl said.
"Boss." All the girls said.
"Don't call me that now."
Icha waved his hand. "Go back. Go back to the terminal office. I will come to you if needed."
