"You haven't heard of it, is it my problem?" Alexander the Hanged Man made a sarcastic rustle.
Karabi Shan held Naruf's shoulders - the captain could have easily flipped him off, but did not - she sat down again and hit the huge tree stump in front of her with a "snap".
"Dear Hell Tree, can you explain what's going on?" Shan Karabi asked at the right time.
"never."
The Hanged Man of Alexander made a snapping sound like a branch snapping. "It's your fault that you can't understand. Isn't the past of Shepherd Nesis clear enough?
Um? Are you doubting me? Did I not explain it clearly enough? "
"Normal. Anyway, thank you."
Naruf simply turned his head and looked at the dean with flashing dark golden eyes. "Sapling has nothing more to tell us. Let's go."
The little sapling became very angry.
Dozens of vines came from all directions and tied them into two cicadas, with only their eyes exposed.
"Arrogant bastard!" Alexander the Hanged Man screamed, "I am the only one who can be arrogant here! Only me!! I don't care at all about tearing your heads off!!!"
As if to prove this statement, many withered heads suddenly hung from above. They were displayed in a circle and then taken back.
Shan Karabi struggled twice, and the vines wrapped into cicada pupae were extremely strong and did not move at all.
"I'm sorry. Little sapling, old Naruf has a bad memory!"
Naruf was silent for a while, then suddenly burst out laughing, "If you want to talk, we can chat for a while, it's okay! It just so happens that we haven't seen each other for a long time."
"Be careful." Karabi Shan whispered.
The Tree of Hell undoubtedly does not want to kill this old friend directly - as shown just now.
From its perspective, it has been extremely tolerant of them - but this tolerance is undoubtedly extremely limited.
"It's not a big deal," Naruf whispered.
"Hey! Hanged man! If you like to be called that, we'll call him that!"
She amplified her voice. "There happens to be something else to talk about. Have you seen my relics from that time? I am collecting things from that time.
You must have picked up a lot of nice stuff after staying in this beautiful place for so long - show it to old Naruf for nostalgia. "
"I won't give it to you even if I throw it away!"
"Hey! What a shame."
"I don't understand what a pity is."
"Yeah. It would be a shame if we waste the precious time we have to reunite here."
Naruf chuckled, "Let's put us down. We will listen to you carefully this time. Shepherd Nesis disintegrated, Lanlewin disappeared, and Ruimugange exploded with the tenth plane. .Great! And then what?"
"Then you have to do things for me. You have to do things for me."
"No problem! What's the matter?"
Naruf agreed immediately. "This is not just a reward for your information. It is also the beginning of our new friendship!"
The captain's words stirred up a discordant positive atmosphere in the dark and damp room.
Rabbi Shan knew that Naruf probably really thought so.
She's completely nonchalant about the fact that the Hell Tree could or is posing a fatal threat to her - which makes her doubly adorable.
"We will try our best to complete your mission. But we may not be able to do things that the Hell Tree cannot do personally." Rabbi Shan Kara also raised his voice, "So, please don't embarrass us."
"How do I know if you are in trouble or not? Anyway, I just make requests."
The sound of rustling is not close to the devil's feelings
"I want the Vegamon and the Thirty-six Kingdoms of the Abyss. I want them to appear again."
"Aha?"
Naruf couldn't help but screamed.
Then even she didn't know what to do.
This request is really weird and difficult to achieve.
"What's the problem? Huh? What's the problem? You arrogant bastard, don't you think you can do anything?" Alexander's tone became irritated.
"Hi! There may be some misunderstanding between us. It's not important."
The captain reacted quickly and answered eloquently, "What do you want these for?"
"Nothing. I just like to watch their excitement."
Pale flowers floated from both sides,&bsp&bspThe dim white light formed a map in the sky.
Looking carefully, there are really thirty-six areas, large and small, in total.
"They fight back and forth, it's so funny! Sometimes I get annoyed - so I go out and scare them.
As a result, after the White Wash, all the kingdoms of the abyss were destroyed, so I found these little bugs interesting. At least I can tell them to stop when they are noisy. I can't make them quarrel if they don't exist. "
The Infernal Tree wields a thorn vine as a whip and points across the map.
Those areas flickered back and forth as it pointed, their edges constantly changing.
"Originally, the demons of the abyss often tear each other into pieces. But new demons will be born at any time.
As long as there are fragments of demons that have been brutally torn apart, plus the ghosts of the abyss itself and some bugs and clods of soil. There will be an endless supply of new abyss demons.
But after the White Wash, no new Abyss Demons will be born. The old ones were also wiped out in waves and eventually became extinct! " it shouted.
Then, the Crying Flower sheds tears of insect eggs - a very effective performance, as the grief-stricken Tree of Hell can be seen at a glance. "No new abyss demons are born anymore. The old ones are constantly being consumed. After the White Wash, the last group of abyss demons came to my cave to ask for help." Rustle said sadly.
"Did you help them?"
"Tch! How did I know then!"
Alexander wanted to express his disdain by hanging himself, but what he finally expressed was lifelessness. "Of course I drove them away. I even hanged the noisiest one."
A noose-like vine flew over with a sound, and inside it was an amber object—the center was a frozen demon head.
Karabi Shan and Naruf glanced at each other. I saw that the head was full of rough and hard horns, the eyes were protruding, and its mouth was wide open. Undoubtedly the last Vegamon.
"Anyway now I hope they show up again. Otherwise I'd be bored out of my mind."
"Why don't you appear in front of the demons in the Central Continent?" Rabbi Shan raised his head and suggested cautiously.
Rustling sound confident
"I'm not used to it! It's too dry there. The abyss has its benefits. You little guy won't understand.
Do you understand what I asked for just now? Once you understand, go.
Better understand what I mean. I don't like idiots who can't understand me. "
After the words fell, the vines that entangled them retracted to both sides.
Naruf and Shankarabi landed smoothly.
"You should be lucky that you just said yes to me. Captain."
In the darkness, the sinister voice of Alexander's Hanged Ghost sounded again, "If you show any displeasure at all, I won't be able to resist twisting off your beautiful new head."
"It's an honor." The captain gestured. "Give me your head."
"Um?"
"Give me the head of that Vegamon," Naruf said, "I need a reference!"
