"What is this? Where am I?"
What happened was so strange that Moroje River could not help but ask questions. Before she finished speaking, Yi Cha stuffed a ball of air into her throat.
The solid wall full of ancient dragon magic disintegrated into squares before his eyes, moved, and then neatly arranged into two stone pillars on the left and right and an avenue.
"Green Gourd Sword Fairy"
Looking around, countless squares of various colors are floating in the air, like weird star points pressed out of the same mold.
Yi Cha stepped on a block under his feet, and then walked forward unhurriedly. He did not fly and was very careful with every step. The cells in the dungeon just now were in a straight line, which could be regarded as a ready-made passage. He only needed to use the classification method to change the angle of view of the middle partition wall to pass all the way.
Not so now.
He was walking on a path that did not exist, and looking from a classification that had never been tried before. The geographical coordinates have been distorted, and the colors of the surrounding squares can only roughly show the original geography, and the intermediate transformations are all done by mental calculations.
"Another perspective on the world."
When he reached almost one hundred and fifty steps, the calculations and reality still fit perfectly, and the road in front of him was still solid and broad. This greatly increased his confidence, and he finally had time to reply to Moro Yelifu.
Yinlong snorted lowly, then pointed to his throat: "It's very uncomfortable." This time the air mass was much larger than the last time.
"It will make you more uncomfortable if you take it off. There is no air here." Yi Cha said.
If there is no suitable air, some material creatures will die suddenly in a short time, while energy creatures like them will continue to lose energy. Moro Yelifu couldn't stand any more trouble.
Yi Cha fine-tuned the classification criteria in his mind, and the field in front of him suddenly became extremely spacious, and the outline of the road became clearer. He quickened his pace.
This kind of scope was something he had never tried before. In the previous few brief uses of the classification method, he roughly estimated the impact of the classification method on himself and quantified it.
Many things are two evils, and it is indeed a bit crude to directly prohibit the use of classification by terminal office employees. Although the manager of the office gave an understatement, there is no doubt that prohibiting the use of this higher law will have a significant impact on the lives of law creatures like them - it is like prohibiting the flames from turning red and the new leaves from turning green.
But everything will not be known until he has personally tested it.
"Where are we?" Moroje River asked again.
"If Mordon's negative attitude toward you is 1, how angry is Borozil with you?" Answer the question with a question.
"Why do you ask about this?"
"This will determine the rest of our trip and whether you will be involved."
"I have to be involved."
"Understood. I've thought of a wonderful idea. I should peel off your skin and wear it on myself. It should be much easier to negotiate with them as you. This way I won't lose the recognition of the giants, and I can reshape it. The attitude of giant dragons, as for giant spirits, is simpler. They don’t look at appearance, only the singing of the soul..."
Moro Yelifu's body visibly stiffened.
"You are joking?"
"It wouldn't mean anything if I admitted it. Ah. Arrival."
All the blocks between the sky and the earth were poured out from one side, and they seemed to be turning in place. Icha used one hand to cover Moroje River's eyes. When he took his hand away, they entered a devastated room.
Morojelifu opened his mouth—Icha just in time to take out the gas.
The silver dragon coughed, only to see a flash of golden light in the corner, and darkness immediately swallowed everything up.
Moroje River felt groggy and experienced drastic changes again and again, and stayed in place for a while. She touched her eyes and raised her hands in front of herself.
Can't see my hands. This is the most frightening thing for the Silver Dragon Clan who are born with spiritual light.
The darkness was boundless, and Moroje River wanted to speak, but could not make a sound. Her heartbeat almost stopped, and she slowly squatted on the spot, feeling stiff and about to turn into a statue from the inside out.
"Why are you still here?" Yi Cha's voice rang in his ears. A hot hand grasped her wrist and pulled her up.
Only then did she begin to tremble uncontrollably.
Her wrist was tugged, and Yi Cha seemed to want to pull her away, but then stopped. "Hey," he said, "That's not okay."
Moro Yelifu's lips trembled, and it took a long time before she said, "I can persist."
These words still didn't stir up any sound, and the discordant feeling filled her heart for a moment, and she bent over and retched.
The demon was still standing next to her, clutching her wrist. His palms were hot, but there was a rational and cold dissatisfaction in the air.
"I can survive. Until the reboot," she said.
Continue silently. The pointed silence almost made her dizzy.
"Actually. I have a way."
Yi Cha's joking voice rang out. "You know what? I actually know an old way to deal with this situation of energy drying up."
Moroje River put a fist to her lips. She stopped trying to speak.
"I can get you pregnant," he said.
Moroje River froze. She felt that her consciousness was split by some unreasonable lightning, leaving only a white field.
All the blood rushed to the top of her head, waiting for her to react.
What's the reaction? Faced with such an insult, a dragon's only reaction should be to melt the opponent with flames, or make him go crazy and die in a dream. And she is unable to do both of these things now.
She punched him, but was easily caught, and listened to his serious explanation:
"Don't worry. Although it's an old method, I followed a certain man spirit and learned a lot about hybrids. Hybrid embryos in a certain state can provide huge energy support to the mother. We call this situation:' Confrontation creates energy'."
"That's right. Doing this would indeed violate the public rules of the Yuhengzhe Garden."
He laughed. "But I have already felt your determination. For the sake of short-term survival and the continued sense of responsibility of the dragon, you don't care too much about such illusory things, right?"
He could hear her! Those words that I can’t even hear…
Moroje River bit her fist. She had heard of the concept of "domains." Is this domain his domain? This darkness is of His making...completely under His control. for what? Inspire her fear, oppress her, subdue her?
Their future was already under the control of this demon.
"How?" Yi Cha said.
impossible! Moroje River couldn't scream, but she felt like her head was about to be broken by the turbulent consciousness.
impossible.
But it can't be useless. Dignity has no place. For continuation, for development, for an uncertain future, she has sacrificed a lot, and should continue to sacrifice. Sacrifice everything.
all.
"Okay," she finally said.
Icha laughed. Laughed for a long time. Moroje River could hear that it was joy from the bottom of her heart.
