"What's wrong with you?"
Aunt Panson, who had just finished washing her clothes, looked at Morel who hurried back and asked curiously.
"See the little boss? How's it going? Can't you drive anymore?"
"No, no!"
Morel opened his mouth wide, wanting to describe the scene he just saw. However, after thinking for a long time, he still couldn't find the right words.
She held it in for a long time, and finally decided to take action directly. She pulled Aunt Pansen and ran towards the breeding room.
"I can't explain it to you. You have to see it with your own eyes to know!"
Morel's movements were so fast that Aunt Panson didn't have time to resist. She actually pulled her and ran for several steps. When she reacted and wanted to stop the person, she heard this sentence again. She was curious. He didn't refuse, so he trotted over.
As soon as she left the house and before she reached the door of the selective breeding house, Aunt Panson saw the culprits who turned Morrel into what he was like.
"Oh my God!"
She couldn't help but show a "Morel No. 2" expression, looking at the sky, her mouth wide open.
Through Aunt Panson's widened eyes, one could see the scene happening reflected in them.
A group of colorful flying fish flapped their wide pectoral fins and flew slowly around the breeding house.
Different colors are intertwined and move forward in a queue, from light to dark, a bit like a rainbow and a bit like an aurora, which really sets off a grand momentum like the migration of ethnic groups.
Logically speaking, such a number of monsters traveling around can easily put pressure on bystanders, but the devil floating fish is very obedient. Even if it is walking, it will only move in circles within the territory of the breeding house. Flying, never overstepping the bounds.
This is a very obvious and restricted sense of rules, which makes people know at a glance that this is a race that has been tamed.
When the bystanders looked at it again, they lost their fear and could only appreciate it.
Morel and Aunt Panson went through this psychological process. They looked at the breeding house from a distance, as if it had suddenly become a tourist attraction, and suddenly they rushed over in no hurry. The two of them hooked their arms. , as if admiring the natural beauty, walked slowly over.
This kind of scene has the strongest impact when viewed from a distance.
But when you get closer, you can also get a closer look.
Especially after a few laps of adjustment, the devil floating fish have found a suitable rhythm. The distance between each other is just right, and the formation of the formation is even more comfortable to watch.
Wrapped in them, even the breeding house that was used to looking ordinary and ordinary suddenly became sacred.
Morel, who had not read much, could only think of the paintings painted by wandering poets.
It's like mixing the starry sky with various paints, spreading them on the blank paper, and rolling up the breeding room. Many elements are combined to form such a shocking scene.
"So lovely!"
After a while, Morel finally regained her ability to think. After she sighed, she immediately turned to Aunt Panson with interest and came up with an idea: "You think if we can persuade a few others to let these fish go, Come swim, can you swim to our place?"
Morrel was very excited when he imagined seeing schools of flying fish when he went out.
Area 13 is too deserted, because it is too close to the gathering place of monsters, and ordinary animals cannot survive here at all.
Therefore, Morel, who grew up in District 10 and came to live in District 13 until he got married, has always felt uncomfortable.
She always felt that there was a lack of vitality here and it was so depressing that it made people uncomfortable. But now the appearance of the devil floating fish gave her new ideas.
If you can’t raise ordinary animals, you can raise monsters produced in the selective breeding house!
Aren't these devil floating fish just like pigeons, and they don't even know how to call!
