Kemen patted the scarf around his neck and called out the big-faced cat.
He wears a scarf even when sleeping, untying it several times for comfort.
Ke Meng looked into the eyes of the big-faced cat and glanced at the sand sculpture with his peripheral vision.
There is no need for him to panic as Tangyuan stares at the sand sculpture.
In terms of reaction speed, pets are definitely faster than him.
The bell made a nail-piercing sound, leaving Kemen with a lingering sense of crisis in his heart.
The sense of crisis came out of nowhere, and Kemeng didn't know where the crisis came from.
Fifteen seconds passed, and Kemen gained strange knowledge.
"Sand sculpture"
"A rare eagle that lives in the desert. Other birds lose their feathers, and they shed sand. They usually clean the sand in the gaps between their wings, and when they shake, the sand will fall out."
"The sand sculpture clan is proficient in the language of sand sculptures. Even if you don't understand the language of birds, you can still understand their sand sculpture sounds."
Kemeng looked at the sand sculpture's feet, and a thin layer of sand had piled up at his feet.
Sand maker?
I always feel that the construction site needs it, making sand for free, environmentally friendly and clean.
Then came another piece of strange knowledge.
"Ding Ding Bell"
"A small bell will make a crisp "ding" sound every time it is shaken. The person who hears it will have a sense of crisis. The longer he listens, the louder the sound becomes and the greater the sense of crisis."
"The sense of crisis generated by the tinkle bell has an upper limit and cannot be upgraded to a sense of fear."
After gaining new knowledge, Kemen finally understood where the sense of crisis came from.
The nail bell can make a "ding" sound, and any creature that hears the "ding" will generate a sense of crisis.
The sense of crisis can be continuously superimposed, but the bell can only be superimposed until it approaches the limit of fear.
Ding-ding bells can scare away some people or things at certain times, which is pretty good.
Kemen thought for a moment and patted the big-faced cat back into his scarf.
Then he gave Tangyuan sign language, and Tangyuan understood, twisted his golden hair into the shape of a hand, and snatched the bell from the sand sculpture's mouth.
Ding ding ding ding.
The sound of the bell rang loudly, and the sense of crisis increased.
Without the bell, Sha Diao still didn't dare to open his eyes, his body shook even more violently, and his fear became even more intense.
It can be seen that the evil god's status is so terrifying in Sha Diao's heart that he doesn't even dare to open his eyes.
It wanted to dig out both of its eyes to avoid looking directly at the evil god.
Also because the shaking intensified, more sand was shaken out from the feather crevices.
Kemen slapped the bell into the storage space with his scarf. The tinkling sound disappeared and the sense of crisis disappeared.
The little sand sculpture didn't seem so scared anymore, but it still didn't dare to open its eyes.
"Wake up, it's safe here, don't be afraid anymore." Kemeng put on his giant gloves and sat on the bed and looked directly at it.
Tangyuan still maintains a tight state, and must maintain basic vigilance when facing abnormal creatures.
When the sand sculpture heard Kemeng's words, the sand shook down again.
"Open your eyes," Kemon said again.
The sand sculpture quickly raised its wings and buried its head in the wings, not daring to look at it.
But this action revealed that it could understand human speech.
"Tangyuan, open its wings."
Tang Yuan was ordered to roll his body directly against the sand sculpture, then use dog hair to spread its wings, and then use fine dog hair to open the sand sculpture's eyes.
Such a tough attitude made the sand sculpture even more frightened. His body trembled to the extreme, and he opened his beak and made a squeaking sound, like a raped little wife.
But because he opened his eyes, the sand sculpture finally saw that the thing in front of him was a ball of golden retriever.
Then its head was forcibly straightened, and Kemeng's face came into view.
The little sand sculpture originally thought it would have a very scary face and a very scary environment.
But what is the situation in front of me? Warm sunshine, white walls, and a harmless-looking man with the face of an adventurer.
"Acridine? Acridine?" The sand sculpture made a strange pronunciation.
A small head with big doubts.
Is this an evil god?
The little sand sculpture speaks the language of the sand sculpture. Kemeng cannot speak the language of the sand sculpture, but he does understand its sand sculpture language.
It has white hair all over, like a creature in the snow, holy and pure.
Because the feathers are very white, the yellow sand that is shaken off becomes very conspicuous. The gaps between the feathers are full of sand, and it looks like it will never be shaken off completely.
"It doesn't matter who I am. What's important is that you have to live here from now on, follow the rules of contemporary society, and don't make trouble, otherwise you will pluck out your hair and use it to make soup." Kemeng set the tone first to avoid making trouble.
This sand sculpture does not have the same master recognition ceremony as Tangyuan, so it is definitely not as loyal as Tangyuan. The little sand sculpture needs to be well trained.
The little sand sculpture naturally heard what Kemeng said.
But to be honest, the little idiot couldn't understand Kemeng's words.
The previous action of burying its head into the wings was its subconscious behavior. It curled up its neck so that it could not see the outside, and neither could the evil god see it.
Self-deception is the little fool’s life-saving idea.
Seeing Kemeng's face at this moment, the little sand sculpture's heart seemed to stop beating.
Oops, I saw the evil god’s true appearance!
Can't live anymore.
Moreover, he just sent out a question, and at this moment, the little idiot wanted to die.
The body continued to tremble, and the sand shook out from between the feathers.
Ke Meng watched the sand on the floor pile up more and more, and his mood gradually became subtle, a little unhappy.
There was too much sand, and he had to clean it himself, which was really troublesome.
The little sand sculpture didn't know what Kemeng was thinking. Seeing Kemeng's face darken, its heart skipped a beat.
"Yaya!"
The sand sculpture closed its eyes and looked like it was being slaughtered. It accepted its fate.
In the heart of the little sand sculpture, Ke Meng is definitely an evil god.
As for the lack of a strong terrifying aura on Kemeng's body, the little sand sculpture understood that the evil god had hidden the aura of the evil god, so he looked harmless to humans and animals.
If the evil god is offended, he will definitely turn his back on him and kill him in the blink of an eye.
Kemeng saw the sand sculpture shaking even more violently, and the sand fell from the feather cracks.
Looking at the sand on the ground, Kemeng fell into deep thought.
How can I make the little sand sculpture stop trembling?
Got it!
Nameless salted fish!
Kemeng looked at the nameless salted fish in the room. At the moment, the nameless salted fish was placed on the table. The sand sculpture was facing away from the nameless salted fish and closed its eyes to wait for death. He did not see the salted fish.
A few seconds later, Tangyuan picked up the nameless salted fish and gently slapped the sand sculpture on the face.
The little sand sculpture opened his eyes and saw his face on Xianyu's body, feeling inexplicably horrified.
It was also at this time that its body finally stopped shaking and shaking off sand.
