Reverend Insanity

Sunrise three poles, blue sky white clouds.

The sun shines on the earth, the Yellow Dragon River rolls with long streams, and the river's lush jungle brings together a green ocean.

On the crown of the catcher tree, the vines climbed, eight or nine leaf cages, like converging mussels, raised high.

Suddenly, one of the cages trembled suddenly.

Pfft.

A bright red blade of the moon flew out of it and shot through the blades.

A young girl, dressed in a light robe, covered in a white blank armor, drilled out of a blade cage.

She was agile, her toes tied a few times on the tree, and she continued to leap, eventually landing safely on the ground.

It's white ice.

Throughout the process, the catcher tree was motionless and silent.

White condensed ice took a look at the catcher tree and couldn't help but appear yesterday, Fangyuan took care of her words.

“For any prey that escapes from poverty, the catcher tree will not attack again. Because the beast that can escape, the catcher tree can no longer deal with it. Although the catcher tree has no wisdom, this evolved instinct makes it more adapted to survival. ”

“Sneeze. ”

The white ice couldn't help but sneeze. She rubbed her nose, sweeping her eyes and measuring her surroundings.

Most of this catching forest holds a blade cage high above the canopy, like a turquoise shell.

“Looks like the bloody smell on the shallow beach attracted a lot of beasts. The catching grove was quite rich last night.” White ice thinks in your mind, moving your limbs and shaking your head.

She slept uncomfortably last night, the crocodile was stiff, and it was cold at night. Though extremely tired, she was frozen several times.

So he had dark circles and he wasn't feeling well. But after a night of practice, he recovered to much of his strength.

At this moment, she deliberately stands where the sun shines to dissipate the cold in her body.

“White ice, let me out.” A voice came from the source. He didn't have to listen to the meatloaf, he could hear the movement.

White condensed ice cast its eyes on another catcher tree. On the crown of this tree, swallow the leaf cage of the source below, still in the old place.

She smiled and didn't answer. Instead, close your eyes and bathe in the sun, deliberately procrastinating.

It took more than a minute for her to eject the bloody moon blade and cut off the vine.

Shell-like blades collide between trunks and eventually fall to the ground.

The white condensed ice slowly approached and prompted a bloody moon trick to cut through the blades, and the source just drilled out of it.

“Why are you so late? I woke up a long time ago and practiced for a while.” The colour of the source is red and the spirit trembles.

The clothes were taken out last night, and the cape was already hidden by him.

The white condensed ice snorted cold, and the square source was in such a state, a bit unexpected to her.

She thought that Fangyuan, like her, slept poorly and was cold and hungry. So deliberately delayed and tortured him more than once.

I didn't expect Square Source to be in such good shape.

“It's getting late. We have to hurry today. Let's eat first.” The source spits out the pocket flowers, taking out the coal stones, iron shelves, iron pots, water bags, cookies, and so on.

He moved smoothly and quickly cooked a pot of broth.

Then he searched the area and picked a large number of mushrooms on the trunk moss of the catcher tree.

These mushrooms are dry, elongated, dark purple, or black.

White condensed ice looked at Fangyuan and put all these mushrooms in the pan, questioning: “Wild plants, you can't eat them randomly, they probably contain toxins. ”

“Well, you're right.” Fang Yuan nods his head, "you can also not eat. ”

"You're poisoned, and I don't have a cure for worms. ”

Fangyuan faintly took out the soup spoon and drank a large sip of broth under the gaze of white ice.

White condensed ice chilled.

Until Fangyuan drank five or six broths, she confirmed that the soup was not dangerous.

I took the spoon and drank it, and my eyes lit up slightly.

This broth tastes much better than it did yesterday and tastes fresher!

She moved her gaze toward the tree mushrooms floating on the surface of the broth. Obviously, the difference between front and back is due to this mushroom.

She couldn't help but look at Fong Yuan, who was sitting on a rock, drinking soup with her head down, chewing on cookies and being very spiritual.

Obviously the sleeping environment is the same, white ice compares to the depraved appearance of yourself, inevitably there is a hint of admiration in your mind, even you don't want to admit it.

Of course, if she knew that Fangyuan had secretly taken out the cape and kept the clothes warm last night, it was doomed to be another emotion.

The source felt the white ice gaze, falling on him.

He did not lift his head, but smiled lightly in the corner of his mouth, pretended not to notice, and continued to eat and drink.

Ever since Qingmaoshan's first battle, White Condensed Ice has actively saved him, letting Fangyuan feel the pure magic in her body.

Demons are insane, irrational, and paranoid. The magic of white ice shows the value that can be exploited on her.

But white ice is also complicated.

On the one hand, she was purely childish, new, and the problems of the Northern Pluto were temporarily solved. So she doesn't want to give up, she loves life more, she doesn't want to die.

But on the other hand, she's magical, she's pursuing excellence, so she has an unparalleled sense of exasperation. She is not afraid of death, and if death is good enough, she will definitely die frankly.

A man like that, like a young dragon, is curious about the world, natural, wild and difficult to tame. She has her own path, her own ambitions and aspirations.

White condensed ice has not yet grown into a demon head, now it can only count as a demon. But it is a true demon who cannot change her path, nor can she change her direction, let alone make her submit.

The true devil is faithful only to himself, pilgrims alone in the darkness, and walks only on his own path.

True demons can admire others, but they can never yield to others.

Demons are their own kings, supreme!

The source understands white condensed ice because the source understands himself. He knew that white ice could never yield to him, but not to him, which did not mean that he could not yield. Failure to change her path does not mean that she cannot take advantage of it.

If the square source itself has three modifications, it naturally does not need white condensation ice. But now that he's only in the early stages, the use of white ice is worth a lot more.

However, it takes some thought to convince her to use her.

White condensed ice is brilliant and arrogant and cannot be forced to oppress. Slowly grind her sexuality with only a few small things, or with outside force to flank her.

Sneaking out your clothes to keep warm is not a cheap source. Just now, the white ice was deliberately delayed, and the source did not pursue it, nor was it because of his severity.

“It must take quite a while to conquer white ice. But there's no hurry. Take your time. I just need time to get back on track. ”

After two people had eaten, it was almost noon.

On the ground, all the footprints of the beast stepping out. They continued to set out, with white ice opening the road ahead, heading southeast of the jungle.

The deeper you go, the higher the trees in the jungle. The previous catcher tree, only three or four meters long, gradually emerged five or six meters long. From time to time, seven or eight meters of tree kings, such as cranes, appear.

Of course, there are also dead trunks, which fall on the ground and are covered with thick moss. Or in some joints, pull out the fine green buds. Or broken wood, split in half by lightning, revealing the power of the heavens and the earth.

These huge things, they grow so densely here, they cover up the day.

The deeper you go, the colder you'll feel.

Strong sunshine, blocked by the walls of lush branches, can only penetrate through a few gaps into some of the speckled shadows.

When the wind blows, the leaves sand, the shadows shake, like broken gold.

In the jungle, it's not calm.

From time to time, animals such as deer, foxes, rabbits, etc. are seen moving.

Most of them are birds, all kinds of birds, some three or five, some in groups, or flying in the sky, or standing between branches climbing each other's throats.

Occasionally, the roar of a tiger comes from afar.

The two of them stopped as they walked and relied on meatloaf to avert many crises. But in some places, if you can't avoid it, you have to use the force of white ice to forcibly break through.

Three shifts are enough to cope with unusual problems in the wild.

At night again, Fang Yuan searched for a safe camp, a mess of stone posts.

White ice was exhausting, and even on hard stones, she slept as soon as she could.

When she woke up the next day, she was all uncomfortable and her head was not functioning properly, apparently falling asleep. And her sneezing, the faster she sneezes, is obviously cold.

In the eyes of Fangyuan, he is still in a hurry.

They walked slowly because of a lack of mobile trickery. The source in front has a thousand miles of wolf spider, white condensed ice has a white Phase Immortal Snake trick, it is a step-by-step trick, all up to five turns. Too bad he ran away.

However, Fangyuan was not impatient. He was weak and needed time to practice continuously.

He hurries every day, even when it's time to rest, every minute of the day, and practises.

In the evening, he usually practises until late at night.

A few days later, the white ice got sick and caught cold. Dizziness, a sharp decline in fighting power, and fever.

Fangyuan had to stop, remove the herbs from the pocket flower, give her the oral, and also the topical ointment, applied to the body, hot, can remove moisture.

After a six-day break, it got better.

This time she got sick, gave her a head start. On several occasions during this period, she was dizzy and limb weak and could not even apply the ointment. Or Fang Yuan did it to help her.

“If there is no source, I'm afraid there will be less ferocity this time...” After the white ice recovery, I sigh in my heart. Even though she was extremely reluctant to admit it, it was the truth.

She used to have a hard tone and a harsh mouth. But after this, her words became less and more silent. Sometimes I can rush off and not say a word for half a day.

As her words become scarce, the voice of natural sources is enhanced. In doing so, he slowly became the leader of the two. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)