PFC Chapter 1025
Chapter 1025
A purple-black corpse and a twisted corpse were placed in front of it.
【Eat, eat and you will gain new abilities】
[Eat it! This bug is disgusting. Since you're a plant, you might get used to it.]
Some were given by Bi Ke, and some were given by Feng Lan.
How many can she kill by herself? Of course, a family of three can kill the most and the fastest together!
The three of them acted very quickly. Huahua ate the worm. With its devouring talent, it quickly mastered the method of eating this special worm.
"call--"
The wind in heaven stopped and He was awakened.
In other words, His dreams were eaten, and He woke up naturally without dreams.
Half asleep, half awake.
First, kill those disgusting smelling bugs.
"—"
Without a sound, those arrogant worms that were fighting with the regrets were wiped out in an instant by the tremendous power.
Secondly, there is the noisy presence that makes the noise.
The giant birdman lay dying in the city, his beautiful feathers gnawed by worms. She saw a hole and thought it was a way to leave, but it attracted the worms of her dream.
"—"
It was also silent and no more difficult than before, and was also wiped out by His thought.
then,
He is tired.
He was so tired from having this dream, and it lasted so long. It was time to wake up.
But He was inexplicably reluctant to wake up.
It was as if His presence was lingering in my dreams.
"Wu——"
There was a clear and melodious flute sound, the sound was high and low, no one knew where it came from, like a cheerful minor tune, the early morning sunlight, the green shadows of the trees, and the lazy cat, the rhythm was light but made him think of parting.
A black cat with green eyes.
"Meow-"
He inexplicably thought of such a black cat. When he heard the cat's meow, he slowly fell asleep to the sound of the flute.
"call……"
The sound of the wind in the sky continued.
Lin Shenqu did not stop playing the flute immediately. He continued to play the high and low notes, wandering in the city again and again. The clear sound of the flute repaired the tattered dream.
This long song made Lin Shenqu's face pale as gold paper. His red cloak was no longer ostentatious, but stuck tightly to his body. His bright silver-white short hair also dimmed, and his bright golden eyes drooped.
Every time this magic flute is played, it greedily demands everything from the flute player: wealth, power, hard work, passion, everything, until the flute player is drained dry or stops.
Ordinary people can only touch the magic flute once, and they cannot blow it even if they squeeze out all its value.
Lin Shenqu played for a whole day and night, and only stopped playing after making sure that his dream was still dark and sweet.
Lin Shenqu glanced at the greedy magic flute unhappily, and his lips turned pale as he knocked on the door, "Greedy guy."
Eat half of his flesh and blood in one breath.
The moment he made his move, Feng Lan and the other two tactfully quieted down and watched helplessly as the worms in front of them, which could be converted into divine power, were crushed to pieces.
What a pity, I only ate a little bit.
Amid the melodious flute music, Bi Ke felt a little regretful. He wanted to take a bite of the big worm to see if it tasted different from the small ones.
Huahua didn't say anything, she kept her head down. A small, unripe fruit bloomed on the branch. It was a fruit with the attribute of dreams.
It is a small one, sometimes illusory and transparent, sometimes real, the size of a thumb, misty deep purple, hanging on the branch in a hidden way, looking malnourished.
Feng Lan looked at it and thought that it might need to eat some worms to grow bigger.
But those bugs are gone.
After hearing Feng Lan's guess, Bi Ke scratched his tentacles in distress. "How about I spit some out? There might still be some left undigested!"
[Eh—I don't want that, that's disgusting!] Huahua yelled in the channel, [There's a discrete 'dream' here, I'll just eat this.]
It doesn't want to eat the bugs vomited out by this stinky Bick!
The sound of the flute seemed to have magic. Feng Lan could hear the high and low flute sounds wherever she was. The same was true for Bi Ke Hua Hua. She walked slowly in the city, avoiding those singularities that would fall into dreams, while putting away the Rubik's Cube filled with energy and taking out a new one.
The cheerful tune was played over and over again. In the sound of the flute, Feng Lan could feel that the dream was becoming more stable and he was sleeping more deeply.