Chapter 1700 [Fufu's Wonderful Adventure 92] Anhill's Educational Method
Although the brothers enthusiastically tried to keep them, Fufu and his party did not stay in the camp of the Qimian Clan for too long.
Before it got dark, I said goodbye to leave the camp, called the winged dragon, and returned to the star stronghold not far from here.
The moment the pterosaur rose into the air, Fu Fu realized that her physical strength and energy were already exhausted in the previous battle, flight, and her spirit had been in a state of excitement.
Now she completely relaxed, the feeling of fatigue spreading all over her body made her wish she could immediately close her eyes and lie down.
"I knew I should have had a sleep in the camp first," Fufu muttered, sleepy as if a tsunami had hit, and in a daze, she hung under the pterosaur and narrowed over.
"Meow?! You dare to sleep when you fly? Wake up and meow!"
The fish steak on her tried to wake her up, but she didn't dare to make too much noise, for fear that the bad-tempered winged dragon above would throw it and Fufu away.
Fortunately, the pterodactyl has a bad temper, but it is also the "domestic pterodactyl" specially trained by the investigation team since the egg hatching. It not only knows the way back, but also has a far better attitude towards manned flight than the wild tribes. skilled.
Even though the controller did not give any command, he never cooperated with adjusting the center of gravity. The whole process was hanging there like a heavy meat pocket. It also endured its discomfort and took one person and one cat back to the stars with great responsibility. stronghold.
Of course, revenge is inevitable.
When it landed, it suddenly dived, and swung its body, throwing the still sleeping Fufu and the fish shaking all the way into the sea by the dock. Then it roared up and flew back to the dragon shed alone.
I won't take you again next time!
A fluttering wave.
Drinking a stomach of bitter and salty sea water, Fufu and the fish steak crawled back to the dock, wet.
The busy people at the dock noticed the miserable man and cat, and couldn't help but come over to ask if they needed help.
There are not many people in the entire New World investigation team who know this miserable girl who spits out the sea. They just think that this girl is very young and very handsome.
Fufu, who was lying on the ground, waving her hands hard while retching.
At this time, she only hopes that the group of brothers, sisters, uncles and aunts gathered around her will not be so enthusiastic.
It's so disgraceful!
Holding a writing board, the squad leader of the squad was confirming the types of goods and materials brought back by the trading ship, and the quantity of materials.
She squatted down and patted Fufu's back hard, helping her spit out the sea water that was poured into her stomach. She glanced at the half-bad fish with puzzled eyes on her face, "Why do you two look like this? Have you gone out to the field by yourself? ”
Fufu choked out a sip of water again, "Cough cough. No, I followed the leader, vomit."
The squad leader of the material squad showed deeper sympathy on his face, "That's even worse, poor child, where is the leader of the group? Didn't he come back with you?
Well, I shouldn't ask this question. That old guy is always elusive and disappears in a blink of an eye. "
Fufu nodded in pain.
The squad leader of the material squad helped Fufu up, "Depending on your appearance, you probably have experienced the battle. You need bandage and rest. I will take you to the doctor first."
"I'm fine, but the fish steak is not in good condition." Fufu looked at her partner who was lying on the corpse with some concern, "It has burns."
Although I had helped fish steak to treat the wounds simply in the Qimian Clan camp before.
But now, after soaking the sea water, the wound is covered with wet hair, which can easily cause inflammation. It seems that the hair will have to be shaved even if it is not shaved.
With the help of the squad leader of the material squad, he first sent the fish steak to the infirmary. Fufu, who originally wanted to go home to rest directly, remembered something, and turned to the headquarters again.
As she expected, the leader of the group was here too.
"I heard from the leader of the group, you are doing pretty well."
Anshire's expression was as plain as ever, "It's just that we should be more careful. The guide's guidance made you ignore your judgment of the surrounding environment. There will be no traces near the Barbarian Dragon's Nest, and you shouldn't have broken in. "
True, I have to preach a few words after praising someone.
Fu Fu pouted in dissatisfaction, shook her hair, which was still wet, and made her waist to tell her purpose, "I want to buy some supplies!"
Of course, Anhill guessed what she was going to buy and do, but deliberately pretended to be puzzled, "You want to buy something and go to the grocery store, what do you want to do with me?"
This made Fufu's arrogance go down.
This place is different from home. She never lacks money when she is at home. She can find her mother if her father doesn't give her, and she can find her aunt if she doesn't give her. As long as she asks for her, she will definitely give her twice as much.
There is no way, the situation is better than the human being, so I can only choose to bow my head now.
Fufu rubbed against her father with a squeaky look on her face. She was about to act coquettishly, and Anxier spoke first, "You want money to buy gifts for your friends from the strange face, right?"
"Yeah! I promised them."
"Okay." Anshire agreed happily, "If you want 5000z? Or 10000z? I can lend you."
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Fufu's smile froze on her face before she could show it.
Why do you have to borrow it?
A place of demon gathering.
Feng Ying steadily jumped into a camp on the edge of the island, and looked up.
The clever sour pterodactyl was rushing to the sky as if running for life, and the area that the spore fog and miasma could not affect was gone.
It will be difficult to use the pterosaurs to move again next. Even the strong pterosaurs cannot resist the erosion of miasma for a long time.
No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!
Otherwise, they will become like the aromatic pterids falling in the valley of Miasma, dominated by microorganisms in the miasma, and become half-dead like a sub-zombie.
Feng Ying put the miasma-resistant stones on her face and carefully checked the sealing condition of the filter mask. At the same time, she began to consciously adjust the breathing frequency to make her breathing light and long, so as to minimize the inhalation of mist and miasma.
The camp has been completely abandoned due to lack of maintenance for more than a decade.
The tents, bonfires, stoves and other facilities are still there, but they are already covered with a thick layer of dust and mycelium.
Especially on the animal skin mask of the tent, there are even large pieces of unknown mushrooms, which are obviously impossible to use again.
The air visibility is very poor, and the surroundings are covered in white.
In just a few minutes, a large number of spores floating in the air and flocs made of mycelium were covered with armor.
Using "snowflakes" to describe these things is obviously too insulting to symbolize pure ice and snow. Feng Ying thinks "dandruff" is a better metaphor.
Then she was disgusted by her own thoughts.
Think about this place of magic gathering that used to be as magnificent, diverse and full of vitality as an exquisite ecological box has now become this white, sticky and disgusting look.
Feng Ying felt that when she saw that ugly thing later, she would have to punch it twice more.
Wipe the spores stained with the goggles on it, and confirm the direction to the map in his hand. Feng Ying left the abandoned camp and walked towards the former Lu Coral area.
According to the plan, she will cut into the edge camp, pass through the former forest area, and arrive at the Lu Coral area to find the crack leading to the core area of the underground Miasma Valley.
It is dark and humid, and it is a paradise for spores and miasma microorganisms to reproduce, and it is also the favorite environment for corpse dragons.
If you guess correctly, that guy will hide there.
The layers of mycelium on the ground form a thick mushroom blanket, which is soft when you step on it, giving you a nauseating comfort.
From time to time, I would step on the sporangia, splashing the boots, and the mucus like snot seeped into the gaps of the armor, soaking the lining into a sticky way.
*, when you go back to this mission, if you don’t take off the armor, you will probably not be able to wear it if you thoroughly clean it inside and out.
Feng Ying cursed and tried hard to divert her attention from these disgusting things and focus on her surroundings.
She originally thought that under the double erosion of miasma and spores, the animals and plants on the island had long died, but now she realized that this was not the case.
The tall trees still stood there, but the originally green branches and leaves turned into some kind of pathological dark yellow, combined with the mycelium covering it, clusters of like mutated tumors.
The spores seem to be clear. Instead of completely sucking away the nutrients of the tree, it is better to leave it a breath, let it continue half-deadly, continue photosynthesis, and continuously provide nutrients for the growth of mycelium.
This feeling is not very comfortable, it is not called "symbiosis", it is a typical "parasitic".
Just as I looked up, there was a rumbling movement in my ears.
Are there other living things on this island?
Feng Ying turned her gaze in surprise, her body was festered, her scales peeled off, and a corpse-like little thief dragon emerged from the "shrub" composed of strange-shaped strains. (This chapter ends)