Wu Hao looked at a red, small paper man and broke out from the forest.

Then, on the gray-black land, a trace of gray-black energy radiated into the paper man's body, and black flames suddenly emerged from her small body.

This little guy seemed to be burned out of his mind. He was in a panic and was confused. He ran towards him without even looking at him.

"Oh my God, what is that?!"

"That must be the supreme demon who ruled the land of nirvana!"

"Hurry, run!"

A messy call came from the front.

I don’t know if there is a word devil in Monet’s language, but this is what it means when I hear Wu Hao’s ears.

It's those white Monets.

With the thought moving, the ghost fog roared away, and instantly grabbed a few white Monets back.

The latter's body was stiff and he didn't dare to move at all under the fog and shivered.

Interesting thing, these strange little guys can even "sweat" in fear, but the sweat that comes out seems to be a kind of white juice.

Put a few white Monets aside and protect them with ghost fog to prevent damage from this dead land.

Wu Hao had already discovered that it seemed that these little guys would be supplied with energy here in this deadly place, as if they were ignited by fire.

When you enter it, you will burn yourself and be destroyed in one moment or three moments.

Ignoring the white Monet for the time being, Wu Hao looked at the red little guy he saw first.

He turned his head and looked at Jasmine.

At this moment, this little guy was staring at him in a daze, looking surprised and confused.

I was muttering, I didn't know what I was muttering.

After a while, he gently touched the ghost fog with his little hand, and then he was filled with intoxication and happiness on his face.

Wu Hao raised his eyebrows quite strangely.

In this little guy, he actually felt a kind of intimacy.

It's like ~

It's like ~

Wu Hao pondered for a long time: "It's like his own child!"

But, how is that possible?

Why do these little red paper people have their own similar aura?

It's a bit like ghost fog, and a bit like weird.

Those white paper men didn’t have it!

Looking closely at this little guy, he seemed to be a girl.

With beautiful eyes and beautiful eyes, you can clearly see the red paper man, and there are some small ornaments that are decorated with beautiful decorations on the body.

The delicate face is like a little human girl.

But the body is as flat as a paper man, and it seems to be from the two-dimensional world.

If you look closely, you can see strange liquid flowing in the red paper man's body, almost clearly visible.

It is these liquids that make them look more lively and lively than the paper people who sacrificed the dead in China.

This little guy looks pretty pretty!

Wu Hao muttered to himself.

I haven't seen a living creature for a long time, especially a woman. Now I can see the feeling of being beautiful even when I look at a small paper man.

In more than a year, it was the first time he encountered a creature that seemed to be able to communicate with. Although it was in the small world of barriers, it also made him very excited.

Ahem~

He coughed in a fake way and cleared his throat.

He asked slowly in a voice that he thought was extremely majestic.

"Can you understand what I say?"

No response.

Wu Hao: ""

"Can you understand?"

The latter still smiled foolishly and snuggled up against the ghost fog.

What the hell is your face of happiness?

The little thing looked like he was covered in black.

What exactly does this little thing treat him?

Ancestor?

god?

Or its guardian?

It always feels a bit inexplicable.

"Yaah!"

The Elf of Light was rotating rapidly around Wu Hao. What's more interesting is that this little thing seemed to be very interested in the red paper man, and it actually circled around it.

Continuously making babbling sounds.

The little paper man looked at the crazy light ball in fear. After waiting for a while, he actually followed it and started to scream.

This made the Elf of Light even more crazy.

The rotation speed is fast!

Super hi!

After a while, the little guy seemed to remember something, he tinkered with his arms for a while, groped on the jewelry for a while, and finally took out a red crystal the size of a fingernail from somewhere, looked at the ghost fog around him, and then raised it high.

"The great god of red Monet, please accept the offerings offered by Jasmine."

The little guy looked expectant.

god?

Do you really think of yourself as a god?

Jasmine?

This little thing seems to be called Jasmine, and its name sounds pretty good.

Also, these little things actually call themselves red Monet, and those white paper men are white Monet?

Wu Hao, who didn't quite understand the specific information of this small world, kept analyzing the information obtained in his heart, and then silently used ghost fog to silently connect the red crystal in the little guy's hand.

Watch carefully.

This seems to be a corner of a hexagonal crystal, about one-sixth of which, you can clearly see the edge of the crystal, and there are signs of fragmentation.

It seems to be intentionally separated.

Broken core??

This seems to be the remaining part of some special item after it is broken, which is about one-sixth of the size of the original item. It contains wonderful energy and its function is not yet known.

Another unknown item!

It seems to be a residual part of a certain core.

Wu Hao thought silently.

etc!

The breath above

He frowned. For some reason, this crystal seemed to have a breath that was very similar to his weird power. It can even be said that the aura on it came from him.

interesting!

What is the origin of these red Monets? Their aura is similar to that of themselves. It is not weird, but it seems to be contaminated with its own weird power. Now that I take out an item to sacrifice to the gods, I have my own similar aura, which is a bit inexplicable.

"Is it related to the third Octagonal Monument?"

"But, what's the connection here?"

Wu Hao couldn't figure it out.

What's more troublesome is that I can't communicate with Xiao Moli now. Although I can understand it, he can't speak Monet's language.

This kind of chirping is like the language of laughter and striking, in his feeling, it is completely a bird's singing.

Seeing Wu Hao put away the red crystal

Little Moli looked ecstatic.

Then he knelt in the ghost fog and kept kowtowing at Wu Hao.

"Great God, save the Red Monet clan. We have reached the brink of destruction. We have been waiting for your arrival for thousands of years. These hateful white Monets have almost slaughtered the Red Monet clan."

"Please, please bring down the divine punishment, punish the White Monet clan, and save your people."

Big red tears flowed out from Xiao Moli's eyes. These tears fell into the fog and solidified into small beads, and a series of them were almost strung into chains.
Chapter completed!