After the candle on the snowman's head was extinguished, it melted instantly and turned into a puddle of snow water, seeping into the ground, as if it had never existed.
This is interesting.
When it's burning, it freezes well and stands tall.
When the fire went out, it melted instead. I don’t know why.
However, as the candles were extinguished, the sky also darkened.
It was as dark as night, as if returning to normal jet lag.
It seems that this independent space has been cracked and time and space have returned to normal.
Cai Gengang wanted to ask someone around him if he was sick.
Ignite a fire during the day and the black spots go out. What is the difference between this and Da Vinci's flashlight?
The golden light of the golden apple tree dazzled Cai Gen's eyes.
There are also more than a hundred small red light spots, coiled under the tree, which are really beautiful.
The big tree is still there, and the hundred-headed dragon Ladon is also there, so he probably hasn't gone out yet.
Cai Gen made the judgment easily.
"Lao Pu, do you have anything to say about this?
Why has everything changed suddenly?"
Puro stared at the golden apple tree and slowly shook his head.
"I was not there when Hercules picked apples.
I don’t know exactly what happened.”
Suddenly, the golden apple in the center of the golden apple tree became brighter and brighter, becoming a veritable little sun.
In this moment of darkness, Cai Gen's eyes immediately blurred.
"Holy shit, what are you doing?
Xiao Sun, please take a look quickly to see if it spontaneously combusts?
If you burn it, it will be all in vain."
Xiao Sun's eyes are not highly dependent on light.
No matter it is dark or bright, it will not be affected.
"Third uncle, that luminous object is an apple.
It’s not very big, the size of a red Fuji, and it’s all golden.”
"Smelly monkey, this exposes your uneducated nature.
The whole body is golden, so it should be Marshal Huang, how can it be Red Fuji?"
Xiao Tmall found Xiao Sun's speech problem in time and spared no effort.
"Bitcat, are you sick again?
The shoe print on my mouth is still there, so why can’t I remember it?
A product that is despised by thousands of people still has the nerve to be forced to live here."
Xiao Tianmao not only has shoe prints on its mouth, but also shoe prints all over its body.
After all, everyone has worked hard just now, and there are various models.
Xiao Tmall wanted to retaliate, but was interrupted by Cai Gen.
"Lao Pu, you just said that it would be difficult to achieve results.
Looking at this posture now, it’s not just the result, it’s almost familiar.
Does it mean to me that the fruit is ripe and ready to be picked?"
"Boss Cai, I think what Mr. Pu said is true.
Even if you fictionalize a golden apple, it will consume a lot of energy.
In this independent space, energy is limited.
Therefore, other unimportant consumption was canceled to allow the golden apples to mature.
Just like the brightness of the sky, the flames of the snowman are unsustainable.
It seems that this golden apple is very important and is the key to solving the problem."
Xiong Haizi's analytical and observation skills are indeed excellent.
Any clues can be reduced to a seemingly reasonable truth in her mouth.
"That's probably what happened. It looks like the golden apples are really ripe.
Cai Gen, get the golden apple and complete this trial, then we can go out."
Pu Luo looked confident, as if he had judged it himself.
Cai Gen dismissed such hindsight.
Even if Xiong Haizi's words were changed and said again, it would not turn into his own opinion, let alone a unique insight.
"As long as you are not blind, no one can see that the golden apple is the key?
The question is, what should we do with the more than 100 little red lights below?
Is that Ladon also a descendant of Typhon, the ancestor of the demon of life?"
"Maybe, I haven't been in contact with it and don't know much about it.
Ninety percent of the monsters in Rashi's world are of Typhon's blood."
Hydra, the three-headed Cerberus, and now the hundred-headed dragon Ladon.
This gene is really variable, and it doesn’t look like it belongs to the same father.
Cai Gen directly chose to enter the next link.
It is not important to know where Ladon came from.
The point is how to stop him.
"Lao Pu, the meaning of your existence is gradually becoming lighter.
If you continue, you will be in danger, so be aware.
Haizi, what you read in the book was how Hercules solved it?
Let’s learn from it.
So, reading more is still useful at critical moments.
No matter if it is a useless idle book or not."
He obviously needs it, but he still says that he is reading some leisurely books.
Xiong Haizi really wanted to get angry and say he didn't know.
"Boss Cai, what is Xianshu?
How can a book be such a leisurely thing?
I have learned since I was a child that it is helpful to open a book and learn from history.
besides..."
"If you don't know, just say so and don't hide your ignorance.
After struggling for so long, I feel sleepy.
I am no longer young, lack of sleep, and prone to wrinkles.
You should seize the opportunity to speak, and if you write more ink, I will send it to you."
Cai Gen's impatience suddenly appeared, which was enough of a deterrent to Xiong Haizi.
Xiong Haizi definitely doesn't want to be sent out. The opportunity now is too rare.
Especially at a moment like this, it is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to live in myths and legends and experience the great events of the Rashi world together with the god Luotao.
Everything he experienced gave Xiong Haizi a feeling of participating in history, which was extremely good.
"Boss Cai, don't be anxious.
I have to remember, if I say something wrong, you still have to blame me.
These are all fairy tales I read when I was in kindergarten.
After all these years, I have to think about it carefully.
By the way, it seems that it was not the Hercules who picked the apples, but the sky-carrying giant Atlas who helped to do this.
Atlas, the giant who carried the sky, picked off a few colorful stars and knocked them against each other while they were still in the air, creating beautiful music.
The hundred-headed dragon Ladon listened to the music, and his hundred heads gradually became tired, closed their eyes one by one, and fell asleep.
Then Atlas, the sky-carrying giant, killed Ladon, the hundred-headed dragon, and defiled the fairies who guarded the apple orchard.
Finally, I picked the golden apple.
As for what happened next, my fairy tale book was not complete, and the last few pages were wiped by children.
That's all I know."
Cai Gen looked at Xiong Haizi and felt something was wrong.
What kind of kindergarten?
What fairy tale books do you read to your children these days?
If Xiong Haizi had not taken the wrong textbook, then he had killed the dragon and defiled the fairy, wouldn't there be any righteous parents to take care of it?
Isn’t this poisoning the next generation of weak flowers?
"Haizi, when you were in kindergarten.
Do you just want to read such a bloody and violent fairy tale book?
What publisher is it from?”
"The manuscript is from my grandfather's bookshelf."
Well, Cai Gen nodded, it's more like Xiong Chumo's book collection, that's right.
It is very difficult to recall the method Xiong Haizi just described.
There is no giant who can carry the sky.
There are no stars to reach for.
So how can you play music that puts a dragon to sleep?
Can you sing a lullaby?
Lullaby?
Cai Gen's eyes lit up.
When it comes to coaxing children to sleep, D4 Day Group is the professional one.
Kui Niu's blood cells can soothe him, let alone a dragon?
