"Come again... Well, I don't need the blood sample for now. Make me a glass of glucose water. It needs to be warm..."
"Don't add ice! When your body is too hot, don't drink large gulps of iced drinks! - The esophagus is so close to the aorta that a bone is stuck and can directly poke the aorta. If you drink large gulps of iced drinks, the main
The arteries may spasm due to cold and the heart may stop!”
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Gretza was in the research institute, busy scanning and analyzing viruses every day, hoping to find a way to use magic to analyze and lock the virus. While he was working hard, other friends were also working hard:
"Hoo Chi, Hoo Chi...I'm so tired..."
Bernard was sweating profusely, and he climbed up the mountain step by step, holding on to his oak stick.
——Yes, it’s Grete’s oak stick. He lives in the research institute day in and day out. He can’t even see the sun above his head, and can’t even step on the soil under his feet. The oak stick is very objectionable, and Grete has no choice but to do so.
Finally lent it to Bernard to use:
During this period, Bernard maintained the frequency of exercising once a week, climbing to the top of a snow-capped mountain and then coming back down. It was the same snow-capped mountain where Gretel and Serira flew up side by side using the Dragon Flying Technique. Bernard
To climb once, it takes two days to reach the top and another two days to slowly descend:
Afraid of slipping?
Grete used the best stainless steel to make a pair of crampons for his hands, which could be tied to his boots (hmm, the transformation spell can be shaped with mental power, which is really convenient);
Afraid of falling into a crevice?
Grete gave him a Feather Fall Belt, which is automatically triggered and will not kill him even if he falls;
Afraid of an avalanche on the top of a mountain? Afraid of being injured and having no legal treatment?
Bernard raised his head, his face changing color. Above the hillside, a cloud of snow slipped under his feet, and a large piece of broken ice cracked under his feet and rolled down the mountain. The more it rolled, the more snow it got on.
The rolling became louder and louder, and gradually, the whole mountain responded:
On the top of the mountain, click, click, click, snow and mist rolled down like a river. Bernard's face changed color, he kicked and kicked, found a place where the ground was solid and the snow was not too thick, and he used his strength to lift the oak stick:
"Master Oak Staff...Master Oak Staff...it depends on you from now on...make sure to save my life..."
Snow and mist rolled up. In an instant, the oak stick, which had been deeply pierced into the ground, poked out its roots and plunged under the snow-capped mountains. At the top of the tree crown, ten green leaves shined brightly, turning into a lush crown, holding up
A small world.
The heavy snow covered Bernard. He huddled up under the oak tree, turned his head to one side, and listened to the snow and dust rolling down outside. Finally, the sound disappeared. He tightened the thick cloth gloves on his hands and took off the shovel:
"Hey! Let's dig!"
He dug out the snow pit, dug out a path, climbed to the top of the snow pit, and took a few breaths of air. He grabbed a handful of oak leaves, lifted them up a few times, and the oak tree quietly shrank into an oak staff and fell into his hand:
"Uncle Oak, let's go!"
On the top of the oak stick, ten green leaves are swaying gently, as if they are smiling. Alas, there is sunshine, snow water to drink, and it is particularly blazing on the top of the mountain. It has never been exposed to the sun before, and there is also cold weather and no wind.
The wind can blow...
What a great day!
As an oak stick, no, as an oak tree with pursuits, it should travel to various places and accept all kinds of sunshine, rain and dew, so that it can grow best!
After overcoming a crisis, Bernard continued to climb up the snow-capped mountains. Step by step, the closer he got to the top of the mountain, the heavier his steps became and the harder it was to breathe. When he was approaching the crater pass, every step he took made him feel like he was being pressed down by a thousand kilograms of boulders.
, Venus flashes randomly...
Two days to go up the mountain, two days to go down the mountain, three days to eat, drink, rest and relax at the bottom of the mountain. Then two days to go up the mountain, two days to go down the mountain. After this cycle, Bernard gradually felt that his strength was steadily increasing, and he became more and more powerful as he climbed the mountain.
The easier it is...
Work harder! If you work harder, you can advance!
The boss has reached level 10, I can't stay stuck at level 9!
Work hard! In the next round, try to speed up and reach the top of the mountain in one day!
Bernard trained hard and fought hard to advance. In comparison, Apa's advancement was much easier:
"Crack, click, click! Click, click, click!"
The Silver Moon Deer buried its face in the stone trough and ate without raising its head. Linn hugged Mr. Trocca and came out to see him. When he saw that the gray wolf in the stone trough had only half a leg left, he smiled.
Pat its antlers:
"Apa, are you full today? Do you want more?"
"hold head high--"
Apa nodded vigorously. Eat! Eat! Eat hard! A gray wolf is nothing! I, the king of the Silver Moon Deer group, can still eat three times more!
Gretel is a poor man. Before, he was raised with a lot of fresh grass, a lot of bean cakes and oats, a small amount of eggs, candy and meat! He had to go out to the wilds by himself to eat berries and magic plants.
Catching fish from the sea!
In vain, he shared the cave full of small white flowers with this guy. Gretel ate it and took it away, without even mentioning improving his food!
Fortunately, during this period, perhaps because of someone's treat, Gretel provided him with food and became more and more lavish. Meat?
available everyday!
Warcraft?
At least one every day!
Sweet sugar cane?
No problem, take care of yourself!
Various medicinal materials and magic plants?
As long as Uncle Apa wants to eat, he will eat at least one stone every day!
Linn smiled and touched the shimmering antlers, picked up the space bag, pointed it at the stone trough and poured it down. In order to save him, Gretel rushed from the east coast to the west coast, and it was Appa who worked hard to carry several people.
, running at full speed every day.
Even for this reason, even if he didn't pay for food - and he didn't have to pay for it - he should still take on the responsibility of feeding Grete while he was busy!
"Come, eat! This is the magic crocodile meat that Gretel wants to bring. Skin it and make it into armor. The rest is yours!"
Click, click, click...
"No problem! Come on, here are the stone flowers on the surrounding hillsides. Even though they are so small, they grow very fast after absorbing the rainwater..."
Apa lowered his head, rolled his big tongue, and rolled up a large cluster of stone flowers from the stone trough. He chewed a few times with his eyes narrowed, and the juice splashed everywhere:
Creak, creak, creak...
"There are a little bit of beast crystals, so save some. After a while, the vaccine will be rolled out, and more natives can go into the forest to hunt, and you will have more beast crystals to eat..."
Boom, boom, boom…
On the silver-white deer skin, the tips of the three-meter-wide antlers gradually emitted a soft, moon-like light. Appa yawned and lay down on the ground:
I feel like I'm about to advance... In recent times, I've eaten well, slept well, walked a long, long way, and there are still people fighting with me, and I feel like advancement is just around the corner...
Well, I hope I can get a little smaller this time, and a little smaller again. When I encounter a more difficult road, I don’t need Miss Serrela to shrink me. Her reduction technique is not comfortable at all...
Also, it’s best if the corners can be reduced individually! It’s so annoying to not be able to enter the door every time!
"Recently, more and more adventurers have come here."
Ms. Jasmine finished calculating the accounts for the day and flicked her fingers. On the top of the desk, the lily of the valley that had absorbed the sun all day and was emitting soft light dimmed with the flick of her fingers.
She leaned back on the wicker chair, stretched out, and looked at her husband:
"If you work for another half month, you should be able to save enough resources for advancement. By then, let's go to the mountains and ask Master Nordmark for help?"
"Why don't you bother him..." Mr. Hawthorne scratched his hair and smiled honestly:
"If someone is willing to help us casually, it's a favor from him. It's not something he owes us naturally. If we come to our door, what if he's busy with something and doesn't have time? Isn't that going to embarrass him?"
"Just go and give him something." Ms. Jasmine insisted:
"When a vaccine is developed, why would we think of sending it all the way to us? Shouldn't we be a little considerate? These days, I have selected a batch of various materials sold by adventurers, which are in large quantities.
You can’t find such a good one if you send it up high!”
She checked the inventory in the warehouse and smiled with crooked eyes:
"I'll make some more drinks and snacks... Miss Serira, she likes to eat the dishes I cook! There are also fresh fish, shrimps, and shells. I also need to prepare a batch and put them in the space equipment to keep them fresh.
They fly them up to eat delicious food..."
As she muttered softly, the short hair on Mr. Hawthorne's head stood up from root to tip and fell down bit by bit. He spread his limbs and sighed forcefully:
"Oh, you always worry so much about me. If it were for yourself, you wouldn't owe these favors. But for me, you would be willing to run all the way there... Jasmine, when I meet you, it will be the love of my life."
Lucky……"
"I'm so lucky to meet you." Ms. Jasmine rummaged in the warehouse for a while, took out a berry, picked it off and stuffed it into her husband's mouth:
"If it were anyone else, who would be willing to accompany me thousands of miles away if the store was running well? Who would train hard and be willing to accompany me into the woods thinking that I want to find my father?"
"Hey... Speaking of which, when will there be news about your father? Didn't Ms. Yue Ge say that she would write a letter back?"
"It's not that fast." Jasmine glanced at her husband angrily:
"It's hundreds of thousands of miles from here to the Southern Continent. It would take a month or two for the birds to carry the message. If you add in the time for asking... the elves around you asked around... half a year
It’s very fast to have news!”
While the couple was chatting, Ashe Yuege was standing at the entrance of the research institute, raising her arms high. A bird, all white except for a patch of black hair on its head, landed in her palm and pecked her with its bright red beak.
A small fish held in a cup.
And with a gentle touch from Ash Moon Song, a slender blade of grass on the bird's paw automatically loosened, stretched, deformed, and turned into a large green leaf:
"Dear sister:
I'm glad that you have found our tribe again. Although he only has half of his blood, he is also our precious cub... I hope that when it is convenient for you, you can take him to the Fertile Forest to have a look and accept our orthodox training...
As for the elf you are asking about, Heimer Gracia Starry Night, I asked a few familiar compatriots and got the following information..."
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