With Serila's magic control ability, the arcane eye summoned can be shattered on the spot, so the same type he summoned with the arcane eye ring will probably not survive for three seconds...
If it doesn't come, it won't come. Just take it back and think of something else.
Cerela glanced at him worriedly.
How much effort Grete went through to get that little snake, she participated in the whole process, and it was clear: it was not a ton of hardships, but it was actually a journey of thousands of miles back and forth.
Although the process was interesting, she didn't want to do it again...
If this little snake was lost, or if it ate something wrong or simply exploded, Gretel would have to find a new one. What a trouble it would be!
"otherwise……"
Little Princess Yuehui began to roll up her sleeves. Her body was covered with white light, exuding patches of magical brilliance, and dragon scales loomed beside her ears and cheeks:
"Shall I go down and take a look? Can I help you catch the little snake?"
"This..." Grete hesitated a little. He was not worried about Cerrela's safety: it was a joke that a poisonous dragon that could be killed by a cannon could trap Cerrela in its dragon's nest. The problem is, that
It's a poisonous dragon!
Poison dragon!
How is the environment down there? Is it a pool of sticky, green and smelly poisonous water?
He knows how much Cerela loves to be clean, to the extent that he can throw three or five flaming magic balls every day just to boil water for bathing. For his little snake, let her get covered in dirty water?
Regardless of whether Cerela cares or not, Gretel himself is the first to feel sorry for himself!
He grabbed Serela's arm, pondered for a moment, and hesitated on how to stop it. In just a short moment, another emotion entered his heart. Gretel was startled and suddenly said:
"Wait, don't go down yet...it says it's fine."
Not only was it good, it was just crazy fun. As I was thinking, the little snake was scurrying around like crazy, swishing its tail, doing somersaults, coiling up on this one, and then coiling on that:
"Mine! Mine! It's all mine! I want to eat it!"
For the first time, Gretel knew that incorporeal creatures could also eat. But the little snake was indeed eating: big mouthfuls, wolfing down food, eager and fast, for fear of being robbed. While eating, thoughts came to him crazily:
"It's delicious! It's delicious! It's something I've never eaten before! I feel like I'm going to grow up! Let me eat for a while longer!"
Grete simply changed his position, allowing himself to lean more calmly and securely, and closed his eyes slightly. After a while, images began to be transmitted from the little snake's side:
The bottom of the water is quite vast, especially for a petite snake spirit. It is almost endless. The blue pool is deep, and the bottom is covered with snow-white gravel. If you look closely, you can see that each has a distinct shape, including epiphyses, backbones, and joints.
They are the leftover bones of the poisonous dragon.
The gravel was gleaming with phosphorescent light, and there were fragments and fine lines on it, which were obviously the scales that the poisonous dragon usually rubbed off. The little snake lay on these scales, eating from one piece to that piece, and from that piece to this piece.
Shaking his head and tail, he was very happy.
Gretel looked funny. The little snake lowered its head occasionally, and the snake's belly had already bulged several times. Although the vipers in this world cannot transform into dragons, the things left by the poisonous dragons are also of great benefit to the snake spirits. Seize the opportunity
, naturally I have to eat a lot.
Its body swelled and shrank, and its brilliance loomed. Grete didn't know if this contract spirit was going to advance, and seeing this, he wanted to take it back. But the little snake hurriedly sent his thoughts:
"I want to eat more! There's still a little bit left! Eat some more!"
...How long does it take to chew on these scales? The scales in the gravel are old and new, and some of them are almost gone. Just relying on the little snake to eat them side by side is too inefficient...
Grete sighed, communicated with it for a while, and drove the little snake to leave the sand and swim towards the edge of the pool. It didn't move its head or tail, but curled its tail into a bow shape, flicked it hard, and shot forward like a sharp arrow.
Sa!
One bounce traveled several feet, and another bounce, and it rushed out several feet. Soon it reached the edge of the pool. The little snake supported its body with its tail, raised its trunk and looked around. After a moment, another intense joyful thought came over:
"It's delicious! Even better than the one before!"
It jumped forward, plunged into a ball of sticky gelatin, and sucked it up. Gretel was stunned:
What is this?
Ambergris?
Don't tell me it's the saliva of a poisonous dragon, it's disgusting!
The little snake didn't know what disgusting was. It ate a delicious meal, and from time to time in its mind, it shouted "delicious, delicious", "fresh and delicious", "much more delicious than the previous ones". Grete's heart
As soon as it moved, I asked it quietly:
"Can you taste it?"
"Of course! My previous master relied on me to identify herbs!"
"Then...can you tell the difference between the smell of sea water and the smell of fresh water?"
"Of course it can! The sea water is so salty!"
"What about sea water and ordinary salt water?"
A confused thought came over the little snake, as if it didn't understand what Gretel was talking about. Gretel was not in a hurry, and waited quietly for it to finish eating, until it was full and full, it turned into a bolt of lightning and shot back to him again.
Palm.
This time, the little snake didn't coil around the oak stick and sleep like usual. Its tail flexed and stretched, and bounced up directly. Before Gretel stretched out his hand to stop it, it had turned into a stream of light, shot into the center of its eyebrows, and disappeared.
not see.
"What happened to the little snake?"
Serila reached out to catch it, but failed. Gretel closed his eyes slightly, feeling the bulging feeling from the center of his eyebrows, and curled up the corner of his mouth:
"It seems to have eaten too much and is holding on. It wants to go back to my meditation world to digest... It said that after it has finished digesting, it should be able to advance... Wait..."
At this point, the whole person swayed twice and fell down.
Celera was caught off guard and quickly reached out to pull Grete up. Before Grete fell into the water, she barely managed to pull him up. Looking again, this guy's eyes were closed tightly and he was breathing evenly. Under his thin eyelids, his eyes had been soft for a long time.
Turn lightly
“You’re starting to meditate now?”
Cerela is angry and funny:
"Hey, this is not a place for meditation! It's so dark! It's so narrow! The tide is going to be high! In a few hours, no one can be here anymore!"
After shaking it for a few times, Gretel closed his eyes and responded. Apparently he had fallen into deep meditation and could not wake up for a while.
Serila had no choice but to pick him up and throw him on her back. She muttered and walked out on tiptoes:
"I promised to accompany others to play, but why did I start meditating... Huh, if I weren't here, I could carry you back, but these people in the cave are not allowed to put you on the raft and let you get wet all the way.
Float back in the shower!"
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