Chapter 763 Apa! Don’t slap my mouth with your mouth!
Gretel slowly sat down against the wall of the cave.
The atmosphere in this cave made him feel very comfortable. It was clean, cool, and peaceful. It was a bit like the smell of disinfectant water left in the operating room after it had been completely disinfected. Small waves beat against the edge of the cave in a regular rhythm.
, slightly hypnotic.
Grete put his head back, leaned against the stone wall, and slowly closed his eyes. He relaxed his cervical vertebrae, relaxed his shoulders, and relaxed his spine. His spiritual power spread, and he brushed the small flowers on the stone cave inch by inch.
In his perception, the cave itself is dark, deep, and dense; while those little flowers are bright, active, and light. One by one, they are scattered all over.
Grete suddenly smiled. When the mental power passed by, the petals of those little flowers trembled, and then they slowly closed. It felt a little shy.
And if you carefully infiltrate them with mental power, they will slowly open again. From buds, to half-open, to fully open. As long as you infiltrate them carefully enough, they will bloom into the most complete and beautiful flowers.
And it only took less than a minute to add up the before and after. It made Grete feel that it was very worthwhile to use a little mental energy to watch the time-lapse photography of the past life.
It's a pity that the stamens can't be seen clearly. There seem to be small particles at the top of the stamens in the center. When moved, a few particles will fall off. If too many fall off, the whole flower will look a little wilted.
Gretel couldn't help but touch a little flower, and then another. The third, and fourth flower, the petals were shaking gently, and there seemed to be a cool fragrance in the air, making him tense.
After a long day, I felt inexplicably relieved.
Gretel breathed a sigh of relief and continued to touch the petals. Opening, closing, opening, and closing the mental images he saw made him suddenly feel like he was playing chess.
These little flowers, opening and closing, aren't they a natural backgammon board?
Eh!
Can you come and play?
The spiritual power poured out instantly, blowing over the large stone wall, like a gentle wind. On the stone surface, the small flowers trembled and all closed. Okay, let's play chess~
Fully open is white stone, half open is black stone... White stone takes one step, black stone takes one step; white stone takes one more step, black stone takes another step...
The white ones are about to join together! The black ones quickly plug their heads!
Bai Zi changes direction and walks again...
Just like this, step by step, step by step, the entire stone wall was covered with chess pieces. Black didn't win, and white didn't win either, and it seemed that he had already stepped out of the 19-square range...
There was a sudden neighing sound not far away, but it was Appa who walked to the end of the cave, stayed for a while, and then turned back. Grete could feel it lowering its head and biting a small flower from the ground without opening his eyes.
Is this thing for eating?
Although it was a pity that he had just played with it for a long time, Apa brought him to this place after all. For Apa, perhaps introducing him to this secret reserve point was to share resources with him:
Look, this thing is edible. Is there any benefit to eating it?
The corners of Gretel's mouth slightly raised. The hot air was burning in front of him, and Apa's big head had already come over. He stuck out his tongue, rolled up the little flower and stuffed it into his mouth...
"Apa! If you want to eat it, I will pick it myself! Don't pick it up and stuff it into my mouth!"
Gretel struggled hard, but he was no match for the eighth-level monster simply because of his strength. He could only push hard while shouting:
"I'll pick it myself!"
"Xi Liu Liu..."
"I picked and ate them myself! I picked enough for ten flowers!"
"Xi yo yo..."
"Twenty flowers! Thirty flowers! Eat them all here!"
The high-pitched neighing sound finally turned into a gentle snort. Gretel reached out to push again, and this time he successfully pushed the big head away. Of course he had to keep his promise to the monster, and he groped and stretched out his hand to pick it off.
The most recent one
Eh!
The stems are too short and the flowers are too small. When I pinched them with my fingertips, I pinched a fingernail of dirt!
It's impossible to eat like this... Grete's mind flashed through the entire book "Human Parasitology", especially roundworms, whipworms, hookworms, pinworms and the like that breed in the soil and enter the human body with food.
Parasites.
Although the spells he now masters can cure himself if he is really infected with parasites, but... it is just annoying.
Gretel sighed and threw a Cleansing Technique on his fingertips to clean off the flower juice on his hand. The small flower that was crushed by him fell to the corner with the Cleansing Technique, and Apa followed closely.
I took a lick of it very preciously.
It seems that this kind of small flower is still very rare. Apaken gave him 30 flowers. He was really generous and had a good relationship with him.
In this case, not a single flower should be wasted. Gretel weighed the size of his fingers, the height of the stem, and the size of the flower, and decided to find another way. He condensed his mental power into silk thread, wrapped it around the stem, and gently squeezed it.
The fragile flower stem broke immediately. However, the thin flower above made a "pop" sound, and the light and bright feeling in the consciousness dimmed completely.
"Xi Liu Liu..."
Appa neighed again. He lowered his head and rolled his tongue around the flowers on the ground. This time, he moved very lightly and slowly. Grete could clearly see that there was a piece of silver-moon deer wrapped between its teeth and on its tongue.
A small silver light.
...that is the power of light.
Gretel followed suit, wrapping the flowers with the same kind of power, and then cutting them with spiritual threads. This time, the bright flowers finally flew up lightly and fell between his lips and teeth.
It feels very comfortable. Just a slight touch on the tongue, and it immediately melts into a refreshing feeling that rushes to the brain. It feels like taking a sip of ice-cold mint water in the dog days of summer.
A very slight, yet soothing feeling that cannot be ignored. The entire spiritual sea seemed to fluctuate slightly, rising by such a tiny amount.
"Oh, this is very useful! Appa, thank you!"
Appa neighed again, raised his head and flicked his tail. Gretel watched him show off with a smile, until the Silver Moon Deer turned around and started to tap dance...
"No, Appa, don't move your butt!"
After the chaos, Gretel carefully picked thirty flowers one by one and put them into his mouth. The light flowers turned into liquid, and then rushed into his mind.
Somewhere in the world, Grete felt that his perception of the world was a little more delicate. At least, he could "see" every pollen on the top of the flower's stamens as it fell.
It's crystal clear.
Gretel smiled. He knelt on one knee and pressed his palms gently on the ground:
"Thank you very much... Please continue to bloom quietly..."
The power of growth and nourishment passed from the palm to the ground, and soon, new buds quietly appeared on the grass stems whose flowers had been plucked.
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