Chapter 810 The Third Battle of Defense: The Death Squad

Chapter 810 The Third Battle of Defense: The Death Squad

There are no big bubbles, but there are still some small "bubbles" hanging from the vines.

If it is not dealt with, these bubbles will accumulate like raindrops and condense into a super large bubble, even more chaotic than the original single world.

Small bubbles mean that the events that may be involved are not the kind that affect the entire world, the stars and the universe, and so on, which are relatively simple.

However, Qingu found that Little Z's gaze had been falling on the three-dimensional projection in front of him, to be precise, he was looking at those small bubbles like colorful dewdrops hanging on the leaves of the green vines of life.

Qin Gu was about to say something, when she noticed that little Z Yuan's face was a bit serious, which was white and tender.

With a move in my heart, I hurriedly suppressed the urge to enter the world of bubbles just now, and asked, "Little Z, what did you find?"

Little Z kept looking forward with his dark eyes the size of mung beans, and said in a very solemn tone: "It seems that we have encountered a little trouble..."

Qingu: "Are these small bubbles?"

She wanted to say that when they fell into the turbulence of space, the bubbles around the space-time hut were much more harmful than these, and there was no buffer of life vines. Didn't they still get out of danger with the cooperation of the two of them in the end?

These fine bubbles didn't even have one percent of the amount at that time, so they were nothing to be afraid of.

Qingu thought so in her heart, but she didn't say it directly. She respected Xiao Z's opinions and suggestions very much. At this time, the other party was so dignified, which showed that there must be something in it that she didn't understand.

Little Z's voice came: "Do you see the difference between these bubbles?"

Qingu didn't feel that the other party was intentionally making Qiao Fang difficult for her, but a kind of guidance. After all, it was a problem that she didn't realize. If the other party directly mentioned it, it might be easy to solve it. What about in the future?

Just like last time, Little Z fell into silence again or something else, what should I do if I encounter such a situation again?

So Qingu also became serious, and began to look at the three-dimensional projection in front of him seriously, and his eyes fell on the "dewdrops" hanging on the leaves of the vine of life.

These dewdrops are really small, the big ones are only the size of pigeon eggs, and some are even as small as broad beans or even mung beans.

However, when Qingu looked at it carefully, the smaller the air bubbles, the more numerous they were, and they were densely distributed on the leaves.

Qingu's mind sensed the life vines, and found that these tiny bubbles consume no less energy on the life vines, just like those big bubbles.

Therefore, these small bubbles cannot be underestimated at all.

At this moment, Qingu noticed that a red gas the size of a pigeon egg suddenly exploded, and then turned into countless tiny bubbles distributed on the leaves... At the same time, these bubbles swallowed more energy than the original bubble. Soon.

Qingu looked at everything that happened in front of him, and it took him a while to come back to his senses, tsk tsk, didn't expect the bubbles to disperse? !

In her previous cognition, a bubble represented an hourly space, unless the hourly space collapsed, it would split into countless hourly space fragments.

However, everything in front of her subverted her cognition—these split hours and spaces were still intact and very aggressive.

They continue to grow while absorbing the life vines, and then when the time is right, they will split again...

If this continues, her vines of life will eventually be overwhelmed and dragged to death, and then it will be her turn to space-time hut...

Little Z saw that the shopkeeper already understood the deep meaning, and said: "Strictly speaking, these worlds are not the kind of world where order collapses. As for why it will continue to be divided indefinitely, you have to be careful."

Qingu nodded solemnly, without further ado, taking a short rest, mainly to supplement his two feet of space, dry food, water charms, flint, dagger, and some necessary things for survival.

Then, under the guidance of Little Z, one of the small bubbles was included in the virtual space.

The time adjustment is still 100:1, and with a thought, the soul enters the bubble.

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The man with a melancholy expression is looking at the confused road ahead with serious thoughts, his eyes are full of infinite thoughts and persistence.

"That... Brother Yu, I think this place is really weird, and the car is also broken down. Let's not go today, come back next week..."

Behind him, a quiet young man in his thirties looked at the man, then at the dark sky, and said worriedly.

The young man's name is Geng Di, wearing a white shirt and casual clothes.

As he spoke, he looked at the car that had broken down on the slope not far away.

Qiao Yu acted as if he hadn’t heard Geng Di’s words. He was still sitting on the rock and looking at the quiet water in front of him. Rubbing the tiger's mouth with his left hand, he opened his mouth unexpectedly, and the voice flew lightly into the ear of the woman who was leaning on his arm next to him: "Do you regret it now?"

The woman, Zhang Ke, is Qiao Yu's girlfriend and prospective fiancee.

Her black hair is long and straight, just like her slender body, it feels like it is draped softly on her back, and part of it hangs on Qiao Yu's hand.

The expected gentle and obedient answer did not come, which made Qiao Yu a little surprised, and subconsciously moved his arms.

At this time, I only heard another carefree voice from behind: "Oh, forget it, Xiao Geng, Ayu will never die until the Yellow River. He has deep affection for Qianhe, if you don't go and see if he is Will die."

The person who spoke was a young man with yellow hair and a slightly fat body. He was Qiao Yu and Geng Di's friend Zeng Wei. He looked at Qiao Yu's lonely back and sighed.

The word love is really elusive.

The curly woman hugged her shoulders subconsciously, making a hissing sound, probably a little cold.

He raised his head to look at the gradually darkening sky, and looked at the shadowy woods around him. His eyes wandered back and forth on several people, and his voice trembled slightly: "I, I also agree with Geng Di. I always feel that this place is inexplicable. Well, I, let's go back."

The woman is Zhang Ke's best friend, Wei Wei. She thought it was a trip, so she was wearing a short-sleeved dress, but she didn't expect the car to break down.

Geng Di came back to his senses, and quickly took off his jacket and put it on Wei Wei.

Feeling the warmth from the clothes, Weiwei cast a grateful glance at him, her cheeks flushed, and she was clutching the front of her clothes with both hands, just about to say something.

Zeng Weichao Weiwei pursed his mouth, "Cut, who told you that you wear so little clothes, of course it's cold to show your arms and legs, and tell you girls to be graceful and not warm...Look at Xiao Ke, why is she not like you?"