My summons are weird

Chapter 717 713. The Supreme Lord, please protect us until that day comes

Lu Yu specifically explained to Xia Leimu, but her reaction was quite flat.

"He's right. I like him from before... Some people just get separated after walking. Let's go. Life is good now... Well, you can match me with a slime Mother?"

Lu Yu was stunned: "Of course, what do you need her to do?"

"It's so cute, of course it's for teasing." Xia Leimu laughed.

The popularity of Slime Girl Chenxi has skyrocketed, and everyone, without exception, regardless of race, praised it.

Lulu spotted the cat girl slime who was once green and rolled, and continued to use it as a pillow, and only invited her out when she was resting with Seralu Yu.

Each group leader also has a slime pet at home, and the abducted Cheye is an enthusiastic slime lover.

Needless to say, Vera and other dark green sea monsters are pet experts, except for the jellyfish shoals where slime is still feeding the coral.

The gentleness of the slimes that are different from the common slimes in the wild also makes the new elves love them. These little guys can gather elements for them and improve work efficiency... Why didn’t I find out that these guys have such a cute side before?

Stupid Dragon is probably the only guy who hates slimes. He always wants to put slimes on his tongue, and he is often scolded by Lulu. When the slime came over, he fled in a hurry, shrank into the corner, spread his wings, covered his body, and squatted down, like a puppy who has done something wrong.

The good news is that Stupid Dragon hates slimes, but he doesn't hate slime mothers - the latter race doesn't exist in his cognition.

You must have a certain foundation of wisdom before you can take the potion. This excludes a large number of slimes from Chen Xi, which is also the reason why there are currently less than 20 slime girls. Under the training of Sigrid and others, the slime girls in Active and Dawn Castle already have the ability to accurately process information, complete tasks, and properly use human body functions.

Before taking the potion, the dining car slime two "people" group, one incarnated as a dragon lady and the other incarnate as a magic fox, not only made rapid progress, but also faintly gathered other slime girls, It looks like the "leader" who will inevitably be born in a wise group.

If you have enough wisdom, you can be called king among slimes. Looking at Mera, Lu Yu and others know only one, and that is the slime who gave Stupid Dragon a kind reminder but was considered a deceiver. king.

"Maybe we can witness the birth of two new kings with our own eyes?" Lulu looked forward to it with great anticipation.

Different from the wild, the environment of the Chenxi leader is more comfortable. If a new king appears, as long as she is not allowed to suppress other members of the same race, but ordered to support the evolution of the same race, there is a great possibility of getting more "kings".

"In addition to the performance of the dining car duo, there is one other small thing worth noting." Sigrid read while holding a board full of information, "The civil engineering team found that among the four statues made according to the needs of the lord, as the lord Near the briquette-shaped statue, the slime behaved strangely, presumably because the shape was similar to them, and because of the misunderstanding caused by imitating people's saluting gestures."

Lu Yu puffed out the soda in his mouth.

Slime pilgrimage to briquettes, what kind of funny story is this?

He personally went to the area where the briquette statue was placed to check. Sure enough, as Sigrid said, every time the slimes playing around rolled into the area of ​​the statue, they would jump several times in place, then roll left and right, Grunt away.

Almost every slime is like this. Although the number of rolling circles is different and the number of jumping is irregular, the appearance rate of these two behaviors is extremely high, and there is an obvious sequence.

"A unique way of communication?" Lulu's eyes widened, her face full of confusion.

Sera is also unbelievable. She has never heard of body language communication in slimes. Scholars who study monsters generally believe that slimes send basic signals to their companions by manipulating the fluctuations formed by magic power and elements. The method does not convey complex messages.

Lu Yu was also at a loss: "It seems that we can only wait for the two slime girls to become kings and explain it to us... Sigrid and Mu Mu should work harder."

Sigrid, who was also peeking at the slimes, tapped the board angrily: "Is the awakening of wisdom something we can do with our efforts?"

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In the damp and dark cave, groups of squirrels puffed their mouths and quickly shuttled past. In pools of translucent sticky slurry, a large pile of scattered protruding stones became a platform for them to leap. With their dexterous postures, they flicked their big tails lightly, galloped quickly over the obstacle group and entered the depths of the cave with an elegant posture of flying squirrels gliding.

In the darkness, the black "giant python" moved according to the sound, its wet body continuously dripped viscous liquid, it tried to stretch its body to a higher place, and the squirrels galloping in the cave faced the dark pit in front of them, without any hesitation. Without hesitation, they jumped down, one after another accurately landed on the giant python's body, allowing the little black hands with fingers protruding from the mucus to tightly hug their four feet.

The giant pythons clinging to the rock wall appeared one after another and did the same thing to welcome the army of squirrels returning from foraging. Their steadily moving bodies are moving towards the deeper depths of the cave, which are more difficult for people to explore.

Some squirrels couldn't hold back the joy of sharing, and stuffed the hard-earned food stored in their cheek pouches into the mouth of the giant python. This did not slow down the speed of the sightseeing bus, and the car that swallowed the food traveled through the deep and quiet The corridor, through the wall that has obviously been repaired by magic power, enters an unusually open and wide underground platform illuminated by lighting crystals.

One planarian after another put down the squirrels on their backs, allowing them to rush to the embrace of the group, where they spit out the rich food in their cheek pouches.

A huge squirrel waved its big fluffy tail, walked past each squirrel, and occasionally patted some squirrels on the head with its tail angrily, making them spit out the " private money".

The squirrel clan has grown a lot compared to the previous spring, and the surge in the number of clan members made the Squirrel King [Black Tail] very moved.

His level of intelligence is neither high nor low, but his strength is very weak. Any race in this forest, even the most common wild beast, may kill him.

It's just that it has a little magical power, like a wise man trapped in a body struggling to think about some problems with a brain that is slightly smarter than other monsters, but what he gets is helplessness.

What is the use of his awakened wisdom?

What gave him the answer was not wild beasts, monsters, or the death that befell him and the group on an ordinary day, but a floating black mist.

He easily saw through his own wisdom disguised under the shell of an ordinary squirrel, and described to him a possibility with hope and future with the extending tentacles and the voice reaching the depths of the soul.

Blacktail has no right to refuse. The planarians have become the solid backing of the squirrels in this forest, and the dark caves have become the safest haven for the Blacktails. Even the most powerful monsters stare at the large expanse of slime at the entrance of the cave. As well as the intricate caves that reveal a quiet and dangerous atmosphere, they will turn back in a slump.

This is harmonious coexistence. Beneath the ugly and distorted appearance of planarians, there is a simple and honest "heart". If they really have such a thing...

He only asks for enough food, never asks for more, and the excess is handed over to the Black Tail Clan to keep it safe, and he trusts them unconditionally... Thinking of the "dark cloud" that descended on his head, Black Tail can only be grateful.

The symbiosis of the two races is happy and comfortable. If this is the path guided by fate, Heiwei is only grateful for fate. As for the black mist...

On the rock wall, chariots composed of countless tentacles, bones, and flesh and blood emit a faint golden light under the illumination of the lighting crystals. Countless wise "heads" seem to spread the light of wisdom to the believers who believe in themselves——Look for those who can Minerals that reflect golden brilliance are not easy, and the planarians seem to have drilled into extremely deep areas to get what they want.

Planarians call it the God of Wisdom, and they will pray devoutly and chant his name every time they gain something in their exploration.

On top of that, the "black mist" that completed the deal with Kurobi floated quietly like a rain cloud that rained down rain, and like a black sun that sowed the light of hope that belonged to the planarians. The planarian used the simplest lines to depict him, but under the effect of light and shadow, in the eyes of the black tail, he seemed to come alive from the mural.

He who is called "Lord" by the planarians has the grandest and simplest sacrifice.

The coming and going planarians decompose into individual individuals from the fusion state, and then the most powerful and fat group of planarians cut off their tails, and enshrine the freshest and most vital limbs to the Supreme Lord.

To be honest, at this time, Black Tail would feel a dull pain in his tail.

But fortunately, the nearly heaven-defying healing ability of planarians allows them to follow the teachings of the Lord and recycle their tails—serve them for self-eating, or splicing them together again.

Blacktail is used to the miraculous sacrificial rituals of the planarians, and out of admiration and awe, he also offered his own respect—a urn of the most delicious honey that all the squirrels in Blacktail searched for.

He couldn't find big, sweet nuts this season, that's all he could do.

Black Tail doesn't know whether the great and supreme Lord is willing to accept this meager respect, but he has no choice but to do so. The current Black Tail is too weak, and the flesh and blood of monsters is something they can hardly hope for.

Following the prayer "dance steps" of the planarians, led by the black tails, the squirrels hugged their own tails, prostrated themselves on the ground, and prayed devoutly to the "Lord".

"Please, the Supreme Lord, protect the Black Tail Clan, and we will eventually grow into believers who can bring you sweet tributes."

"Before that day comes, please give us some of your brilliance kindly and generously."

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