Realistic Game

　　 "A lot of feathers, it should be enough for now, the bird skin barely dismembered seven pieces intact, but it is flamingo blood... Well, I hope you just don't freeze it by shaking it like this."

　　 Mo Lan looked at the three tubes of flamingo blood with a headache.

　　If you simply look at the measurement, the three-barrel measurement is definitely more than enough to draw seven spell models.

　　 But what Mo Lan was worried about was that the blood would freeze before he finished drawing the seven spell scrolls.

　　 "Without anticoagulant, do I have to find someone to boil the blood before drawing? It can't be boiled either."

　　 Mo Lan had no choice but to use a rope to hang all three cylinders of flamingo blood from the beams of the house and shake them to keep shaking them to delay their solidification time as much as possible.

　　 Lying on the hard bed, Mo Lan, who had slept for two or three hours, finally recovered.

　　 Was awakened by the alarm clock, he quickly opened the bamboo tube, and he was relieved to see that the flamingo blood inside had not solidified yet.

　　 unfolded the still warm bird skin and held the warm feather pen.

　　 The quill dipped ink on the magic model, a point, a line, a miracle.

　　 But the familiar flame element reappeared when the third spell node was drawn, which made Mo Lan breathe a sigh of relief and made him pay attention.

　　 Continue to draw, as one node after another is completed, the flame element on the pale pink bird skin slowly increases.

　　 Soon Mo Lan came to the last core node, in front of the six-link spell node, the familiar heaviness and stagnation reappeared in his hands.

　　 His hand moved slowly but firmly. This time Mo Lan was more familiar and more careful than before, which allowed him to discover.

　　The drawing of the magic scroll seems to have a hand, but in fact, every stroke of the quill pen, every trace of it falls, has spiritual help.

　　 is that the mental power subconsciously follows the movement of the hand to cause the flame element to cover the drawn spell node, and let them condense here.

　　 And the mental fatigue after drawing the spell scroll is also from this, if the mental power does not recover, drawing the spell scroll is doomed to fail.

　　 Of course, this magic scroll succeeded again. The flame element ignited, and the pale pink bird skin in the flame slowly transformed, becoming thicker, deeper, primitive, and more expensive.

　　 rolled up the white and thicker spell model, then tied it up with a rope, and tied it with a bow.

　　 After a simple experiment, the recovery of mental fatigue from awake state is unknown, but it can be recovered within two to three hours of sleep.

　　 So Mo Lan set an alarm every three hours to wake him up, and went to bed when he finished drawing the spell scroll.

　　 The third spell scroll succeeded, but the fourth spell scroll failed to draw the last six points because of exhaustion.

　　 Mo Lan could only watch the bird skin turn into a ball of flame, and burned to ashes in the flame, and added a few crystal clear blisters to Mo Lan's hand.

　　 "No, I'm too tired, and I can't hold up the frequent consumption."

　　 Mo Lan said distressedly, but there was no way, the matter was a foregone conclusion, no matter what he said, there was no rescue.

　　 The only thing I can do now is to keep in mind this failure, and be more careful in the next drawing, lie down, sleep a beautiful sleep, and replenish all the energy I consumed.

　　 Mo Lan didn't set the alarm clock this time. He planned to take a little more rest and wake up naturally when he fell asleep to restore all his mental energy.

　　 But when Mo Lan was asleep for the seventh hour, there was a loud noise from the southeast, and the earth trembled along with it. This simple wooden house was crumbling, and it seemed that it might collapse at any time.

　　 Looking at the southeast, Mo Lan frowned.

　　 "It's this vibration again. The Giant Bear Mountain is in this direction. Who is the armored giant bear fighting with? But will you come to pay attention to the armored giant bear?"

　　 A possibility suddenly appeared in Mo Lan's heart, and the more he thought, the more discretionary.

"Ugh."

　　 Mo Lan immediately got up and rushed towards the southeast, and disappeared among the bushes in a blink of an eye.

　　 But after a few seconds of walking, he folds back again, enters the cabin, does not go again, but chats in the group.

　　 "Mom, @张浩博, your dear cousin seems to have really reported me."

　　 Zhang Haobo: "Huh?"

　　 Ding Jin: "A strange thing, you were caught?"

　　 "How could it be possible, it's just that the armoured giant bear seems to be fighting.

　　 He is the only one who knows where I am. Is it a coincidence? "

　　 Zhang Haobo: "Leave me alone. I have a bad relationship with him. This is cheap than a thief who likes to kill familiarity. You should kill, you should fight."

　　 "OK, if you have you, it will be done. As long as it is the Viper Gang, I will write it on his head."

　　 Zhang Haobo: "Well, if it's okay, I will slip away first. This task is a bit troublesome, but in the end it seems that there is a chance to change jobs. You have to speed up, or you should prepare to hug your uncle's legs tightly."

　　 "Go, go, and teach you how to be a man."

　　 Mo Lan also went down after speaking, the loud noises in the southeast still sounded from time to time, but Mo Lan didn't plan to probe at all, even his previous plan to be a fisherman faded away.

　　 "Life is alive, UU reading www.uukanshu.com is steady."

　　 Mo Lan turned around and returned to the wooden house, sat in front of the water and began to draw spell scrolls. He didn't mean to go out and explore at all.

　　 I went to bed after drawing the scroll to replenish my energy, which lasted until the early morning of the third day.

　　 Mo Lan closes the pen and draws the spell scroll on the last piece of bird skin perfectly.

　　 So far, all the flamingo skins have been used up, of which six succeeded and one failed, and the success rate was as high as 85%.

　　 Even now, the flamingo's blood has not solidified, which made Mo Lanxin breathe a sigh of relief.

　　 If this blood would coagulate, it would be a waste of at least nine out of ten, but in this case, it might be all used.

　　 "This should be the effect of the fire element in the flamingo blood, but I don't know whether all the blood of the extraordinary beasts have this characteristic, or only the blood of the extraordinary beasts with the fire attribute has this characteristic.

　　 I hope it’s the former, so I can save a lot of things. "

　　 Mo Lan murmured, with a dagger inserted in his waist, and a large bamboo tube on his back, which contained seven fireball spell scrolls. After leaving the wooden house, he immediately moved towards Giant Bear Mountain at full speed.

　　 Just three hours ago, Mo Lan heard a loud noise coming from there, obviously the giant bear over there was still fighting.

　　 This aspect reflects the strength of the giant bear, but also the strength of the attacker.

　　 It is not certain whether they are still in Mo Lan, but at the best, it doesn't matter if they are not there.

　　 Mo Lan's main purpose is to determine whether it is a human or something else that is fighting the armored giant bear.

　　If it's a human being, is it the viper gang who says he looks ugly?

　　 "Damn, the Viper Gang, dare to say I'm ugly, you are dead!"