The Secret Garden of the Dandelion Troupe

On the first day of arriving at Loren Star, Mu Hua felt as if he was in another world.

This feeling does not seem to be simply an adjective. After all, in one night for Loren, Mu Hua spent more than ten days on the Island of the Abyss.

One hour in the human world is equivalent to one day on the Abyss Island. The most important thing is that in more than ten days, Mu Hua only grew a short and stiff beard.

Mu Hua was basically certain that although time on the Abyss Island still had an impact on his own growth, the consumption of his lifespan should be much less severe than imagined.

At least staying on the Island of the Abyss will not make him turn into a white-bearded old man in two or three years.

Attributes have a special growth path.

Magic can consume skill stones.

Magical training that requires unlimited energy can lower your skill level.

Even the problem of magical adaptability that once made Mu Hua despair can be solved.

Regardless of everything above, the Island of the Abyss also has its own unique power. In addition to the magic environment with ultra-high magic concentration, the flow of time also paved another way for Mu Hua to grow.

Meditation, the prerequisite for the magic of human touch.

When the magic power is full, tempering the magic power through meditation can increase the upper limit of one's own magic power. Long-term practice can also increase one's own intelligence attributes.

The efficiency of meditation is related to the adaptability of magic power.

And consume one's own magic power, through meditation, use magic power to wash away one's skin, muscles, and bones, thereby beating one's own body.

This allows the body to have stronger strength and endurance and improve its own physical fitness. This is also a conventional way for people to improve their physical attributes.

In addition to magical adaptability, high-quality blood food can also greatly improve physical fitness, but this gain cannot be separated from the catalysis of meditation.

As for the spirit, well, meditation can increase magic power, but it seems that it cannot support the spirit. The method of spiritual cultivation is rather strange, so there is no need to say more here.

In addition to upgrading and increasing attributes, meditation can be said to be the main way for humans to normally improve their own attributes.

There is a clear-cut conflict between physical and mental training. After all, one needs to be filled with magic power, and the other needs to consume magic power. You can only choose one of them at the same time.

But the choice when meditating is arbitrary. It doesn’t matter whether you focus on your intellect today or your physique tomorrow.

In this world, it is not uncommon for magicians to charge at small animals and escape.

However, meditation, which seems to be like panacea, also has its limitations. The limit is two hours a day, and at least one deep sleep interval is required during this period. This kind of meditation is safe and efficient.

If you violate this restriction, you can still meditate, but it will make people 'free themselves' from the soul level.

Emotions and emotions gradually disappear, and the result of perseverance is coldness, cold-bloodedness, and eventually becoming an idiot who thinks empty thoughts all day long. . .

The difference between the timelines of the Abyss Island and the human world was equivalent to allowing Mu Hua to meditate for twenty hours in less than half a day in the human world.

The original E-level magic adaptability seemed to just prove that Mu Hua was a human being who belonged to this world. The efficiency of meditation under that kind of magic adaptability could be calculated as almost zero.

Although the magic adaptability is still relatively low now, in the rich magic environment of the Abyss Island, more meditation time also gives Mu Hua hope to improve his attributes through meditation.

Feel refreshed.

The night has passed, and Mu Hua, who got up early in the morning, felt refreshed. When he merged into the real world again, he was actually a little dazed.

Back at the hotel, it was dawn.

Mu Hua needs to be in contact with people, to experience a world full of natural vitality, and to ensure that he is not so 'short-lived'.

Regardless of the issue of lifespan, meditation is good, but even if you follow the rules, meditation without contact with the outside world for a long time will make people become indifferent, and make people's characters full of rationality and toughness that lacks 'humanity'.

Commonly known as: perversion.

You can’t just lie down all the time while practicing, or the more you practice, the more taboo you have to lie down.

It’s hard to say whether you will become a master if you have nothing to do, but you will become less and less human.

Going out to eat, drink, whore, and gamble can be considered a kind of release. People even suspect that those ferocious but bullying monsters may be meditating too much.

"Deman, bring me some breakfast. The refrigerator upstairs will replenish it. Those instant foods taste good." Mu Hua left the third floor and saw Deman in the restaurant on the first floor and said to Deman.

"Fast food? Those are emergency foods that can quickly replenish the nutrients needed by the body. You..." Deman stopped eating the burger and looked at Mu Hua with a strange expression, his eyes always looking towards Mu Hua's lower third road. .

"How fast? Is it faster with the stamina potion? I have it's own use, I didn't take it." Ignoring Deman's mischievous expression, Mu Hua raised his hand and touched the blind raven standing on his shoulder preening its feathers.

Looking closely at the blind raven, Deman was thoughtful, but stopped joking with Mu Hua.

There were four residents in the lobby on the first floor, one single woman and three others in a group. The four of them also had breakfast in the dining room. Deman asked the living puppet to prepare breakfast for Mu Hua, but he reacted to the blind raven brought by Mu Hua. Not a word was mentioned.

These puppets are not strictly robots, because they are all composed of magical technology inside, and the bionic brain domain has even applied Occlumency.

The Elanta Federation is suspected to be the continuation of Earth's civilization. There is also electronic technology here, and computers have even been popularized. But demons are 6 better at playing computers than humans.

Not to mention military weapons, once all kinds of information from the top human beings that should be leaked and should not be leaked were made public by demons, there was great chaos within humanity.

A philosopher once said that if aristocrats and governments continue to use computers as information storage tools, there will be no need for demons to do anything, and mankind itself will perish.

Well, actually it has little to do with the computer itself. The key is that there are too many "dirty things" and it is too easy for demons to dig them out.

"Have you become stronger?" Deman frowned slightly and said to Mu Hua, who was sitting next to him, with a pointed tone.

"Can you tell?" Mu Hua felt proud.

"I can't tell. I'm glad I had a good sleep last night. I hope the third floor doesn't need to be cleaned today." Deman rolled his eyes. He is a pure ordinary person who fights against the five scum.

The reason why he asked Mu Hua was just because he knew that Mu Hua might want to summon a monster. He even chose a suitable sacrifice site for Mu Hua in the woods behind the hotel.

And now there is a raven beside Mu Hua. Based on what Mu Hua said just now, Deman suspected that Mu Hua summoned a monster in the suite on the third floor.

Mu Hua did not summon monsters, at least not in the suite, but all the food in the suite went into his stomach.

On Monday, the idiot threw Mu Hua's last fishing rod away. There were no monsters or magic cores, and the fishing rod could not be regenerated. He slept too much, so Mu Hua could only meditate and exercise.

After staying on the Island of the Abyss for more than ten days, there was always something to eat. The goblin mage's meat was roasted and eaten by Mu Hua. Naturally, he also didn't let go of the edible food in the suite.

After chatting with Deman for a while, Mu Hua's breakfast was served. Bread, milk, fried eggs, a nutritional supplement, a very normal breakfast, but Mu Hua felt it was too light. He wanted to eat steak and braised pork.

Not wanting to behave too abnormally in front of Deman, Mu Hua ate bread and omelette with great interest, preparing to go out and make a good meal later.

The residents in the lobby dispersed after breakfast. The trio left the hotel carrying conspicuous cold weapons. When the other woman returned to the second floor, she met Helen who was coming downstairs.

Helen glanced across the restaurant and saw the raven pacing beside Mu Hua's dinner plate, his feet clearly slumped.

Quickly walking to Mu Hua's side, Helen looked at the raven carefully and frowned slightly.

"Summoned beast?" Helen asked uncertainly, and Deman's expression changed slightly.

"Well, the blind raven is a very nice little thing." Mu Hua said with a smile.

"You summoned the devil? Did it give it to you? You shouldn't have made your own decisions!" Helen looked angry, then asked, "Strength?" But the word "2" did not make a sound. He avoided the sight of the blind raven and asked Mu Hua with his mouth.

Devil's language can be understood to a certain extent as an alternative form of consciousness communication. Once you are proficient in the communication method of Devil's language, you can understand what the speaker wants to express to a certain extent, even if you have never heard of the language.

Summoned beasts can be transferred, but unless the creator dies, the first control will always be in the hands of the person who created them, and some magic can also create a mysterious connection between the summoned beast and the ruler.

In Helen's view, this blind raven was more like a demon that handed over control to Mu Hua in order to monitor him.

Mu Hua was startled, then chuckled. Without much explanation, the magic circle rose around Mu Hua, and a black vicious dog curled up and sleeping soundly appeared in the circle.

"Woof?" The strange smell and changing environment woke up Monday. When he saw Mu Hua and the hostile Helen, Monday was a little confused.

"A bastard?" Zhou asked Mu Hua for confirmation.

"Little devil?" The barking of the dog contained the language of devils. Helen relaxed her vigilance when she was surprised. How could a devil of this level be a threat to her?

At this time, Monday also discovered that Helen did not seem to be an enemy. Hearing Helen call it a little devil, Monday began to wag its tail.

"Master, I like this demon." When he told Mu Hua on Monday, Helen's slender fingers instantly grabbed his neck.

In the blink of an eye, Monday was lifted into the air by Helen's throat.

"No! It's my dependent, signed a slavery contract!" Mu Hua exclaimed.

Zhou Yi didn't even react when he was mentioned, and thanks to Mu Hua's quick shout, Helen was obviously ready to twist off Zhou Yi's head.

Demons not only have bad mouths, but most of them are very cruel and cunning. Even if they sign a servant contract, there are many masters who are indirectly killed by them.

This is also the reason why Helen temporarily stayed with Mu Hua, to kill the demon who signed a servant contract with Mu Hua.

"Slavery contract?" Helen's hand was slightly loose. Deman was surprised and ate the melon. Monday whimpered and struggled. The dog's claws tried to tear Helen's arm, but Helen threw it aside.

"Ouch!" the vicious dog roared.

Monday's performance in front of Mu Hua was a little slick, but in fact it was reckless in nature, especially when it was hurt, the blood of the monster was boiling.

After being almost killed by Helen, Monday's sanity seemed to be temporarily offline.

After being thrown to the ground, Monday instantly got up, his fangs exposed, and wanted to bite Helen.

"Shut up!" Mu Hua shouted.

At this time, Helen took out a forearm-long dagger from nowhere. The dagger had an inscription on it, and the original rust-like inscription was slowly being filled with azure magic halo.

"Woo~!" Gouzi returned to reason, whimpered, and tucked his tail.

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