This time, Fang Xingyang felt that he had not found the wrong way.

Because he had just run far forward, he saw a pit the size of a bowl in the middle of the road.

The further you go, the more you have such potholes.

When we found the densest place in the pit, it was the duel arena between him and the dark elf archer.

Then, standing in the middle of the duel arena, looking towards both sides of the road, a small alley opposite was the place where he teleported...

Fang Xingyang's brain was running quickly and quickly locked in the location of the sack of supplies.

Flash and enter the alley.

But the sack of supplies he had originally piled up in the corner of the alley was gone at this time.

Instead, there were a bunch of small objects that he had put in a sack on the ground.

Fang Xingyang was stunned for a moment.

My own supplies were indeed moved.

biu~

boom!

A familiar voice suddenly sounded, and a soft marble hit Fang Xingyang's forehead.

Then, a silly laughter sounded like a successful person when the marbles came.

"Pinch the horse! How did you come from my sack!"

Fang Xingyang shouted and sweared, rushed forward and grabbed the "projection pitcher" in his hand.

But this time, some information appeared in front of him.

【Popular Pitcher】

【Level: 10】

【Race:mutated plants】

[Camp: Orderly neutral]

【Attribute: Wood】

【Ability: Projectile launch!】

[Threat value: nearly zero (if its IQ is higher, it will definitely not dare to mess with you)]

【Introduction: Pets are more common in the dark world. As plants, they can interact with their owners like animals, and when they grow up, they can accurately launch projectiles to attack people they don’t know. They make projectiles very fast, but because the mass of the projectiles is too soft, they have not become treasures in the hands of carpenters.】

Fang Xingyangヽ(ー_ー)ノ

"So it's really called a projectile pitcher..."

As he grabbed the projectile pitcher in his hand, the projectile pitcher seemed to recognize the human who had done the same behavior to him.

【Popular pitcher sa

Value -30]

A few seconds later, the projectile pitcher fell into his hands as if he was scared to death.

Fang Xingyang stretched out his hand and a head bounced it up again.

【Popular pitcher sa

Value -40]

【Popular pitcher sa

The value is too low and you are about to fall into a coma!]

Fang Xingyang was speechless.

He is obviously so weak and has no use value yet, but he still loves to be mean! How did you live to this day by a creature like you...

"Don't be afraid. If you answer my question, I won't hurt you!" Fang Xingyang came to the projectile pitcher fiercely and said (╬o?ó).

"Yeah! Yeah! Yeah~"

Projectile pitcher ≥﹏≤

"What is the one who pulled my sack away?"

After saying that, Fang Xingyang's eyes looked in the direction extending the alley.

Within the visible range of the thick fog, he saw a very wide trace of mucus appearing from the direction of the scattered materials and extending towards the alley.

Judging from the traces, it was like a snail that was magnified hundreds of times left behind.

But what Fang Xingyang thought of was the large trace he saw on the tidal flats by the sea.

The projectile pitcher seemed to understand his words, stood in his hand, jumping and gestured.

Fang Xingyang felt that if his interpretation did not make much mistakes, it should be expressing a monster with a large body and many tentacles.

It should be similar to the monster he encountered on the beach.

Although he was confused by the illusion at that time, he could not see the monster clearly.

But it can also restore something similar from your mind.

The small house entered by the fake dark elves in the illusion may correspond to the monster's huge body in reality. If the gap between the illusion and reality is not large, the monster's size must be at least as big as a small house.

Moreover, the fierce attack that woke him from the illusion should have been that the monster knocked him away with his tentacles, but at that time he turned on the protection of the soul lamp and did not suffer much damage.

But for that monster, it was undoubtedly a 200-year-old enemy, which caused one thousand damage to himself, so it fled into the sea in such panic.

The monster was very big and had a high attack power, but it shouldn't be enough to fight in front of Fang Xingyang. Maybe it's just a larger meat stake.

"If you want to survive, wait for me here. If you dare to throw me away next time, I will eat you." Fang Xingyang said, putting the projectile pitcher on the ground.

The projectile pitcher, however, seemed unhappy, jumped up and shouted.

"What? Don't want to? Believe it or not, I'll eat it now..."

Before Fang Xingyang could finish speaking, the projectile pitcher grabbed his pants and climbed onto him, and obediently got into his pocket.

"It's okay to take you with you. Don't yell or throw things around anymore! Otherwise I will still eat you!" Fang Xingyang ψ(*'　〼′)ψ said.

The projectile pitcher nodded obediently, retracted his body into his pocket, and only exposed his eyes to observe the outside...

Fang Xingyang gradually penetrated into the alley along the mucus traces on the ground, but in order to expand his warning range, he locked a pearl in his ear.

Due to the heavy fog, his visual range is extremely limited. If he doesn't use his ears to listen, he will be too easy to be attacked.

However, as soon as he picked off the pearl, a sound of licking that was close to him came into his ears.

The sound was like a huge tongue licking a huge popsicle, and the distance seemed to be right in front of him.

He moved forward carefully a few steps, and the outline of the small house appeared in the thick fog in front of him.

But I didn't see any giant monsters.

The next second, a sudden light source suddenly appeared behind him, accompanied by a scream of hoarseness.

Fang Xingyang was so scared that he turned around in panic as if he had lost his soul, but because of the thick fog and strong light, he couldn't see clearly what was behind him.

Screams and light sources were one of the reasons that made him frightened, and what the light sources illuminated was also surprising.

I saw that the small house in front of him that looked nothing unusual in the darkness was exposed to the light source, and it was actually a "monster house" covered with strange black mucus!

After that strong light passed, the light source lit up several times, which also allowed Fang Xingyang to see the full picture of the "house" in front of him-

This is indeed an ordinary hut, and the trace of mucus he followed along was indeed the hut that disappeared.

Because that monster is on the roof of the cottage!

The black mucus flowed from the monster had flowed all over the floor along the exterior wall of the cottage, and it looked as if the cottage was integrated with the monster.

Moreover, Fang Xingyang also saw his sack and some things contained in the sack from the monster.
Chapter completed!