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Chapter 43 The Broken Core
Wu Hao looked at a small red paper figurine, which came out of the forest.

Then, from the gray-black ground, traces of gray-black energy escaped into the paper figurine's body, and black flames erupted from her small body.

This little guy seemed to be going out of his mind. He panicked and ran towards him in a daze without even looking.

"My God, what is that?!"

"That must be the supreme demon who rules the Land of Silence!"

"Quick, run!"

Disorderly calls came from the front.

I don't know if there is the word "devil" in Monet's language, anyway, that's what it means in Wu Hao's ears.

It's those white Monets.

With a thought, the ghost mist whizzed away and caught a few white monets back in an instant.

The latter's body was stiff, and under the wrap of the mist, he dared not move and trembled.

The interesting thing is that these strange little guys can actually 'sweat' in fear, but the sweat that flows out seems to be a kind of white juice.

Put a few white monets aside, protected by ghost fog from this dead place.

Wu Hao has already discovered that it seems that these little guys will be supplied with energy here in this dead and silent place, just like being ignited by fire.

Entering it, it will burn itself, and it will be completely destroyed after one hour or three quarters.

Ignoring the white Monet for the time being, Wu Hao looked at the little red guy he saw first.

He turned his head and looked at Jasmine.

At this moment, the little guy was looking at him in a daze, with surprise and bewilderment on his face.

His mouth was murmuring, not knowing what he was muttering.

A moment later, he gently touched Ghost Mist with his small hand, and then his face was full of intoxication and happiness.

Wu Hao raised his eyebrows rather strangely.

In this little guy, he actually felt a kind of kindness.

like
like
Wu Hao pondered for a long time: "It's like my own child!"

But how is it possible?

Why do these little red paper figurines have their own similar aura?
It's a bit ghostly, and a bit eerie.

Those white paper figurines, but not!

Look carefully at this little guy, it seems to be a girl.

With delicate features, you can clearly see the red paper figurine, and she is also wearing some small accessories, which adorn her body very beautifully.

The delicate face is like a little human girl.

It's just that the body is as flat as a paper doll, and it seems to be two-dimensional.

If you look closely, you can see a strange liquid flowing from the body of the red paper figurine, which is almost clearly visible.

It is these liquids that make them look more agile and lively than the paper figurines in Huaguo to worship the undead.

This little guy is pretty good looking!
Wu Hao muttered to himself.

It's been a long time since I saw a living creature, especially a woman, and now I can even see the delicate features of a small paper figurine.

For more than a year, it was the first time he encountered a creature that seemed to be able to communicate. Although it was in the small world of enchantment, it also made him very excited.

cough~

He pretended to cough and cleared his throat.

With a voice that he thought was incomparably majestic, he asked slowly.

"Can you understand me?"

no respond.

Wu Hao: "."

"Can you understand?"

The latter still had a smirk on his face, snuggling up against the ghost fog.

What the hell is that happy face on your face?

From the look of the little thing, he has black lines all over his head.

What on earth does this little thing take him for?
Ancestor?
god?
Or its guardian?
There is always a feeling of inexplicable.

"Yeah!"

The elf of light was spinning around Wu Hao at a very high speed. What's more interesting is that this little thing seemed to be very interested in the red paper figurine, so it kept spinning around it.

Constant babbling and babbling.

The little paper man looked at the crazy ball of light with some fear, and after waiting for a while, he also accompanied it, babbling.

This made the elf of light go crazy even more.

The speed of rotation, fast!
super hi!
After a while, the little guy seemed to remember something, fiddled with it for a while, groped for a while on those accessories, and finally took out a red crystal the size of a fingernail from somewhere, and looked at it. The surrounding ghost fog, and then raised it high.

"Great God of Red Monet, please accept Jasmine's sacrifice."

The little guy looked expectant.

god?
Do you really think of yourself as a god?

Molly?

This little thing seems to be called Jasmine, but the name sounds nice.

Also, these little things actually call themselves red Monet, so those white paper figurines are white Monet?

Wu Hao, who still doesn't quite understand the specific information of this small world, constantly analyzes the information he has obtained in his heart, and then calmly, silently took the red crystal in the little guy's hand with ghost fog.

Watch carefully.

This seems to be a corner of a hexagonal crystal, about one-sixth in shape, the edge of the crystal can be clearly seen, and there are signs of splitting.

It seems to be intentionally separated.

—a broken core? ?
——This seems to be a broken part of a special item, about one-sixth the size of the original item.It contains wonderful energy, and its function is not yet known.

Another unknown item!
It seems to be a remnant of a core.

Wu Hao thought silently.

and many more!

The breath above~

Frowning, for some reason, this crystal seems to have an aura that is very similar to his grotesque power, and it can even be said that the aura on it comes from him.

interesting!
What is the origin of these red Monets? Their own aura is similar to their own. It is not weird, but it seems to be contaminated with their own grotesque power. Now that they take out an item to worship the gods, they have their own similar aura. , which is somewhat inexplicable.

"Is it related to the third octagonal monument?"

"But what's the connection here?"

Wu Hao couldn't figure it out.

What's more troublesome is that he can't communicate with Little Jasmine now. Although he can understand, he can't speak Monet's language.

This kind of chattering, like the language of laughter and slapstick, in his feeling, is completely like the language of birds.

Seeing Wu Hao put away the red crystal

Little Jasmine's face was filled with ecstasy.

Then he knelt in the ghost fog and kowtowed to Wu Hao continuously.

"Great God, save the Red Monet family, we have reached the brink of extinction. We have been waiting for your arrival for thousands of years, these hateful white Monets will almost kill the Red Monet family gone."

"I beg you, send God's punishment, punish the White Monet family, and save your people."

Big drops of red tears flowed out of Little Jasmine's eyes. These tears fell into the mist and solidified into tiny beads, which were almost strung together into chains.

It's amazing.

　Are there any friends watching, loli needs to be teased! ! !Thanks to FO Wusheng, Yunxue Moke for the reward.Thank you, I'm so happy.

　　
　
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