Chapter 628: I Can't Stand Them, Throw Them Out

Luther held the small yellow dragon mummy wrapped in oil paper, ran through the tree hole, greeted everyone excitedly, and then ran to Negris: "Lord Negris, you looking for me?"

"Yeah, good things for you. Where did you run off to?" Negris unwrapped the oil paper and asked Ang to help it soak it while asking.

Luther's expression immediately became resentful: "Lord Negris, you even forgot where you 'forgot' me?"

This was the second time. Fortunately, Luther, as a dignified high-level sword saint, could occasionally break through by desperately gnawing on dried beets, and generally wouldn't be in any danger unless he courted death.

But forgetting was forgetting, and not even remembering where he was 'forgotten' was too much.

Negris projected its consciousness onto its body, climbed up, and laughed awkwardly: "Alright, alright, isn't there a good thing now, so I'm looking for you immediately? What's there to complain about."

Luther's eyes lit up: "What good thing?"

"Sowing." Negris responded casually, and then let Ang take them out.

Luther immediately rubbed his hands: "How did you know I practiced? Hehe, during this time I went to practice sowing and harvesting. You forgot, it's fine, the Lord also forgot. It must be because I don't know how to plant vegetables. If I knew how to plant vegetables, the Lord definitely wouldn't have forgotten me."

Negris rolled its eyes: "You're very brave, actually wanting to compete with the little zombie? But it's not this kind of sowing."

Luther was taken out and saw a scene of many (strange) and colorful (strange) shapes. Countless creatures of all races were dressed up, competing for beauty, and the grand occasion was unprecedented, but...

A green-haired, thin-faced beauty dragging a long snake tail; a muscular hero with arms that could run horses, but was a 'beauty'; an ordinary-looking human, whose body actually floated with snake-like scales and spat out a forked snake tongue when excited... all kinds of things, not exhaustive.

"This... this... oh, Lord, long time no see, I missed you so much. What's going on?" Luther was startled and almost forgot to greet Ang.

"Matchmaking, networking, pollination." Ang said.

Luther gasped and looked at Negris in horror: "Is this the sowing you're talking about? Is this the 'good thing' you're talking about? Lord Negris, I have no grudges with you!"

Negris interrupted: "Ang asked to call you."

Luther's complaint stopped abruptly. Looking at Ang, who was shrugging inside the Palace of Rest, Luther took a deep breath, closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and said: "Come on, who do I need to pollinate? One by one or all together?"

Negris slapped him on the head: "Asking you to come for matchmaking, do you still need us to find it for you? Can't you go see it yourself? Like whoever you want, just pursue them, don't force it, get lost."

Luther was kicked away. Changing the angle, he saw more 'normal' creatures behind a pile of strange creatures, men and women, males and females.

The creatures here at the Doom Serpent were strange, and the strange ones under Ang were not few. Except for undead creatures, the rest had reproduction and fertility needs.

After obtaining Ang's consent, Anthony simply organized it into a large-scale matchmaking networking meeting, letting those goblins, dwarves, cave dwarves, dragons, snake people, dragon descendants, dragon servants, stinky-mouthed horses, etc., who couldn't find a spouse, all come to matchmaking. Luther didn't seem to have a spouse either, so naturally, he couldn't be left out.

As for whether he could find a suitable person, it depended on his own ability. Even if he couldn't find a 'suitable' one, if he wanted to cross the scale, as long as both sides were willing, it didn't matter.

Dragging everyone together and letting them 'pollinate' themselves, Ang didn't care. He wasn't interested in animal pollination.

"Lord, are you done? If you're done, please come to the gap. I found a lot of things, I don't know how to describe them." Du Luo Ken sent a message to Ang.

Du Luo Ken was exploring the situation at the gap, preparing to build this place into a movable planting plane. There were too many things to consider. The first thing to consider was the stability of the crust.

The crust of this plane was very special. It was a huge screw shell. No one knew who it belonged to, where it was born, or where the original creatures went.

It was only known that this screw shell was inhabited by Nightmare Shaya, so the core of the crust was a screw shell, with a spiral inward cavity. The Shayas usually shrank in the cavity.

The surface of the shell was piled with too many skeletons, and some impurities, etc., wrapping the surface of the shell into a ball. Only the cavity position was not covered, and one could enter the cavity of the shell from the gap.

Du Luo Ken was at this position now. Ang and Negris rushed over and saw him holding a hair in his hand.

"This is... Shaya's larva?" Negris was shocked.

Du Luo Ken nodded: "Should be, but it's already dead. There are a few eggs inside that are still active, but they haven't hatched yet."

Negris looked carefully and asked curiously: "Why is there no face? Those big Shayas all have a face in front."

Anthony happened to rush over and responded: "Maybe it hasn't grown out yet. This kind of creature that uses faith power as food will also be affected by faith power. Maybe it needs to absorb faith power before it grows a face."

"How do you know?" Negris was surprised. It, the dignified God of Knowledge, didn't know this. Shaya, this kind of eerie creature, was the first time it had encountered it, and it had no knowledge reserve in this regard.

"I got it from Senat. They killed two Shayas and searched the soul of one of them, obtaining quite a lot of information." Anthony said.

"Soul searching?" Negris was stunned and looked at Ang. Ang had also killed a Shaya before and hooked a soul fire.

Ang tilted his head and turned out a large lump of soul 'fire'. Judging from the aura, it was exactly what he hooked out from that Shaya.

Negris asked somewhat helplessly: "You don't want to tell me you didn't search its soul, right? You are an undead creature. Soul searching is the foundation, okay?"

Ang scratched his head and said: "It, doesn't farm." The implication was that he wasn't interested in searching for souls that didn't farm.

Negris was convinced. It was used to it now and didn't even have the interest to scold it for this situation. Anyway, scolding wouldn't change Ang, and next time he would still ignore you directly.

"Forget it, bring it here." Let Ang take out the Brass Book and stuff the soul fire into the book.

Before Negris could bite the soul fire, a figure suddenly jumped out from the corner, eyes glowing, shouting: "Red Star, flash!"

A red light 'marked' the soul fire, directly blowing it up.

Red Star was so excited after finishing it, and turned to shout at Negris again: "Red Star, flash!"

Red light 'marked' Negris's body.

Negris had black lines all over its face, stepped on it under its feet, and turned to Ang: "I can't stand them anymore. Is there any way to drive them out? Just build them a body and throw them out." ===== CHAPTER 629 =====