Chapter 268 267. Roots of Tree Cocoons

Huaiyu was very surprised! At this moment, she handed the kettle directly to Zhou Qian: "Drink it quickly!"

Then he went to bring the whole pot over: "Come on, Brother Zhou Qian's good legs, do you want to take it internally or externally? The water is a little hot, let it dry for a while!"

Zhou Qian almost spit out a mouthful of water, and even the wound was stained with red marks again. He stared at Huai Yu and said, "Don't you think it's weird?"

Huaiyu was silent.

After a while, she suddenly said, "I have raised Dacu, Ercu and Ketaro. Brother Zhou Qian, your legs... still can't get a place, right?"

They are just a few creeping vines that can move. They dare not grow leaves and have no thoughts of their own. They only have the instinct of evolution. They want to drink some ginseng water. Is there any problem with that?

Zhou Qian: …

"Having said that, isn't there something wrong with you comparing my weirdness to that of Kataro and the first and second cubs?"

"Xiaoyu, your aesthetic taste is very advanced."

Huaiyu briefly reflected on this - Oh! It's not a crime to have advanced aesthetics, so why can't it be allowed? Plants, animals and humans all have their own characteristics, so what's wrong with grafting them together!

Besides, she has dated someone like Wu Yue before, so how can this not be a unique aesthetic?

I've said that the world has let her down. When she reached the age to fall in love, God pushed a scumbag to her side - humph!

She was justified.

He lowered his head again and saw the branches of the ivy wandering around the pot, but he was not in a hurry. He roughly understood that after all, they were connected to Zhou Qian's body and needed to be taken internally by him to be effective.

"Brother Zhou Qian, don't waste time. There's a pot here. Drink it up!"

"This leg is our life-saving leg. You have to give it a good rest after it has been used up!"

“And these spores…”

The spores were scattered all over the ground between the vines, but there was a lot of them, obviously filling up the gaps in the legs. Fortunately, the elm mushroom knew that they were ambassadors of communication, so it did not directly contact Zhou Qian's flesh and blood.

Now that his life had indeed been saved, Huaiyu took a look at the mutant macaque's head full of mushrooms, and reverently stuffed the handful of spore powder in his hand back into the gap between his legs.

Zhou Qian: ??? He moved.

"Don't move!" Huai Yu stopped him: "Brother Zhou Qian, you really have no combat awareness - you see, you don't have superpowers, so if you encounter some powerful things in a fight, you will be at a disadvantage."

"Now the elm yellow mushroom is willing to cooperate with you, so you should move your legs more in the future and use these spore powder to make people defenseless!"

"How great! If I had used this trick last time when we went to the wasteland, that Kou spider would have been sucked dry long ago."

Zhou Qian followed her words and imagined the extremely poisonous Black Widow covered in mushrooms... For some reason, although it was such a cruel and sinister memory, it was actually a little funny when he put himself into it.

Although Huaiyu's suggestion sounds unreliable, the experiment on the mutant macaque is obviously the most reliable.

In that case...

He was about to say something when Huai Yu looked up and said, "Brother Zhou Qian, you have to be nicer to the elm yellow mushrooms growing outside our house. Otherwise, if they are unhappy, I won't give you the spore powder."

Zhou Qian: …

All his words were stuck in his throat and he could only listen in silence.

…

The cup of ginseng tea was quickly finished.

But unfortunately, it had no effect on his injuries. Instead, he felt the pain in his legs again.

The branches of the ivy are connected to the nerves and are growing rapidly.

During the time he was injured, his endurance was much worse than before. His face suddenly turned pale and his forehead was covered with sweat, which instantly made Huaiyu realize that something was wrong.

Big Fatty's ginseng whiskers are only useful against mutant creatures!

Now comes the most serious problem - how to bring Zhou Qian down the mountain?

She looked at her thin arms and for the first time regretted not having muscular body. Now she couldn't carry him at all!

Huaiyu looked outside the Taoist palace and finally made up his mind: "Brother Zhou Qian, hold on for a while, I'll make a stretcher for you!"

She looked at the dusty hall again, then at Zhou Qian's face full of pain and endurance, and immediately raised the boat-shaped tree cocoon beside her slightly:

"Brother Zhou Qian, please come in here and lie down first. Don't contaminate your wound any further."

Zhou Qian. He no longer had the strength to speak. Even his lips had turned pale and sweat was oozing out of his head. Fortunately, his legs and feet were not injured, so he was able to fall back into the tree cocoon with difficulty.

He knew the situation the two were facing now - they had gone too deep into the mountains. Even if Huaiyu hurried down the mountain to call for help, he might not be able to hold on until that time.

But if I expect this little girl to carry me down the mountain...

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Zhou Qian tried to find a way to be cheerful in the midst of suffering and curled his lips with difficulty: It would be faster to just tie myself up a few times and push myself down the mountain.

Therefore, all he could do was to cooperate as much as possible and allow his body to last a little longer.

Hold on until she gives up accompanying me, then go down the mountain to find a way...

At the very least, having experienced this, she will not suffer from facing separation and abandonment.

The white fiber roots of the tree cocoon are stacked layer by layer, like a huge sponge bowl, and people lying on it feel thick, dense and soft. The boat-like arc will sway gently if you turn your body slightly to one side. Although you need to curl up your legs slightly, it is indeed much more comfortable than the hard ground.

He curled his lips slightly at Huaiyu who was nervously holding onto the tree cocoon: "Go ahead."

Huaiyu nodded and said solemnly: "Brother Zhou Qian, don't worry, I will never give up."

Now, she had to try her best to grow enough vines to weave a simple stretcher as soon as possible.

Then drag it down the mountain step by step.

In just a short moment, her expression returned to being firm and confident.

Zhou Qian watched her back as she hurriedly stepped out of the door. The hall was silent at this moment, but he inexplicably felt a sense of envy.

That's great! Always hold on to hope.

The place where the simple towel strap was used to stop the bleeding felt slightly swollen, painful and numb, and then he felt severe pain in his legs again. The long battle and continuous blood loss made his mind a little blurred.

Unconsciously, countless milky white roots suddenly grew inside the tree cocoon, wrapping him up tightly like spider silk.

Then, the light of the sky was completely blocked out.

Zhou Qian's eyelids trembled slightly, as if he was trying hard to wake up from this inexplicable state, but in the end, his world finally fell into darkness.

Outside the main hall, the tiny wild rose flowers trembled slightly, and soon all the petals withered rapidly. But in a flash, new buds with a richer pink color than before sprouted again.

Update 1. Wow, it’s almost 600,000 words! I originally planned to finish it at 1 million words when I first participated in the writing contest...

Update 2 is finished, I'll post it at 11 o'clock.

Now I will concentrate on continuing to write about Tan Tan next door.