That's why the light attracted it to hunt these fungus-footed people, right?
Of course, this is my personal 'conspiracy theory', not disrespect to [Prosperity]. Lord Chosen, please don't hit me, my physique can't withstand your punch. "
"......"
As soon as this inference came out, everyone in the room fell silent.
Hong Lin frowned slightly, not knowing what she was thinking about. Surprisingly, she did not make any excuses or refutes for her benefactor.
Cheng Shi raised his eyebrows, thinking that Zuo Qiuzhi's words made sense.
To ignite a prairie fire, who knows whether the meaning of "prairie fire" is quality or quantity?
Let a sworn messenger return to [prosperity] and spread the same wildfire!
“Since you already knew that Upska was the soulless body of Dizel, why didn’t you stop me?
Even if I had given him a look, I probably wouldn't have rushed to pretend to be this damn messenger of prosperity."
Zuo Qiu laughed loudly, gave Cheng Shi a thumbs up and said, "Because I am not sure either. The goal of this trial is too vague. I dare not gamble, and I don't know how to gamble, so I didn't stop you.
Because I think what you did is right. Even for the sake of insurance, we cannot just look at one side, and having absolute say in the mushroom-foot tribe will only benefit our situation.
Oh, no, it’s harmful too.
But if the Chosen One can endure this grievance, then there will be no harm at all."
Hong Lin snorted coldly: "You have a good mouth, I hope you can take good care of it."
"......" With just this one move, Zuo Qiu, who had been so passionate just now, suddenly became timid again.
"So, our first priority right now is to find that Epsilon and see what's going on with it, right?"
The cold-faced hunter rarely expressed his thoughts. Everyone looked at each other and saw the approval in each other's eyes.
So the plan was finally finalized, which was to find out Epsilon's condition as soon as possible tomorrow.
As for why tomorrow, because...
Night falls.
When the dark moon rises into the sky, all the [corrupted] monsters in the Sighing Forest come to life, turning this quiet forest into a [corrupted] paradise.
Waves of sighs and sorrow surged in, surrounding the entire tribe tightly, and in the thick, impenetrable fog, long, rotten pythons rustled by, with roars and screams coming one after another.
The night of decay has begun.
...
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