The conversation was divided into two parts, and turned to Jiangxia.

In the desert town, in Roger's room, Jiang Xia sat upright, holding a pen in his hand, writing and drawing on a parchment paper that was obviously torn off from some kind of book.

In front of him, the vivid stone sculpture of the pomegranate transformed still maintains the funny posture of running.

There is still a trace of fear that cannot be wiped off on the ugly and cute face.

Jiang Xia is trying to find a way to save it.

"You brought a little monster in the Qi training realm to the wasteland? Why did you torture it so much? Do you hate it so much?"

Mr. Ya's beautiful handwriting appeared on the parchment in front of Jiang Xia.

The malicious mockery made Jiang Xia curl her lips.

He wrote:

"I am an ordinary person, how could I know that pomegranates will become like this after being brought over?

These monsters are too weak. The wolf demon was brought over. I don’t think its combat effectiveness has dropped much, and it is still covered in copper and iron bones.”

After writing this line of words, the handwriting quickly disappeared, and the handwriting belonging to Mr. Ya appeared.

"Can monsters and monsters be the same? The former is to have a shape first, then get the opportunity, and produce magical things. In terms of its essence, it is no different from the human monks.

But the weird ones can only be formed if they have magicality.

Its essence is the concrete image of all things in nature, such as wind, fire, water, soil, mountains, rivers, sun, moon and stars. They are born from spiritual energy, and they will never be able to provide spiritual energy for a moment.

You take it to wasteland.

There is no spiritual energy there, and for monsters, it is no less than a fish coming out of water, and people have no air, which is almost as bad as Lingchi's torture."

Just like the explanation from the seniors to the juniors, Mr. Ya said in detail:

“As for combat effectiveness.

Don’t have any misunderstandings in your understanding. They are not weak at all. At the same level, no matter they are monster monks, they dare not provoke monsters from powerful races casually.

They are very small in number, born with natural nourishment, and gathered with the spirits of the clock. They have their own magical powers when they are born. It is said that they are unknown to kill.

If a monster can grow into a fairy or a holy spirit, every move is enough to change the world, or even directly affect the rules of the operation of a world.

I have been to some worlds and heard some rumors.

It is said that the essence of the phenomena of the sun, moon, stars, day, and night we see is also related to the monsters.

And the monsters are very united and very revengeful.

Every world is the same.

If this pomegranate hill monster dies because of you, once the matter is exposed, you will be in the bitter wood realm and will never be able to move forward. Even if you hold the thighs of the Immortal Alliance, you will definitely not be able to protect you.

After all, there is also a holy spirit protecting the monster clan in the bitter wood realm."

Jiang Xia twitched the corner of her mouth, then glanced at the pomegranate again, and picked up the pen and wrote:

"That's why I ask you Mr. Ya.

How to save the pomegranate, and, is there any way to keep it willingly and keep it secret for me without hurting it."

"The way, there is."

Mr. Ya's answer soon emerged.

But before Jiang Xia could smile, another sentence appeared on the parchment paper.

"But, it's not free. Or you can exchange this method with the permission I promised."

Jiang Xia put down his pen and smoked a cigar.

A few seconds later, he picked up the pen and wrote:

"Friends are valuable and cannot be used here. If I ask you for help, how much does it cost?"

Mr. Ya was also not vague, and words immediately emerged.

"Hundreds of spirit stones, thousands of immortal money."

Breaking.

You're so welcome.

But Jiang Xia didn't care about this. He frowned and asked:

"What do you want to do? As a star explorer, these things are not rare for you, right?"

"Of course it is used as a souvenir and take it back for your family to see."

Mr. Ya naturally answered:

"I have probably changed about one-third of the realm of the bitter wood. There is nothing that can make people shine here. It is a typical immortal civilization.

However, the special organizational form of the Immortal Alliance has attracted me very much.

There is also the immortal money from Tongtianfang, which is considered a specialty of your Kumu Realm. Of course, you have to get some. After returning to my hometown, you can brag for the people in your hometown.

"Okay, I'll start preparing when I go back."

Jiang Xia picked up the pen and wrote:

"Tell me the method now."

This time, Mr. Ya did not answer immediately. Jiang Xia waited for about five or six seconds before seeing another handwriting on the parchment paper, but this time, it was blood-red.

It was like blood flowing on the parchment, full of unknowns.

There is only one sentence.

"This is the first transaction between you and me as star rovers. You shouldn't be liable for the debt, right?"

This is like an inquiry.

It's like a warning.

Jiang Xia was not afraid. He curled his lips and drew a big smile on the parchment paper as a reply.

"No kidding, remember what I said next."

Mr. Ya's handwriting appeared again.

This time there are not many words, only a few hundred words.

But the form is very formal and there are many rare words. Fortunately, Jiang Xia has the memory of Shusheng Jiang in his mind, otherwise he really couldn't understand some words.

And this passage is very similar to those parallel prose used to sacrifice to heaven. Just read it, it has an ancient sense of ritual.

"You read it first, and then let the pomegranate repeat it."

Mr. Ya reminded:

“No word can be wrong.”

"That's it?"

Jiang Xia felt very funny, and he picked up his pen and wrote:

"Just read it twice, it will be willing to keep a secret for me? No? Why do I feel like you are lying to me?"

"What do you know?"

This doubt made Mr. Ya very dissatisfied, and he replied:

"This is a similar thing to Feng Zheng... Forget it, you don't understand these things, I'm even lazy to explain, you understand it as an "oath".

All monks know that they can speak randomly in normal times, but once they are involved in things like oaths, they must be very cautious. You ordinary people don’t understand the meaning of this sentence at all.

Pomegranate is a fool who has just come out of the mountain, probably doesn’t understand it either.

The so-called ignorant is fearless.

What we are talking about is the situation of you two.

What I give you is the best solution to your current problem.

Don't say too much, quickly release the spiritual energy to save it.

With the strength of a pomegranate, if you don’t take action, it will really turn into a stone statue and there is no chance of survival.”

After saying that, a period appeared on the parchment.

It means that Mr. Ya no longer intends to say too much. Except for the hundred-word sentences, all the handwriting on the surface disappeared in this moment, making the parchment darker.

There were even some cracks and folds on it.

Represents.

It may lose its effect if it is used again.

Jiang Xia stroked his chin, thinking of Mr. Ya's strength and making another deal, and probably wouldn't take this opportunity to tease him.

Even if you don't believe it.

But at this time, except for the unknown Mr. Ya, there was no one around him who was proficient in practice to discuss.
To be continued...