111: C111 Am I Bloated

C111 Am I Bloated

Youying and the others had Su Mu as their backing, and they had slowly gotten used to this flame. Only Er Sha was still hiding under Su Mu's crotch and frantically attacking, which was simply throwing a tantrum.

Little White could not stand Er Sha's idiocy any longer. Bowing its body, the blood and Qi in its body surged like a river, its strength gathering into its tail and shooting out like an arrow leaving the bow.

Swoosh!

The air was torn apart and waves of air surged.

The top of Er Sha's head suddenly darkened, and his face inexplicably began to hurt.

Er Sha seemed to have thought of something, as he looked up in panic, only to discover that the shadow above his head was indeed it!

The predator in the shadows, the ruthless overlord of terror, the monster of immense power.

Er Sha sobbed, wanting to seek Su Mu's protection.

"What if the child becomes stupid? Just give it a good beating. " Su Mu vaguely remembered this famous saying, and now he deeply agreed with it.

Su Mu let out a cold laugh, the roots started to surge and gush into the ground. In an instant, Er Sha's surroundings turned white.

Er Sha was completely dumbstruck, she had risked her life just to escape. However, it was as though she was being stared at by a wild beast, she could not move at all even if she wanted to.

At this moment, Er Sha was once again immersed in Little White's fear, and was unable to escape.

Pow!

Little White whipped its tail into the air, causing the air to congeal and then explode with a loud bang. Er Sha's face immediately became bruised and bruised, as he entered into Saint mode, pondering about where the dark wolf should go from here.

Seeing Er Sha's miserable state, Youying and the others unscrupulously opened their mouths and cried out repeatedly, ruthlessly laughing at him.

Su Mu glanced at the crestfallen Er Sha, his heart not moving at all.

This was because he knew that it wouldn't be long before this stupid wolf would be full of energy again, and it would continue to play that trick to kill him.

"I think it's better to think about how to develop this world inside this bottle."

Su Mu's mind sunk into the root of the tree that was rooted in the inner world. His consciousness changed and he found that the space had completely stabilized.

There were no longer those terrifying black cracks at the edge of the gate. The earth regained some life, and this half-plane had swam a circle before the gate of hell. Under Su Mu's hard work, it came back to life.

If he showed the bronze square bottle to Comrade Schroeder now, Su Mu was sure that he wouldn't be able to recognize that this was really the half-plane that he had bought back then, on the verge of collapse.

Su Mu shook his head and sighed. He was often troubled by his own excellence: "I, was really too excellent. I repaired a half-dimension that was about to be destroyed with just my bare hands."

"Sigh, it's just that the energy in the World Tree fragment has been greatly consumed. It's hard for people to do it, but it's even harder for people to do it! I am too difficult for my wife! "

Su Mu let out a low sigh as the corner of his mouth slightly rose, revealing a sad smile.

Su Mu became sad as he started to explore this new semi-plane.

His branches continuously dived down, fusing together like water and milk. Su Mu didn't feel the slightest bit of obstruction. This was the first time he understood what it meant to be smooth and enjoy pleasure.

Soon, the root hair in the space touched the bottom and Su Mu felt a weird feeling.

"Strange, why do I feel like I can control this space?"

"Did I drink fake wine?" Su Mu's heart immediately turned cold. He examined himself again and again to make sure that he wasn't pulled into the illusion by some unknown existence.

His roots were slowly squirming underground, and the strange feeling was getting stronger and stronger.

It was as if this space was desperately looking forward to his arrival.1

'Could it be … ' Su Mu's heart skipped a beat as he thought of a possibility.

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