"Give me a name."

The nine-colored fairy deer said to Simire.

"Hmm?" Simire asked a little strangely, "Why do you want to name it?"

"The Nine-Colored Fairy Deer is not the name. If there was a second Nine-Colored Fairy Deer in this world, what would I call it then?"

"There will be no second in this world."

Simire replied that he should not create a nine-colored fairy deer, and now he cannot create a second nine-colored fairy deer.

He had a problem and was very concerned about it, so he went around in to find it, but he didn't expect that he would be stumped by the Nine-Colored Fairy Deer first.

Staring at the big eyes of the nine-colored fairy deer, Simier had no choice but to lower his head and think about it for a while, and then raised his head:

"How about it called adam? Adam."

“Is the first human name created by God in Genesis?”

The Nine-Colored Fairy Deer said, paused and continued:

"Will there be Eve born from myself?"

Simere finds it a little funny:

"Eve was created by God who was afraid of Adam's loneliness, and you were not afraid of loneliness. Moreover, I am talking about another Adam, the person created by God in his own image, the person who was born to rule all living things in this world."

"It's a good name, very appropriate." The Jiuse Cengxian Deer nodded.

"And you are about to go to the Gaia continent next time, and this name will not be too inconsistent." Simire didn't want to say that he was actually not very familiar with Chinese characters, and he wouldn't name them with Chinese characters.

The nine-colored fairy deer lowered her head, as if thinking about something.

"Don't want to go?" Simire looked at the deer's eyes and felt a little dark inside.

The nine-colored fairy deer shook her head.

"I want to ask you something," Simire decided to solve his doubts first before talking about other things, "Why did you deliberately leave Nian in the barrier?"

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“How far have we gone?”

Zi Mo rang with arrow lights, and the color of the fog around him became heavier and heavier, from the original light pink to the strange bright red.

Both of them knew that the fog was not touched at all, and the speed of arrows was gradually accelerating every year, which was faster than the fog surging. In Zimo's view, Nian's right hand was lifted up and never put it down again.

"I don't know." Niannian replied casually, while firing out another whirlwind arrow, he focused on the speed of the mist around him.

"A good news, a bad news, which one do you want to hear?" Niannian's right hand was always hooked on the bowstring. Thanks to the fact that there were already some calluses on her fingers, she could barely be used as a finger protection. Otherwise, her right hand would have been cut by the frequently pulled bowstring at this time.

"Okay." Zimo replied without hesitation.

"We should be about to go out, the fog is floating slower, and it looks like it is floating in our direction, and it should be windy."

He didn't keep it a secret every year and quickly introduced what she observed.

"What about the bad one?" Zi Mo suddenly felt a bad feeling.

"The bad thing is," Nian Nian sighed, "I'm almost out of my power."

Before entering this miasma in the dry forest, I guessed that I could use more than twenty whirlwind arrows in a row, but she did not calculate the magical recovery effect of the Moon Spirit Bow at that time. When she first entered this miasma forest, she paid attention to it and controlled the skill effect specifically. She felt that the mana consumption and recovery speed could not be even.

But unexpectedly, there was a fog in the middle, and the frequency of using skills was very fast. Every year, there was a difference between the consumption and the rate of recovery. With the change of time, the original little difference has become increasingly larger, and now it is impossible to continue smoothly.

"Fuck me, right?" Zimo heard the back of his feet, "A journey of a thousand miles is ruined?"

"Not for that, but..." Niannian wanted to explain, but she swallowed the words back, "Be ready for battle. The next arrow may not sound the red alarm of the deer inside."

"Hmm?" Zimo turned to look at her.

"Look at the way! Also, try to follow me as much as possible. If you are rubbed by the arrow below, you may die miserably!"

"What?" Zimo still took a sluggish look, and after mistake, he was half of his body every year.

Two more arrows were fired every year, and both of them clearly felt the color of the fog around them turned pink again, and the dead trees in the forest gradually became sparse.

The last arrow flew out, and a blood mark was wiped from the two fingers of Nian's right hand.

She knew that her fingers were a little exhausted and stiff, and she was not decisive enough when she loosened the strings. The bounced back bowstring and the tail of the arrow wiped off a thin layer of skin along the fingertips.

I haven't made such a low-level mistake for a long time. Looking at the last arrow, I really deviated from the proper trajectory and turned to the left side, and the force and speed of the arrow were also affected.

He held his breath every year, galloped at the last arrow while taking out an arrow from the quiver at his waist.

Only when the arrow was placed on the string did she see that she was taking out a blood-red arrow.

I really thought about what I wanted, and I thought to myself and praised me for my good luck. The dissolution effect is obviously more useful than the crushing effect at this time.

But this time, don't shoot the bow a little more. Pull it a little bigger, put your arms flat, your fingers stronger, and more flexible.

I kept thinking in my heart every year to divert my attention and not be distracted by the pain from my fingers.

"Preparation!" Niannian suddenly shouted two words.

"Walk!"

With this word "go", a blood-red arrow light flew into the dry forest miasma in front of him, instantly dissolving a large area of ​​pink mist. This time, the mist did not spread back, but instead disappeared step by step.

"Hurry up!" Niannian had already seen the flat ground outside the dry forest along the arrow light, and without any pity, he had exhausted the magic power he had just recovered, and rushed out of the forest.

Although Zi Mo couldn't see the situation ahead, he had a lot of trust in Nian Nian's words. Without saying a word, he also increased his speed and followed Nian Nian out of this dead forest filled with miasma.

"Finally--" Zi Mo stepped on the flat ground. Just as he was about to give a look, he saw something spinning in the sky. In amazement, he immediately pushed away every year in front of him, and then his whole body was covered with a tight red array diagram.

The formation map fell to the ground, and in a red light, flames ignited in the formation map, instantly swallowing Zimo's figure.

Every Nian's eyes were so bloody that they were pushed away, and this scene was the other scene!

At this time, a sword light that was as bright as a cloud had already stabbed into her heart!
Chapter completed!