After crossing, I became a group pet

If Su Mu is detected to have undergone a mutation, is that... the original owner at that time can't wait for Su Mu to come back.

If Su Mu is detected to have a mutation, he can't wait for Su Mu to come back...

Is darkness a sin?no!Absolutely not.

Why talent and darkness are related to be cruelly executed by "them". Talent is just talent, as long as people are good, talent should not affect people's fate, and "they" should not decide people's fate.

Only fate can control fate.

Su Qingmian's consciousness sank deeper and deeper, entangled in obsession, never ending.

The palm was gently moved away from the tree trunk, and Su Qingmian's consciousness finally returned to reality.

The damp moss grew on the tree in the atrium, a thick layer that looked extremely soft, he really wanted to touch it again, willing to fall into boundless sadness.

But when he took action, his hand was held by someone, Su Qingmian turned his head, and the person who held his hand squinted and smiled: "Little friend, we meet again."

The palms of Ling Yesheng seem to be sweating, the touch is wet and hot, the skin is jade, the eyebrows and eyes are painted, the bridge of the nose is like a mountain, and the lips are honey. The distance between the masterpiece of the creator and Su Qingmian is only three centimeters. The sound of Yesheng's heartbeat, one after another, was terribly fast.

Su Qingmian shook off his hand annoyedly: "The ghost lingers."

The hand that was thrown away stopped, motionless as if angry, the owner of the hand saw that Su Qingmian didn't pay attention to him at all, but squatted down and dug the soil with a shovel, so he retracted his hand and stroked it with the other hand. For a moment, as if comforting yourself.

The grass on the ground is too thick. If Su Qingmian wants to dig the soil, he has to get rid of the grass first. The roots of the grass are tough. It took a while to shovel the grass. After shoveling the small piece of grass, the black land was exposed. The land is filled into the bamboo basket.

Ling Yesheng squatted down and patted the soil in the bamboo basket, making it smooth and firm.

Before she could move her hand away, Su Qingmian filled it with a shovel of soil.

The black soil covered Ling Yesheng's hand. Su Qingmian was stunned for a moment, and pulled out Ling Yesheng's hand. There were black soil remnants on the white hand. Su Qingmian looked up at Ling Yesheng, and found that the person was also looking at him, and there was something in his eyes. ……Wronged?

"Dirty..." Listening to the night said.

Su Qingmian is guilty of dirtying other people's hands, but when hearing the word "dirty" from the voice of Ling Ye, Su Qingmian throws away his hand: "Don't touch it if you think it's dirty."

People who rely on the land to support themselves still dislike the dirty soil?

Ling Yesheng hugged her hand and lowered her eyelashes: "Oh."

Weak, meowing like a milk cat.

Su Qingmian glanced at him speechlessly, pretending to be some kind of delicate kitten, it looks like it.

Stretching out a hand, Su Qingmian raised her chin.

Ling Yesheng didn't understand: "Huh?"

Su Qingmian: "Bring it here."

"Oh."

Ling Yesheng stretched out a hand that was stained with black soil, Su Qingmian pulled it over, and wiped off the soil bit by bit with his sleeve, his movements were rough at the beginning, then gradually eased the pressure, and soon, Ling Yesheng's hand returned to its original spotless appearance.

Su Qingmian continued to fill in the soil and filled the bamboo basket. Just as she was about to stand up with the bamboo basket in her arms, the ground shook. Su Qingmian sat on the ground all of a sudden, the bamboo basket was overturned, and half of the soil inside was scattered.

"What's going on here?"

Ling Yesheng's expression was serious for a moment, then gently helped Su Qingmian, picked up the bamboo basket on the ground and handed it to him: "Go home."

"What happened just now?"

Ling Yesheng shook his head, pointed at the bamboo basket with his hand, and all the soil in the bamboo basket came back, like a video played backwards.

It's amazing.

"Let's go."

In the next second, countless scenes flashed before Su Qingmian's eyes, blurred to an unreal level, and when he could see clearly, he found himself drowning in the water.

The heavy banyan leaves cut the light from the sky, and the fragmented light fell to the ground, mottled.

In just an instant, he returned to the beautiful reality from the panic caused by the boundless shock.

Su Qingmian: "..."

The technique is amazing, what skills to show off.

Forget it, for the sake of Ling Yesheng helping him take back a basket of soil, he didn't say anything else.

Su Qingmian walked into the Star Track Hall with a basket on her shoulders, and Su Qingmian bumped into Su Mu's body.

Su Qingmian stared with eyes full of panic, and grabbed Su Mu's collar: "Brother, brother, brother!"

Su Mu pinched his shoulders and stabilized his body: "What happened, please speak slowly."

If nothing happened, Su Qingmian would not be like this.

Su Qingmian's legs were shaking and he could hardly stand up. Su Mu hugged his back to support him so that he would not kneel down.

Su Qingmian experienced an earthquake in her previous life. The shock was not strong and did not last long, but the huge force erupting from the depths of the ground made people feel terrible in their bones.

The vibration on the ground of the root of the atrium was even more frightening than the earthquakes he had encountered before. The ground shook violently, causing people to lose the ability to distinguish directions, forget the ability to think, and feel sick to their stomachs.

At the most uncomfortable time, Ling Yesheng helped him up, picked up the bamboo basket and helped him take back the soil that had been spilled all over the ground, tell others.

It was the sound of listening to the night that saved him.

But the sound of listening to the night is still there.

Listening to the Night...it's dangerous...

"Brother, the ground at the root of the atrium is shaking. Ling Yesheng is alone, and only Ling Yesheng is alone." Su Qingmian's voice was choked, "What should I do?"

The strength in Su Mu's hands deepened, and he didn't have time to ask Su Qingmian why he went to the forest, nor did he have time to ask him why he was with Ling Yesheng. He wanted to comfort him, but those comforting words felt unnecessary when they reached his lips.

"Listen, you stay in the water, don't go anywhere, wait for me to come back." The voice was sonorous and powerful, giving people an infinite sense of security.

Su Mu pinched his neck, turned around and left, Su Qingmian, who lost Su Mu's support, fell to the ground: "Brother!"

The servants rushed up to help him up, Su Qingmian wanted to break free from them and follow Su Mu, but her consciousness was plunged into darkness.

What happened to Atrium Roots?

Ling Yesheng was there, and Su Mu also went, but he couldn't do anything here, he didn't want to be so useless, he didn't want to hide behind Su Mu and shiver like a mouse, he could do something, he could definitely do it order something.

Su Qingmian suddenly opened his eyes, and the servants around were startled by him: "Master Su..."

He pushed the servant away and ran to the forest as fast as he could.

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The ground collapsed with the roar, the compacted soil rolled, the yellow dust raged, blocking the light of the sky, the roots of the atrium exposed on the ground collapsed at a speed visible to the naked eye, the moss growing on it was withered and yellow, drooping weakly, the grass Withered, the trees fell around the tree in the atrium, the frightened birds flew far away, and the beasts roared.

The forest is decaying like the end of the world.

In the grayness, Ling Yesheng's body exuded a dazzling silver light. He chanted a mantra, and his vicissitudes of voice seemed to span the ancient times, transcending time and space. The formation, the formation enveloped the entire forest, and the silver light spots on it poured down, fell to the ground and melted into it, like spring rain moistening things silently.

The subsidence of the ground seems to have eased, and the roots of the atrium stand up unhappily, like a sick child who has been beaten up.

Tie complex knots with your fingers, and sing in a low voice: "The light never fades..."

Countless silver dots fell, if this is rain, then it must be a storm.

When Su Mu jumped to the space, Ling Yesheng's face was pale, his breathing was short of breath, and he was not in a good condition.

Su Mu put his hands on his back, pure spiritual power entered his body, Ling Yesheng's complexion improved, and the dimmed silver light became dazzling again.

Su Mu asked him, "Has Qingmian been here?"

Listening to the sound of the night hummed.

"I told you not to have his ideas."

Ling Ye turned her head to look at him faintly, with innocence in her good-looking eyes: "I didn't, it was purely a coincidence, I didn't know he was here too."

The falling speed of the silver light slowed down, and Su Mu said fiercely, "Be more focused."

Ling Yesheng turned around and made another handprint.

Su Mu: "I won't listen to your explanation, just stay away from Qingmian."

Su Mu didn't say anything more serious. Su Qingmian was also there when the root of Yunmengze's atrium suddenly withered. If it wasn't for the sound of Ling Ye who immediately sent Su Qingmian back with space magic, Su Qingmian's situation would not be good. Yesheng saved Su Qingmian, and just emphasized that he can't get close to Su Qingmian anymore.

The world is centered on the tree of the atrium. It has four main root systems, which divide the world into four continents. Yunmengze is the initial city of Dongzhou Continent. If there is a problem with the root of Ze's atrium, then the entire Dongzhou continent will become barren land.

In the past history, the root of the atrium has never been so weak. If one of the four roots is abolished, the other three will inevitably be affected. Will the world be better?

The only way to restore the root of the atrium is to nourish it with vitality. As the master of Tianshu, Ling Yesheng's vitality is the brightest and purest.

Su Mu advised him to repair the roots as soon as possible, but every time Su Mu mentioned this topic, Ling Yesheng always refused.

If the sound of the night had listened to Su Mu's suggestion, the root of the atrium would not have withered like this.

The ghost knows how many and how deep the roots of the atrium are under the ground, and only then did they wither and the ground was affected.

If they all wither... the future will be unimaginable.

The falling silver light became more and more sparse, and Ling Yesheng's quick switching of handprints did not help. Su Mu was surprised: "What's the matter, aren't you the master of Tianshu? That's it?"

Master Tianshu's spiritual power is recognized as the strongest, brightest and most majestic, so how much is it gone?

Ling Yesheng chuckled: "What's the matter with Master Tianshu, I am also human."

It's a time when people will run out of life.

Su Mu was silent.

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Run faster, run faster, it's almost there, the blood in Su Qingmian's whole body is boiling, every muscle is clamoring for me to rest.

The heart was overloaded, and sweat the size of beans slid down his face, but he was conscious. He ran into the forest and saw a silver light in the distance. When he ran close, Su Mu was half awake due to excessive consumption of spiritual power, and his eyes were blurred In a trance, Ling Yesheng's face was frighteningly pale, like a piece of paper without thickness.

Su Qingmian held Su Mu's hand: "Brother, are you okay?"

Su Mu snorted weakly: "Not obedient."