Chapter 661

Remembering the bare mysterious mountain.

Angel wondered, "is it possible that the mysterious mountain is also a concept of withering?"

Sanders shook his head: "it shouldn't be. I didn't feel the smell of death on that mountain just now. I think it has nothing to do with withering."

Since it is not withering, what will it be? Is it barren or barren?

When Angela guessed, Sanders said, "it's impossible to guess now. What's the specific? Gloria will come to you after understanding it. You'll know at that time."

Angel nodded and stopped questioning the question. However, he was still puzzled about the trigger of mysterious objects, "can this understanding method only be applied to conceptual mysterious objects? In fact, other mysterious objects do not have this function?"

"Why do you say that?"

"I have experimented with dozens of alchemy fairyland. Although the brain activity increases after feeling triggers mysterious objects, it seems to be able to draw on others and increase some perception under the flood of information. But it seems impossible to understand a technique out of thin air." Angel looked puzzled.

"I don't know that." Sanders: "I need to see more mysterious objects. After analysis and comparison, I may have the corresponding answer. However, when it comes to my ability to understand the art of withering, it is not really out of thin air. Those torrents of information mobilize my own knowledge, integrate my experience and create this art of withering."

"As for why you didn't understand the magic, it's probably..."

Sanders has said so far. How can angel not understand. What Sanders wants to say is that the knowledge is not deep enough.

Angel also acknowledges this.

However, with the knowledge of alchemy alone, angel felt that he should surpass Sanders. If you can really create an alchemy out of thin air, should it also be possible to create an alchemy?

But in fact, there is no, maybe there are attribute restrictions on this creative method? Can't create alchemy?

When Angel thought of "limitation", he suddenly had a flash of inspiration and thought of his experience in the small spot. The interweaving and merging of various laws has experienced the birth and decline of various civilizations... Perhaps, this understanding method is actually enclosed in the existing law of the small spot itself? After all, the mystery he understood had to come from childhood.

This is purely angel's conjecture.

The only way to verify it is for him to re comprehend the mysterious meaning of a new mysterious thing, and then integrate the new mysterious meaning into the dreamland.

But this is more difficult. Even if he gets a new mysterious thing, he may not be able to understand the meaning of mystery. At the beginning, the core of the mystery of little spot was that he was completely unprotected, so he could have the feeling of wandering inside. Other mysterious things, if he wants to enter the core, it is estimated that he will directly destroy the mysterious things, not to mention whether it is worth it. If he finally destroys the mysterious things, he may not be able to feel the meaning of mystery.

Therefore, this conjecture is difficult to realize.

Angel thought that he would return to the old land for some time. At that time, he would look for Freud's promise: the dream conch on the moonlight coast.

If all goes well, then he will have something mysterious. Maybe you can try to understand the mysterious meaning of dream conch.

Angel wanted to tell Sanders what he thought, but after thinking for a moment, he restrained himself. After all, it's just a guess. It's not too late to say it after the experiment.

When the fire cloud appeared in the sky, their teachers and disciples just put down the conversation about mysterious objects.

"If you want to create something amazing in the future, you'd better prepare for me first. Don't be so caught off guard. I haven't even figured out how to deal with it." Sanders sighed: "why do I always feel that you don't save me more than flora."

Angel was a little embarrassed and said, "I didn't expect its effect to be so good..."

"Forget it, just be careful. I was worried about the people who were underground by rats and ants. Now I'm more worried about you being watched by some old guys who don't go out of the mountain all the year round than their snake and mouse generation." Sanders sighed: "don't you know alchemy? Find a way to refine some props that can protect yourself."

Angel nodded. He really should refine something for himself. After all, he was about to leave the savage cave. Crossing the devil sea alone is not an easy task.

"If you understand, go back first. If you need books in your study, you can take them back." Sanders road.

"For books, don't use them for the time being." Angel stood up and said with a little hesitation, "mentor, are you going to the nightmare world now?"

"Wait a minute, there are still some things to do." Saunders murmured.

Angel originally meant to stay here, even if he didn't go to the nightmare world, and also wanted to see the situation when entering and leaving the nightmare world, but Sanders's answer undoubtedly showed his attitude.

Angel nodded helplessly and turned away. But before leaving, angel put the "monument of the strange ring" on Sanders' desk.

"What is this?" Sanders looked at the strange transparent diamond and Mobius ring inside, with a trace of amazement in his eyes.

"About the alchemical fantasy of Monument Valley." Angel said, "it doesn't integrate into the mysterious concrete, it's just a simple fantasy."

Sanders nodded: "refining is very fast. I will deeply comment on and analyze your fantasy, and I will give you a feedback at that time."

Angel said with expressionless respect, "thank you so much for your tutor."

After that, angel turned stiffly and left the study.

Outside the study, angel accidentally saw Goodall housekeeper and wheatton. Wheatton was holding a plate with a pot and a small plate of snacks on it. Angel noticed that wheatton's arm was trembling slightly, and he didn't know how long he kept this position.

When he saw angel, wheatton immediately showed a "relieved" expression and strode towards angel.

But because he took too big a step, he staggered before taking a few steps, and saw that the plate was about to fall to the ground.

Goodall stroked his forehead, showing a helpless look on his face. As soon as he changed his body shape the next second, he appeared on the side of huibiton. With an elegant gesture, he firmly connected the shaky plate to the palm of his hand.

Wheatton hit the ground with his face and fell heavily to the ground.

When whebiton slowly climbed up with a sad face and touching the bridge of his red nose, Goodall bowed one hand to Angel: "master pat, this is afternoon tea. Would you like to use it in the living room or take it back to the master's bedroom?"

As he spoke, he placed the plate in front of angel.

afternoon tea? Angel opened the exquisite porcelain pot and a strong milk smell came to his nostrils.

tea with milk? Angel's eyes flashed with joy.

"Take it back to the bedroom. I happen to be a little hungry." Angel's serious way.

Angel and good went to the bedroom together. Wheatton's mouth shriveled and followed. He didn't forget what grandpa said to him. Lord Sanders doesn't necessarily agree to let him stay in phantom Island, but he can try to open the pass from master pat.

That's why there was afternoon tea. However, perhaps because he lost his face, huibiton was embarrassed to be too close, but hung behind them from a distance.

"Wheatton prepared the afternoon tea?" Angel said in surprise.

"Yes. Wheatton knew that the young master liked dairy products, so he volunteered to give them to the young master." After Goodall's housekeeper finished, he found that angel's expression was vaguely wrong. How could he not understand angel's concerns with his old and spicy mind.

His topic changed: "the young master also knows that huibiton's body and brain are underdeveloped because of his strong shadow servant's ability. He is very childish regardless of his hobbies or ideas, so his dairy products are made with his own favorite taste, and he doesn't know whether they meet the young master's taste."

The implication is that wheatton's IQ and EQ are low. He himself likes drinking dairy products and won't tell angel that he likes dairy products as a joke.

Angel coughed twice. Of course, he understood Goode's words. Although he knew it was Goode's good intention, why did he have the sense that he was a dandy? Even if wheatton knew he liked dairy products, angel would not really do anything to wheatton except being uncomfortable.

But when Goodall said this, he seemed to be about to bully wheatton

"This is a thought from wheatton, I understand."

As they passed the living room, angel suddenly saw the door of the house pushed open, and flora, who was not worried, flew in from the door.

"I'm so angry that I locked the doors and windows of my study and let me go through the main door. Isn't this a waste of time!" Flora was talking and talking. As soon as she entered the door, she saw angel with a stunned face.

Flora raised her eyebrows, flew over, smelled the rich milk smell in the plate, and her eyes turned.

Just wanted to laugh at angel's growth and comfort his anger. As a result, before the sarcastic words were said, I heard the little red "EEE" behind her, happily took out a blood red rose and happily handed it to angel.

Angel first greeted flora respectfully, then took the rose and nodded her thanks to Xiao Hong. Behave gracefully and without disrespect.

Flora clenched her teeth. Xiao Hong took the initiative to show her kindness. What else can she say? Can only hold out a sentence from his mouth: "eat sweets at night, be careful of cavities."

With that, flora turned to Saunders' study. Xiaohong lay behind her, turned her head, narrowed the green ghost fire in her eyes into a crescent, and waved goodbye to him.

Angel looked at Flora's direction, apparently looking for sanders. Did Sanders say he had to prepare, actually waiting for flora to come? Is flora going to nightmare world with Sanders, too?

Angel didn't know. He could only sigh. He smelled the fragrance of the rose, put it on the plate and said to Goode's housekeeper, "let's go."

(Panax notoginseng Chinese ET)