Qin Yu finally understood why the place where Rouru always liked the bright light and bright light everywhere. Perhaps she was really tired of it, and the unchanging darkness in front of her eyes was as thick as ink, which completely dyed the world black.

And then... she should be really, very, very lonely, not just saying that, which made Qin Yu think of her sudden gentleness one day.

The endless dark world is so vast that it seems to have no end. There is no concept of time and space here, but only endless emptiness and eternal and unchanging silence.

And here is Rou Rou's home. She has lived here alone for countless years. No wonder, when she first came to the world, even in the wilderness, Rou Rou was enjoyable and yelled to plant trees, vegetables and enjoy life.

It turned out that for her, it was indeed a great enjoyment.

Qin Yu lay on the soft couch woven by branches, turned over casually, and they immediately adjusted to the most comfortable posture.

Perhaps, it is not that the two trees are too flattering, but that they coexist with each other over the endless years, which has long become their instincts.

From this perspective, the cooking skills of "roots" chefs are probably just simple, because they have been doing them too many times and have reached the pinnacle bit by bit.

Qin Yu breathed out, and it turns out that everything in this world has cause and effect, and everything you see has its origin.

He raised his legs, not because this position was comfortable, but because Qin Yu needed to constantly shake his calves to avoid being distracted.

Because this place is really weird, after staying in it for a long time, it is easy for people to feel their heads rusted, and sometimes they forget to turn their thoughts.

Qin Yu occasionally noticed this and became wary. He always felt that he could not really get caught in it, otherwise there would be big trouble.

He is thinking about things seriously.

First of all, it is his current state.

It’s not that Qin Yu is selfish and only cares about himself, because things in this world always have to be divided into order.

Ruo Rou fell into a deep sleep. To wake her up and leave this place smoothly, she could only rely on Qin Yu's efforts. If something went wrong with him, it was a real big problem, and everything was stopped.

How to say... This place is indeed very magical. Qin Yu entered this dark world in his soul state. But now, he has not felt any discomfort. He feels that his soul is solid, which is no different from his physical state.

This matter is most likely related to the meat, because Qin Yu could clearly feel that in this dark world, his soul was always in a state of continuous passing of power.

Nowadays, the state of the soul is as stable as the body, which has reduced this passage a lot.

Simply put, Qin Yu was able to persist here for a longer time in his soul state.

Of course, even so, he will try to open this dark world as soon as possible.

For some reason, Qin Yu was always feeling uneasy in this darkness.

The second thing is to find the so-called coldest place in this dark world. In fact, the concept of "coldest" refers more to a feeling at the level of mind and soul.

The so-called yin is produced in the yang, and yang is produced in the yin. Only by finding the right place can you achieve twice the result with half the effort and increase the chance of success to the highest level.

Now, he is on the road of searching for the two trees, the fleshy trees, play a big role.

The third thing, Qin Yu didn't know whether it was true or not. Just after Rouru fell into a deep sleep, from a certain moment, he always felt a look that quietly fell on him.

He was extremely indifferent and had no emotional fluctuations, but he felt extremely vigilant from the bottom of his heart.

Concentrating on his mind and feeling nothing almost made Qin Yu feel that this was just an illusion he had caused under the depression of his mind in the darkness.

But his intuition told him that it was not an illusion... so he could only be more cautious.

The only good news is that two big trees in the dark have been with Rouru for many years, and obviously have a lot of exploration experience in this dark world.

As time passed, Qin Yu could clearly feel that the "temperature" in the dark world was decreasing. He took a deep breath and sat up straight, rubbed his hands, and looked ahead.

If the direction is right, then the next question is only time left.

...

The former Stone God Tribe's garrison has now become a ruin, and all the large and small stones piled up on the ground have been digged three feet away.

Apart from the occasional ruins, it is almost unimaginable that there was once a powerful barbarian tribe.

The Totem Divine Stone died behind, and the whereabouts of the clan leader Dare were unknown. The remaining elders had an internal conflict, exhausting the last bit of vitality of the Stone Divine Sect.

After that, the clans died or fled, resulting in the powerful Stone God tribe being dissipated by wind and rain in just a few years.

Several barbarians from the Little Barbarian tribe were constantly flipping and picking up the ruins of the Stone God tribe. The so-called lean camel is bigger than a horse. Although the Stone God tribe is completely finished, there may be good things that have not been discovered.

For example, those gravels that absorbed the aura of totem divine stones at the beginning were each of the best refining materials. I heard that someone accidentally found a big piece of the child’s fist a few days ago, picked it up and put it in front of him. When the sunlight shines on it, a faint halo will scatter, which is enough to surprise a small tribe.

"Let's take a break. I'm not lucky today, so I'm afraid I'll find it hard to get anything." An older barbarian spitted out mixed with mud and sand, turned around and sat on the stone next to him.

Unfortunately, although this stone is not small, it is useless. It is just a big stone that can only be used to plaster.

"Yes, I think we'd better not come here again in the future. The Shishen tribe is too poor and has not left any good things!" Several junior barbarians complained.

The old barbarian took out the tobacco gun, lit Meimei and took a sniff, "That is, now, you dare to say it. If you had lent you eight hundred courages a few years ago, you would have dared to mention a word?"

Several junior barbarians shrank their necks and showed resentment on their faces. The old barbarian said nothing. As a large part of the radius of thousands of miles, there were hundreds of vassal tribes alone. The small tribes they came from were not even qualified to carry shoes for people, let alone gossiping, which was really a mess.

"Uncle, everyone in our tribe knows that you have always been the most informative. Do you know what happened to the Stone God tribe? How come such a powerful tribe has completely lost in a few years?" A junior barbarian said with a smile, wiped his dirty hands, and came over to hammer the shoulders of the old barbarian.

The others also widened their eyes and looked curious. They had wanted to know about this for a long time, and had asked about it before, but received no reply.

Even if you only know a little bit of a claw, it is enough to go back and brag about it. If you add some more fuel to the fire, say that I was so good at that time, maybe it would still shock some unknown girls and daughters. That would be great.

The old barbarian sneered.

But his reaction made the eyes of several junior barbarians lit up, and it was like he didn't refuse directly, indicating that there was hope.

"Uncle, just talk!"

"Yes, the Stone God Tribe has completely fallen. Even if you tell us, there will be no trouble."

"We have a very tight mouth. Even if you always reveal your secrets, we won't say a word!"

The old barbarian sneered, with a disdain on his face, "You guys, I have been watching me since I was a child, and I know what to pull when I stick out my butt. Telling these words to me is of no use."

He took two more sips and spit out a stream of spicy smoke. "But there is one thing that you said is not right. The Shi Shen tribe has completely lost. Some things are not considered to be causal."

Clearing his throat and spitting out a thick phlegm, the old barbarian raised his hand and pointed to the ruins in front of him, "Five years ago, the Shishen tribe invited the deserted man Zhongwu Hou to try to help the totem divine stone advance, but who could have expected that this was a trap in itself. At least four parties joined forces, some wanted to kill people, some wanted to drive people away, and some wanted to live hundreds of years longer."

"The murdered people are unwilling to die, and the driven people are unwilling to leave, so there is a conflict. As a result, if anyone is in trouble, the Shi Shen tribe will live, becoming a man whose spine is broken by a punch, and can only lie on the bed with a sick and lying in a bed. If there is no accident, it may not be a chance. After all, the Shi Shen tribe is so obedient, and it is not easy to find in the barbarians."

The old barbarian pulled the corner of his mouth, revealing a hint of sarcasm, "It was a dark and high night. Four sneaky old disabled people secretly attacked the totem divine stone that was about to survive. After paying some price, they completely shattered its vitality. Therefore, the Shi Shen tribe was finished. Shi Dan escaped and survived, but he was the grasshopper in the autumn. After struggling desperately, he could live for three or five years. I am afraid he would die."

A group of junior barbarians, their eyes shone brightly when they heard it, thinking that the old uncle is indeed a famous sarcastic talent in the tribe. These words are foggy, and the key is that they will be the same as the real one. Tsk tsk, you will not lose money, and if you say it in the future, you will definitely scare many people.

Looking at the faces of the boys, the old barbarians knew what they were thinking. They laughed and scolded, "Get out, go and rummur for a while, and leave after the harvest is gone!"

A group of junior barbarians left with laughter and laughter.

The old barbarian picked up the tobacco gun, took a few more sips, narrowed his eyes slightly, and slowly spit out the smoke, "You are guilty of your own fault, you can't live, you can't live..."

At this moment, no one of the younger barbarians who left saw the stone sitting under the old barbarian's butt, now a painful face appeared on the surface, and a begging appeared in his eyes.

The old barbarian looked at him with a calm expression, "Yes, I'm talking about you, die quickly, I'm waiting to pick up the treasure."

After waiting for a while, it was getting late, but the stone under his butt had no sign of cracking. The old barbarian was a little impatient. He hesitated slightly and picked up the tobacco gun and knocked it on the stone with the copper pot.

Click—

The stone cracked, and the faces that appeared on the surface completely disappeared in despair.

"Oh! My butt!"

The old barbarian jumped and cursed, then leaned down and grabbed a stone that was about the size of a palm, almost like a crystal, "Baby, baby!"

As soon as he shouted, he hurriedly covered his mouth and kicked the junior barbarian who was approaching over, "Look at your mother, hurry up and leave, stay here and wait for death!"

The old barbarian jumped onto the wooden car, and several junior barbarians pushed and pulled away like a gust of wind.

The old barbarian, holding his arms in both hands, turned his head and looked at the Stone God Tribe's garrison that turned into ruins, his eyes were indifferent and without any emotion.
Chapter completed!