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Volume 1 The Boy Here Chapter 208 A Grass

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    Monica stretched out her hand again, remembering that she had been rejected by Freud before, so this time she was a little late but still stretched out her hand.

    Freud raised his head and looked at Monica's face as smooth as porcelain through the light projected on the earth. His smile was full of warmth and he stretched out his hand for her to hold.

    Monica exerted force, and then his legs, half buried in the soil, slowly came out.

    Floyd¡¯s body went limp and he almost lost his balance. Monica¡¯s quick eyesight and hands helped him.  Her voice tightened: "Floyd, how are you?"

    Freud smiled weakly at her and expressed his gratitude: "I'm fine, thank you, Monica."

    Monica shook her head: "I want to thank you. Without you, I don't know how to deal with Cartier."

    Freud asked: "Now that Cartier is seriously injured, what are your plans?"

    Monica whispered: "The ancestor's horn is in his hand, I want to snatch that thing back."

    Floyd shook his head: "How do you grab it? Cartier's current strength is at least an eighth-level powerhouse, and you can't compete with it anymore."

    Monica bit her lip, with a look of perseverance in her eyes: "If you can't beat it, you still have to rob it. It's the ancestor's thing, and you can't leave it to him."

    Freud nodded silently and suddenly said with a smile: "But you have to remember, you can't die. You still have to fulfill your promise and help the Babylon family."

    Monica nodded and laughed too.

    Cinderella had turned her back to Floyd and the others from the beginning and allowed them to talk.  Gaze into the distance yourself.

    Freud and Monica communicate for a while.  Suddenly seeing Cinderella's expression, he sneered and said: "You haven't noticed that Cinderella is a bit farsighted?"

    "What is hyperopia?"

    ¡°She can only see things in the distance.¡± Floyd explained, suppressing a smile.

    Monica laughed softly.  Sure enough, I feel like the image Freud described.  Isn't this what Cinderella looks like, looking at them as though they were nothing?

    Listening to Freud teasing Cinderella like this, Monica felt inexplicably good.

    "Look here!"

    Cinderella said suddenly, pointing to somewhere.

    Both Floyd and Monica stopped smiling, and Monica helped Floyd move closer.

    I saw that in the center of the original air flow, where the life force should have been completely sucked out and no grass could grow, a green grass actually grew!

    "What a tenacious life." Freud said with a playful smile, "Cinderella still has great eyes and can see these details."

    Cinderella turned her head and glanced at Floyd.  He was quite dissatisfied. Could it be that he really thought that she had not heard the unconcealed teasing just now?  But it was her usual indifferent temperament that made her disdain to get entangled with Freud on such matters.

    Monica looked at the grass, as if she was possessed, staring at it blankly.  Staring hard and refusing to move his eyes.

    Freud glanced at Monica in surprise, feeling as if she had been restrained by Cartier's bloodline just now.

    "This grass is weird." Cinderella glanced at Monica, then at the grass, her eyes wandering, "It seems that this grass has a similar aura to Monica."

    "Oh?" Freud was surprised.  "How is this possible? This is just a grass."

    "Don't underestimate it. Such a small grass is comparable to the Pandora flower in your demon pet."

    Freud was already used to Cinderella¡¯s super insight, but Monica looked at Solomon in surprise when she heard about Pandora¡¯s magic flower.  I didn't expect that this little gangster animal actually had such a treasure inside of him.  There will be a day when I can get some benefits by killing him.

    Seeing Monica looking at him, Solomon raised his head slightly.  He looked proud, but if he knew what Monica was thinking.  I'm afraid my head will shrink into my neck in fear.

    Only then did Freud pay attention. He scanned his eyes a few times but found nothing unusual.  Sighing inwardly.  The gap between him and Cinderella is not small.

    He quickly approached Cinderella and asked in a low voice: "Cinderella, what is so weird about this little grass?"

    Cinderella was also a little unsure this time. She hesitated and said: "It may have a similar function to that long horn."

    Monica suddenly smiled: "It's not similar, it'sReverse!  They are born together, but their power attributes are completely opposite, so that they can maintain the balance of this world.  "

    ¡°Are they mutually reinforcing each other?¡± Freud said to himself.  He was immediately startled, "What? Maintaining the balance of this world?"

    No matter how small a world is, its composition is extremely complex, and is usually maintained by more than a dozen basic elements.  From his perspective, this world has at least five or six elements of light, darkness, water, fire, and wood. How could it be supported by the legacy of two ferocious beasts?  If this is the case, then this ferocious beast is too powerful.

    He asked in a low voice: "Wei, Cinderella, do you know what kind of ferocious beast Monica and their ancestors were?"

    "Medusa!"

    Floyd was stunned for a moment and said with a smile: "I didn't expect their family to have such a big background."

    Medusa, the ancient ferocious beast.  It is said that those seen by its eyes will lose all senses.  Moreover, it once single-handedly killed an army of God's Punishment.  He was already a powerful man with a reputation far and wide in ancient times.

    Back then, the bloodline heirs of Medusa were also from the Golden Family.  But later, due to the war and the weakening of the bloodline, he gradually withdrew from the ranks of the first-line family.  Then he disappeared, seemingly hiding in hiding.  Waiting for the day to rise.

    He squinted his eyes and looked at Monica's delicate and delicate face, which seemed completely harmless, but in his heart he was appraising this woman's strength.

    He knew that Monica was chosen as the heir because of a special bloodline that had not been born in the Medusa family for many years.  That special bloodline is said to be able to change the fate of their family.  And, it seems that Monica has awakened to some extent.  He originally thought it was an ordinary ferocious beast and didn't care, but he didn't expect it to be Medusa.

    There is no room for him to ignore it now.  This little girl said she needed his protection, but in fact, she had never used the power of bloodline awakening.  This power was tightly covered by her, and she didn't even use it when Cartier used her blood to contain it.

    When Freud¡¯s thoughts were wandering, suddenly, without warning, Monica moved.

    Her figure was like an erratic weightless shadow, floating quietly without making any sound. Neither Floyd nor Cinderella felt the airflow around her.

    By the time they all reacted, Monica was already in front of the grass.  Her eyes gradually brightened, and she stretched out her hand to grab the grass.

    Then he stuffed it into his mouth.  He swallowed it without even chewing.

    After swallowing it, he seemed to come back to his senses.  She looked at her hands in confusion and surprise, and then at the small grass hole on the ground, then turned to ask Floyd: "Did I eat that grass just now?"

    Freud nodded, swallowed, pointed at her face, and said, "Don't you feel anything abnormal?"

    Monica was completely unaware and said blankly: "What?"

    Freud watched the first pink scales protrude from her smooth and delicate cheeks.  Speechless.

    It wasn¡¯t until Monica¡¯s face turned bright red when Freud looked at him that she said angrily: ¡°If you look again, I¡¯ll dig out your eyeballs.¡±

    But when Freud looked at her face, she reached out and touched her cheek with her fingers in surprise.

    She touched a piece of fine, smooth and hard scales.  Her expression changed instantly.  He lost his voice for a moment: "How could this happen?"

    A surge of air suddenly surged out of her body.  It rotated and rippled around her body, just like Cartier's before.

    Cinderella¡¯s face was solemn: ¡°The grass you ate may be more powerful than the horns of your ancestors. It makes your bloodline more pure.¡±

    Monica was about to cry without tears: "But, am I going to turn into a snake?"

    "Haha, Medusa is a beautiful snake with a reputation far and wide." Freud joked.

    Monica said angrily: "Floyd, it's now this time, do you still want to say sarcastic words?"

    Floyd smiled: "No. Don't worry. At most, it will exist as a fighting state for you."

    "No." Cinderella said with her eyes shining with holy light, "Your ancestor's blood cannot completely change your blood. Don't think too highly of your ancestor's blood. Your blood is not weaker than your ancestor's at all."

    "Really?" Monica said happily.  This time, she suddenly felt how good Cinderella was, and her eyes that saw everything were so beautiful and lovely.  There is no longer the hostility that I had when I looked at her before.?Jealous.

    To be honest, the moment she found out that she was going to turn into a snake, Monica couldn't help but feel panic.  Although she usually behaves calmly and maturely, in fact, she is still just a woman, and she also likes to be beautiful according to her own aesthetics

    When Cinderella said she would not turn into a snake, she felt really relieved.  It was like a big rock falling to the ground.

    There was a sudden surge of heat in her belly, and that power did not belong to her.  Her heart condensed, and she immediately closed her eyes and used her mind to control this powerful force.

    That power was very docile. It moved with her thoughts, slowly attached to her own power, and then slowly integrated into it.

    There is no overbearing change to the original strength attributes, just strengthening, just treating herself as nourishment to nourish Monica's original strength.

    It seems that they are the most selfless parents who give their best to their children.

    When Monica understood this fusion method, she suddenly felt relieved, and then controlled her power to eliminate the scales on her face.  She touched the smooth skin on her face and felt very good.  .  .  )¡ª¡ª

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