"I'm actually stupid enough to go to the ruins of Shanpa. In billions of years, I don't know how many adventurers have died in the primeval forest of the Sea of ​​Immortality. Their relics must be left in the forest. As long as I create tens of thousands of biochemical mice and find these unowned objects, wouldn't I be able to make a fortune? Moreover, there should be some mineral deposits in the primeval forest of this scale, and mining them will be a continuous stream of wealth!"

I have always been worried about how to earn the average equivalent of this planet, but today's accident immediately opened my mind. Since ancient times, business without money has been the easiest thing to do.

I split the armor into eight pieces, and together with other things, let the thirteen Tibetan mastiffs swallow it into their stomachs. These Tibetan mastiffs have a certain amount of space to store items, but they are not too big, and they are equal to their appetite.

Only that spear, which was barely swallowed by the biochemical Tibetan mastiff I assigned, was a piece that popped up from the dog, which was quite indecent.

The town is in danger, and Luohe Village may not be safe. Of course, I should go back to the Queen Mother's base quickly and be safer. As for the news, I pulled a piece of cloth and let the biochemical Tibetan mastiff in my stomach pick it up. I just went to Luohe Village for a few laps. There was no need for me to go there in person.

"When the Queen Mother Evolves to level 4, I will definitely start working to create a large number of combat biochemical beasts, so no one has to be afraid!"

The nearby holographic map, Life Cabin No. 15 had already been introduced into my brain. I found a relatively easy way, took Tibetan mastiffs, and summoned the bomb worker bee swarm to my side, and then rushed to the base.

However, after walking back a few kilometers, Luo Xing'er's appearance was always lingering in my mind, which made me unable to move. "If I just hide back to the Queen Mother's Base in shame, I will be an otaku for the rest of my life! When she is in danger, how could I just leave like this? I don't even have the courage to try to save people?"

I usually read that kind of story. When I met a strong man, some men with no backbone actually abandoned their beloved and escaped by themselves. They were all very despised at the time. They fell on me. Could it be that they just learned from those guys who had no crotch?

I gritted my teeth hard, and I turned around resolutely. Men feel very strange. Often, they like a woman not from the personality, wealth, knowledge of women. In many cases, their appearance is not the main thing, but the favorability of the first meeting often affects the choice of love.

I hurriedly issued an order to the Queen Mother Emperor to make the infinite sickle and move closer to me. I pulled the spear out of the body of the Tibetan mastiff, and then gave these guys with a sensitive nose to track down the village elder's father's body.

The Scythe is a low-level version of the Blade Warrior. Some of the biochemical beasts that the Queen Mother can make are in a whole series, often covering more than a dozen levels. Moreover, if enough energy is input to the low-level biochemical beasts, the Queen Mother can also modulate them again to evolve.

Of course, this kind of modulation cannot be unlimited. For example, the secondary modulation of the Scythe can only evolve into a Blade Warrior, not another type. However, I accepted the temporary modulation of the Queen Mother, but I was not subject to this restriction, and this detail was carelessly ignored by me.

The village elder's father was still very shocking when he let go of his footsteps. I tracked the sun set and did not keep up with his footsteps. Fortunately, the blade warrior's body was amazing. After this modulation, my endurance seemed to be endless, and I didn't feel tired.

However, the Tibetan mastiff and the bomb worker bee that followed were no longer the same. The biochemical Tibetan mastiff is only the first-level biochemical beast with limited physical strength. The bomb worker bee is not a species with excellent endurance. This type of self-destructive insect has a very poor ability to fly long distances.

I wiped the sweat from my forehead and said to myself: "It seems I have to take a break, otherwise I will have no combat power without the Tibetan mastiff and the bomb bee."

I inserted my spear to the ground, and I found a big tree and put it back in water. Seeing that the Tibetan mastiffs were really out of strength, I could only sigh and shake my head, and brought the bullet-spraying beast and the stone bomb worker bee to find some prey to replenish food.

I was lucky. After half an hour, a group of unknown birds, about the size of a turkey, appeared. I wanted to use the sprinkler beast to blast it, but suddenly my heart moved, and a serrated blade popped out of my arm, and then jumped up and flew the big birds.

When I fell to the ground, two fat birds were already penetrated by two serrated blades. I was delighted, and took the serrated blade back into my arms, reached out to grab the two killed birds and grilled them on the spot.

The standard blade warrior, in combat state, the cells on the body surface will keratinize, forming a hard protective armor. In addition to being able to pop two serrated blades on my arms, there is no other change in appearance. This is also the result of the modulation standard I proposed to the Queen Mother. However, despite this, the degree of strengthening of my body is already amazing.

Even if I encounter a fanged tiger now, I am confident that I will defeat it with bare hands.

After barely filling my stomach, I found a big tree by the fire and leaned on the trunk to think quietly. "If there is any chaos in the town, I can't protect anyone. It's best to secretly rescue Luo Xing'er and not be reckless."

I took a look at the equipment I had in hand and the bomb worker bees had lost dozens. When I came out, I only brought two hundred, but they should be enough to apply. However, these sixteen Tibetan mastiffs are really too weak. Compared with the magneto-optical centipede dragon beast I saw last time, they were only killed instantly.

It's okay to hunt for bullet-spray beasts. If I fight, I guess I can't beat several enemies based on my shooting level.

Thinking of this, I pulled out the spear and thought about it carefully. Logically speaking, this weapon was also technically manufactured at the peak of the Giant Energy Civilization, and it should not be as simple as a cold weapon.
Chapter completed!