He Comes From the Void

In the desert where water resources are scarce, it is quite a luxury to use drinking water to wash your face.

But both of them can live without drinking water, so waste is waste.

Anyway, a lot of fruit has been wasted before, and it doesn't matter if there is more.

As Keisha rubbed, the thick dust on her face mixed with water and slowly turned into mud.

She paused, as if a mud mask had been applied to her face.

"how's it going?"

"Hey~" One movement can express many meanings, and Keisha quickly rubbed again.

The moisture in the mud was sucked away by the hot air, and it gradually tended to harden. If Kesha rubbed it again, it would turn into clay, so Kane poured some more water.

No wonder he felt like he was kissing the earth every time he booed, so much dirt.

After rubbing his face and neck, and then pouring water to rinse together, Kane found that Kesha's face was red from rubbing, but her skin was not as fair as he imagined.

Obviously, I haven't been exposed to sunlight for two years underground, and I don't have the conditions to tan, so why is my face not pale?

He quickly figured out that Kesha was born in the desert, and her skin color was not so white by nature, but this didn't affect his liking for Kesha.

The light wheat color is also very good, it looks very healthy.

In fact, the most important thing is to have a good-looking face. Facts have proved that as long as there is a face, no matter death-like paleness or reflective black skin, or even purple skin can be accepted by the public.

In the process of washing my face, my hair was also wet, and there was still more than half of the water in the shaking bag, so I washed my hair too.

Keisha washes her hair just like washing her face. She rubs her palms together, with her hair in the middle, and rubs them back and forth.

The clear water turned directly into yellow water from the beginning to the end. It is conceivable how much dust was hidden in it, and Kane scolded it for a while.

After the wash, Kesha's damp hair glistened in the sun. The eyes were misty, and there was a drop of crystal water on the tip of the straight nose.

If you just look at the head, it does look a bit like a beautiful girl.

But Keisha is not a figure or a skunk, whose head and body can be separated.

He must continue to fight for the final separation skin armor!

It was Kane's turn to wash his face, and Keisha took the initiative to rub his face for him. In fact, it was private revenge for his broken mouth just now. Rubbing his face with the force of rubbing his back, wiped out his tears.

Afterwards, seeing the huge changes before and after Kane washed his face, Kesha was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly thought to himself... If his hair and face were cleaner before, maybe the bird seller wouldn't be scared away?

But the matter has passed, and Kesha looked up at the sun that was about to set outside the courtyard, feeling lost.

Kane noticed her expression and asked her, "Would you like to go up there and see?"

At this time, the bottom of the patio has been shrouded in shadow, only the wall of the well is casted by the setting sun, and many roots can be seen showing a strange pale color under the sunlight.

This is the closest they've been to the surface. She wanted to go up and have a look, but reason kept telling her not to touch those things.

Otherwise, that carriage is the consequence.

"I think." Keisha said what was in her mind: "But we can't climb up."

"Then try something else, if you want," Kane said.

Keisha nodded, she vaguely knew what Kane wanted to do.

Since devouring the sand falcon, the skin armor has unlocked new biological structures. Therefore, Kane might be able to fly to the ground as long as the skin armor grows wings.

First, the bones grew from behind the shoulder blades. This pair of wing bones were not big, with a wingspan of less than three meters. Kane felt that he had to be at least doubled in size to fly the heavy him.

But he felt that this had reached his limit. If it was any bigger, the wings would be too heavy, which would cause the body to lose balance.

Afterwards, the skin armor gushes out a pale substance that spreads along the wing bones, stretching to become muscles and feathers.

The black wings took shape, but I didn't expect it to be so heavy, Kane began to stand unsteadily.

He knew he couldn't fly without trying, but he still tried to flap his wings.

A series of questions followed.

First of all, the bone density of human beings is higher than that of birds, coupled with the weight of the skin armor, making Kane's weight an unavoidable problem.

If he wanted to generate enough power, he would have to increase the wingspan, but that would be unbalanced front and rear. Conversely, in order to maintain balance, the wings cannot grow too large.

Moreover, he didn't develop enough muscles, which caused his wings to flap weakly, and he couldn't fly at all.

Furthermore, wings are more suitable for gliding, and it is easier to take off from a high place with updrafts, but he is at the bottom of the patio, and the hot air above only diffuses downwards, so there is no such condition.

The test flight failed, and Kane didn't try again.

He could see that wings were not suitable for humans, perhaps elytra would be better. I don't know why Kyle, the angel of justice, can fly with his wings...it must be magic, or should it be called the power of the gods?

Kane let the skin armor slowly devour the wings, and the process was extremely cruel.

Generating this pair of broken wings consumes no less energy than generating a pair of dark armor. He is not willing to take it off and waste it, so he can only "eat" it back.

But even so, he still lost some energy.

The devouring of the void is just complete digestion without producing useless waste, but the process of transformation and shaping cannot achieve energy-free transformation.

Otherwise, why do they still have a fixed shape? Whatever is convenient becomes whatever it is, and all of them are ever-changing monsters.

"Why don't you forget it." Kesha waited for Kane to swallow the wings, walked over and grabbed his hand: "If there is one, there are two. I believe we will find other exits soon."

"Actually, there's another way I haven't tried." Kane looked into Kesha's eyes with a serious expression.

"You want to control the hernia? It's too dangerous!" Kesha could tell what he wanted at a glance. The idea, she exclaimed, was insane.

This is like two worms rushing into the sundew, what else can happen?

"The composition of the hernia is not very different from that of the void creature. As long as it is conscious, I can control it." Kane really wanted to try to control the hernia.

It's just that he was afraid that if he shot rashly, they would all activate and trap the two of them in the courtyard.

"Okay, let's go to the entrance of the cave and try. If something goes wrong, I can take you away immediately."

"OK."

The two came to the hole at the bottom of the patio, and Kane asked Kesha to knock down a root.

The light bullet she released accurately hit a section of the exposed root. The latter fell down and made a dull sound of pieces of meat hitting the ground, and twitched for a while like a nerve reflex.

However, the main body of the hernia of the earth shrank slightly, and did not fully come alive and dance wildly.

"Good!" Kane secretly praised, and then used the web of consciousness to capture the root, trying to make it act according to his will.

I saw that the root tendril suddenly began to twist, winding forward like a snake for a while, bowing and crawling like a worm for a while.

Under Kane's control, it used fierce and weird movements to rush towards the location of the two.