I'm not a drama god

Chapter 1595 The second disaster?

Toy?

Hearing these two words, Chen Ling was stunned for a moment.

He just couldn't connect Kurou Zhuolin with the toy...and from what Zhuozai said, Chaozai had come to get it more than once?

Could this era's ridicule be a demon child?

A strange thought flashed through Chen Ling's mind. He immediately grasped the two key words "demon child" and "toy" and laughed loudly with an increasingly arrogant and crazy attitude.

"I got tired of playing with it last time!"

"But this time I found something even more interesting... Don't you have one here too?"

Chen Ling kicked Wu Tongyuan, who was lying on the ground like a dead dog beside him, then pointed at Chu Changqing who was assimilated into Zhuozai's torso, and a hint of desire and fanaticism appeared in his scarlet eyes.

"I don't want anything else this time...I just want him!"

"Give him to me and I'll leave! And from now on, I won't come to play with you guys anymore!"

Chen Ling's kick was quite powerful, causing Wu Tongyuan to groan and fall to the side like a sandbag. He then hugged his head in fear... It wasn't that Chen Ling was targeting him deliberately, he was indeed the closest to Chen Ling among the three.

Zhuozai hadn't expected that this time Chen Ling was actually coming for the human who was living in his body... Its tumorous head looked at the human face, seeming a little hesitant.

To be honest, it really has no interest in this human being anymore.

When he was caught in the Bitter Flesh Forest, Zhuozai was still full of curiosity about it and tortured it with various means. Soon he discovered that no matter what means he or other disasters used, this human would evolve at an extremely fast speed... or in other words, assimilate into one of them.

From the very beginning, human beings turned into grass, then were assimilated into big trees, and now they have turned into the roots of sunflowers in themselves.

Now, this human no longer had any human breath on him, but was instead filled with his own scent… He just existed in his own body, as if he were dead, without any life fluctuations at all, so much so that Zhuo Zai had forgotten his existence.

If I have to say it, Chu Changqing is now like a pimple on it. It won't have any effect on it if you just leave it there. On the contrary, it will be a bit painful if you squeeze it out.

But seeing this crazy person in front of him, Zhuzai felt a headache...

If possible, Zhuozai didn't want to have too much trouble with Chaozai. After all, this was a completely unreasonable guy. If he was in a bad mood, he might turn the whole Kurou Zhuolin upside down.

If you insist on going against the Scoundrel, the fate of the Sighing Wilderness is an example. I heard that not long ago, the Scoundrel had half of its wings knocked off, and one third of the entire skeleton disaster tribe was wiped out by the Scoundrel, and their souls were extracted and used as balls.

Zhuo Zai's hesitation didn't last long. Its massive tumor leaned down towards its torso, and then the root began to wriggle violently, gradually squeezing the figure embedded in its body out...

Strands of blood were squeezed out from the roots around the figure, and the vines under Zhuozai climbed faster and faster, as if enduring pain. As the wood-grain figure was completely squeezed out of the body, Zhuozai's huge and upright body suddenly hunched a little, as if while forcing Chu Changqing away, it also consumed its energy.

As the wooden figure fell straight from the air, Chen Ling stomped his foot lightly, and the gecko under him immediately popped out its tongue, wrapped around Chu Changqing, and threw him to the back.

A hand made of red paper firmly grasped the wooden figure's neck, lifting it up in the air like a chicken, and examined it with interest for a moment...

Then he burst into laughter:

"Interesting! It's really interesting!!"

"let's go!!"

Chen Ling didn't even look at the turbid disaster, as if it was just air. As he stomped his feet again, the two poisonous heads under him immediately turned around and crawled out of the bitter flesh turbid forest.

The turbid disaster naturally would not stop it, and the surrounding bitter flesh and turbid forest disasters also made way for it again. They were eager for this plague god to leave quickly.

The whole process went more smoothly than Chen Ling had expected.

Everything was thanks to this era's ridicule. Its notoriety was incredibly effective. He'd only spoken a few words, and the turbidity had obediently delivered Chu Changqing... As for Wu Tongyuan and the others standing by, they were completely dumbfounded. They had no idea about the relationship between extinction and destruction, nor did they know what ridicule was. They'd only seen Chen Ling sneer at the sunflower a few times, and then it had obediently let him go?

Who is Director Chen? Even a disaster of that magnitude is so afraid of him?

The two poisonous heads quickly crawled towards the edge of the Bitter Flesh Forest. Chen Ling lowered his head and carefully observed Chu Changqing in his arms, his brows slightly furrowed...

Chu Changqing was still alive, but his body had completely transformed into a plant. His fingers had become slender roots, his limbs had become ancient tree trunks, his skin seemed to have turned to plant fibers, and even his internal organs had become petrified. His heart only beat once a minute on average.

And no matter how Chen Ling shook him and called out to him, he showed no sign of waking up, as if he had truly become a complete "vegetative state." Chen Ling had seen many seriously injured and dying people, but this was the first time he had encountered such a situation, and for a moment he didn't know where to start.

But no matter what, we must first leave the territory of the Bitter Flesh Forest safely.

The process of leaving the Bitter Flesh Forest seemed very long to everyone, even longer than the time they came here. They were always worried that Zhuozai would suddenly discover something and try to stop them, leading to the annihilation of the entire army.

Although Wen Ruoshui had already pre-set a save point before entering here, theoretically everyone didn't need to feel too much psychological pressure, but looking at the densely packed tall disasters on both sides, they still felt a little worried...

Of course, the disasters in the Bitter Flesh Forest are also worried. They are also afraid that this moody master will suddenly turn around and cause some trouble again.

When Chen Ling and others left safely, both sides breathed a sigh of relief.

This vast, dark and mysterious forest gradually closed, and the original rift completely disappeared. Just as Zhuo Zai was about to continue sleeping and recuperating, another path automatically opened up at the other end of the forest...

When that extremely familiar and terrifying aura appeared in the Bitter Flesh Forest, all the disasters here were stunned.

A black centipede wearing a skirt slowly moves through the bitter flesh and muddy forest;

Yes, a skirt.

The hideous, pitch-black centipede's body was covered in horrifying scars. Half of its head looked as if someone had gnawed it off, while the other half drooped as it moved forward like a rigid machine...

A white, centipede-like long skirt was being put on its body, and the blood-stained skirt swayed with the movement of the centipede's feet, making it look like an oversized Barbie doll.

On its back,

A figure, completely black, sat with his legs crossed. One hand rested on his chin, the other toyed with a small toad, his scarlet eyes leisurely scanning the surroundings...