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Chapter 53: Level <> Skills

"How evolved has your sister been?" Jiang Mo asked.

Wei Jing paused over there, "She used to be the best main system, a high-level evolutionary of the alliance, and before she died, she was able to raise the entire civilization.

Jiang Mo was puzzled, "That is, you guys said that alliance so powerfully, and the one with the best result happened to be self-sufficient?" What does the Union live on? Wei

Jing: "..."

Wei Jing: "This is related to the uncontrollability of the main system. The Alliance has a large amount of synthetic food and does not rely entirely on the main system to survive.

Jiang Mo was silent for a while, and then asked Wei Jing some questions about the evolutionary.

Wei Jing didn't know much, and his statement was that there was no clear classification of evolutionaries within the alliance, and there was no deliberate promotion of such knowledge.

All his common knowledge about evolutionaries was taught to him by his sister.

Unlike normal life evolution, in a world covered by pollution, the high has absolute control over the low.

As for how to become a high-level evolutionary, Wei Jing only knew that her sister achieved it through skill upgrades.

"By the way, your sister's picture, is there?" Jiang Mo suddenly asked.

"What are you doing?" Wei Jing immediately returned vigilantly.

Jiang pondered for a while, "Forget it."

Hanging up the phone, Jiang Mo pondered for a while and opened the system interface.

He first checks his skill bar.

The three skills, Dryad, Fusion, and Fury, are normal and show no signs of upgrading or declining.

He slowed down and walked over to the windowsill.

Xu Yan kept a pot of green plants on the windowsill.

When using the Rage skill on green plants, it can be used normally. However, when using the Dryad and Fusion Skills, he found that the skills became sluggish and his mental power was depleted very quickly.

It's as if you're blocked by something, and you have to break through that barrier before you can use your skill again.

In less than a second, he seemed to have been drained and crouched down on the windowsill.

Skills are indeed passive.

But strangely, he did not feel panic, but faintly felt that something was brewing in his body.

That eye had no malice towards him, and Jiang Mo didn't understand why he thought so.

Maybe it's an instinctive intuition, or perhaps, subconsciously, Jiang Mo treats it as his own kind.

Jiang Mo began to retreat.

He explained the matter to Old Lady Zhou and Xu Yan, and then locked himself upstairs in the room.

There were several pots of plants in the room for him to practice his skills.

There are peppers, petunias, hydrangeas planted by Mrs. Zhou, and some small mutant plants such as mutated ghost needle grass and mutated bellflower.

Every day, Old Lady Zhou delivered the three meals of the day to the door of the room, and Jiang Mo was like an animal in hibernation, sleeping most of the time except for eating.

Occasionally feeling that he had regained his strength, he used his skills against the plants.

After consuming mental power, continue to fall into a deep sleep.

The first two days are normal three meals a day.

It quickly turned into five meals a day.

Then, before noon, Jiang Mo called and shouted that he was hungry.

The person who delivered the meal changed from Old Lady Zhou to Xu Yan.

He opened the door and saw Jiang Mo's thin jaw, and frowned distressedly. But still pass over the basket of prepared buns.

"I'll help you drag into the room?" Xu Yan's eyes were bloodshot.

A basket of buns is fifty pounds, and Jiang Mo's current physical state is afraid that he can't drag it at all.

Jiang Mo was dumbfounded, completely ignoring Xu Yan's words. His eyes were full of food, and after dragging the buns into the room, he closed the door heavily and shut Xu Yan outside.

After a full meal, he fell back into a deep sleep.

This time he slept for two full days.

When he woke up again, Jiang Mo finally felt that he was going to wake up.

Something in the chest is about to break the ground, and a force that cannot be vented is rampaging through the body.

He blends into the pepper seedlings.

This time of integration, he seemed to sink into a pool, in the dark silence at the bottom of the pool, every feature of pepper seedlings, every emotion turned into tiny bubbles.

Large and small bubbles surround him, swirling and floating.

His mind extended instantly, millions of emotions wrapped around him, he selected one of the bubbles in a daze, crushed it, and the power in his body gushed out.

The bubbles turned into a vortex and swept him away.

The mood in the pepper seedling changed, became sharp and crazy, and it wanted to eject all the spiciness, and transmit this flame of destruction to everyone.

And Jiang Mo, who was the culprit for the mood change, inexplicably felt excited, and he gently swung his tail like a swimming fish and jumped into another plant.

Trigger the vortex.

Caper.

Until the restless power in his body was calmed.

"Jiang Mo, Jiang Mo!"

I don't know how long it took, and a sharp knock on the door woke him up from his state of confusion.

Jiang Mo got up, only to find that his room had completely changed.

The size of the pepper seedlings is nearly twice as large as usual, and the fiery red peppers are plump and seem to be about to burst in the next second.

The hydrangea grew into a huge tree, its roots deeply rooted into the floor, tangled, and the dark green fan-sized leaves protruded into a cluster of huge blue-purple flowers.

Intricate flower balls filled his bedroom.

His feet were covered with thick purple petals, his chair was covered with thick purple petals, and as soon as he looked up, he bumped into a huge blue-purple soft flower ball, and even the sunlight coming in from the branches and leaves was plated with a layer of golden purple.

"Jiang Mo!" Xu Yan was so anxious that he almost slammed the door.

Jiang silently replied, lifting his foot over the tangled rhizome of the hydrangeas.

Suddenly, his foot was tripped by a vine, which seemed to have a spiritual nature, wrapped around his ankle, and a small trembling orange flower bloomed at the tip of his nose.

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