Quick Transmigration: Cannon Fodder Comes to Counterattack - Chapter 2752

  Chapter 2752 Pollution

  The power of this race this time is still relatively soft, and there is no such thing as fainting directly in the giant wind clan.

  Meng Li even started to fall asleep without getting into the sedan chair because he was used to the pain. Instead, he told Shi Fanling a story and fell asleep halfway through it.

In the days after   , under the arrangement of Po Luo, Meng Li went to various races to accept strength, and her knowledge was also increased.

  After all, I have been to so many races and saw so many races. Almost all races are very good at talking. As long as the mother said something, they would all agree.

  I am very happy to contribute to this matter.

  And most of them will praise Meng Li, saying that Meng Li is very good and so on, saying that no matter what happens or not, they will be grateful to Meng Li, making Meng Li feel that all the people of the vast race have a good mentality.

  With their character, it is difficult to have disputes.

  It’s just that their strengths are different. Some strengths are violent, more violent than the Giant Wind Race, some are mild, and some are medium. Meng Li suffers from varying degrees of pain time and time again.

Not every time she can hold back her screams, sometimes it’s too painful. Only screams can make herself less painful. The more you endure, the more unbearable it is. It’s just that every time she screams too harshly, Shi Fan Makes her frown slightly at this time.

As time passed day by day, she probably accepted the power of dozens of races. She really didn’t have the energy to count or remember how much it was. When Po Luo took these things to her heart, when it was enough for a hundred races, she Will inform myself.

  Her soul can’t bear it more and more. Too many mixed powers are in her soul, which cannot be used or integrated. The only effect seems to only make her painful.

  Sometimes accepting the power of a race can make her fall asleep for a long time. Po Luo is also very helpless about this, and never urged her again.

She was able to tell stories to Shi Fanling at first, telling a lot of stories about her previous tasks, and sometimes she played a song to Shi Fanling when she didn’t want to tell them. Now it’s difficult for her to tell stories, and she has no energy. Do something else.

  Tossing over and over in pain every day, and she didn’t have the strength to talk to Shi Fanling, Shi Fanling just looked at her quietly.

  During this period, Shi Fanling also made a lot of gadgets to give to Meng Li, every time Meng Li laughed, sometimes it was some small toys, Meng Li still played with interest for a while.

  But it was only for a while, her soul was too painful, too uncomfortable, she really didn’t have any more energy.

  Shi Fanling would also give Meng Li something to eat and use some things to alleviate her suffering, but it could only relieve a little bit. Every time it was relieved, Meng Li could chat with Shi Fanling for a while.

  In fact, the pain of the soul has not the greatest impact on her. The biggest is the Sea of ​​Consciousness. I don’t know why, these forces always affect her Sea of ​​Consciousness, and the Sea of ​​Consciousness has to suffer more pain…

   always felt that those forces wanted to erode her sea of ​​consciousness, and it seemed that some power had already eroded in without her paying attention.

  She usually uses her own power to resist the erosion of these forces, but she is still unpredictable. The sea of ​​consciousness is polluted, which makes Meng Li always painful and unbearable, and sometimes she can’t concentrate on thinking about something.

  It is difficult to alleviate the pain in the sea of ​​consciousness. Shi Fanling gave a few things to Meng Li to absorb and relieve them, but it was only a drop in the bucket.

  As she gradually accepted some racial powers one after another, ordinary things could no longer ease her pain.

  Meng Li slept for a long time after accepting the power of a race. It took a long time to wake up. After sleeping for so long, she was in a better condition. She got out of the sedan chair and looked at the witches outside.

Shi Fanling glanced at her, and Po Luo said with some joy, “You are awake.”

  This seems to be the first time that Meng Li heard a hint of happiness in Po Luo’s tone. Meng Li asked, “Po Luo is in a good mood. Why, is the power of one hundred races finished?”

   “No, it’s still more than twenty.” The joy in Po Luo’s voice is gone, and the reply to Meng Li is back to the usual dullness and a little bit of coldness.

  Meng Li couldn’t be happy when Po Luo said that. She was surprised and said, “There are more than twenty?”

  She almost wanted to cry. She was tortured in this way. She had survived too many inhuman tortures, and she did not expect there to be more than twenty.

Moreover, these twenty-odd concepts are completely different from the twenty-odd concepts at the beginning. When they first accepted the power of more than twenty races, they could barely chat with Shi Fanling, drink tea and tell stories, and now they have become With this look, the remaining twenty or so are a huge burden for her.

  Meng Li didn’t know if she could make it to the end, she thought, she couldn’t help holding her head with her hands, and her consciousness hurt.

  Her face was slightly distorted, she took a deep breath, beat her head, and Po Luo said, “Meng Li, hold on again.”

   “I know.” Meng Li responded weakly.

   “I saw you wake up just now, you sleep longer than once, and your state is getting worse and worse. I think your soul is reaching its limit.” Po Luo said.

After sleeping for a long time, the state of the Sea of ​​Consciousness was too bad, which prevented Meng Li from being awake. She also understood that this cannot be blamed on Meng Li’s snooze. She did not fall asleep naturally every time, but the Sea of ​​Consciousness insisted. She kept on protecting herself and made her fall asleep, and the instinctive power of the soul could maintain Meng Li’s consciousness.

  Poluo is now full of brains, and it is difficult to accomplish. I deeply suspect that Meng Li will not be able to make it to the end. It takes too much time on this journey, and most of the time is waiting for Meng Li to wake up.

  How can the soul be so weak! Po Luo couldn’t help squeezing a fist.

  She is afraid that one day Meng Li will not be able to wake up. Meng Li’s current state is that there is a risk of consciousness destruction at any time.

   “Don’t listen to her, how could it be to the limit.” Shi Fanling came over, and he was taken aback for a moment when he saw Meng Li’s words.

  Meng Li’s mind is full of Po Luo saying that her soul is approaching its limit.

  Almost to the limit?

   “Poluo, you must be joking. I have survived more than seventy, and the remaining twenty are more than a trifle.” Meng Li pretended to be calm.

  The long march of thousands of miles hasn’t left the door, how can she fall down? How can she fall down before the real sword-making begins?

  If he didn’t make it to the moment of sword casting, it would be too ridiculous. Meng Li didn’t want to be laughed at. He really died like this. When the time comes, the entire vast race will shake their heads and sigh, and they will say that their souls are too weak.

  She writhed in her heart, always wanting to fight for the soul body. Although she can’t be too strong, she shouldn’t be so weak that everyone feels extremely disappointed when she fails to make the sword.

  (End of this chapter)