Chapter 1627 Gretel, Do You Want to Open a Dragon Island in Your Meditation World?

Oops!

Cerela saw it!

what to do?

Destroy corpses and eliminate traces? !

If he were conducting experiments, studying transfiguration, and using something else to turn into a silver dragon, then what Gretel would have to do would be to immediately destroy the corpse and eliminate all traces. But now, it was himself who turned into a silver dragon, himself...

Then the option of destroying corpses and removing traces does not exist. Not only does it not exist, but the option of shrinking on the spot and shrinking into a miniature silver dragon also does not exist.

That will only make things worse!

It would only make Serila rush forward, take him into her arms without any explanation, and rub, rub, rub, rub!

Then Gretel instantly changed from dragon form to human form with a "pop" sound. Then he quickly lowered his head, turned his back to Serira, fell to the ground, reached out and touched...

Thank God, he is still normal in human form, and all the parts are still there. Grete slowly shrank into a ball, slowly got up, turned back one by one, and looked at Cerela:

Serira stood behind him, a short distance away, stretching out a hand forward. When he turned around, she almost touched the tip of his nose. Then, he retreated an inch, then an inch, then an inch...

Her face looked extremely aggrieved.

Grete almost felt that if he stretched out his hand and rubbed it, water would drip from those blue eyes.

But there was no way, there was really no way that my integrity could be shattered to this extent and turned into a toy dragon for her to rub...

"Uh, Serira, I'm going to continue meditating," Grete took a step back awkwardly, then took another step back. His foot stepped on the silver coin and it slipped on the ground. He leaned back and sat down on the spot.

Huh, luckily he reacted quickly enough and added a Feather Falling Technique to himself. However, what is under this butt? The silver coin is not like the silver coin, and the gold bowl is not like the gold bowl. It has many triangles, it is a bit sharp, and it is very...

At this moment, it was obviously impossible to reach out and take out the thing under the butt in front of Serira. Gretel secretly threw out a few mage hands, cleaned a small area of ​​the floor, and allowed himself to sit a little more comfortably.

Then, he closed his eyes and quickly fell into meditation:

Hurry!

Hurry!

Start meditating now!

His advancement is not over yet, not even half of it. By the time his advancement is over, at least two or three days will have passed. By then, this issue will be over, and Serira will probably not continue. Thinking about it...

Fortunately, he has become extremely proficient at meditating. Close your eyes, adjust your breathing, and soon enter a quiet, selfless, calm and peaceful state.

And the mighty thunder continued to pour down, entering his meditation world. Under the guidance of his mental power, those powerful forces pounced on every chromosome record he had stored. Present, present, present, present...

The magicians of the plasticity department were the first to feel something was wrong. The long white mist fell bit by bit from top to bottom, spreading and soaking.

It doesn't look like a substantial mist, it doesn't contain water vapor, and it doesn't make people feel chest tight. However, it spread over the top of the cabinet, over the tabletop, over the experimental instruments, over their shoulders and hands, and gradually submerged their feet...

"This is……"

"What the hell is this..."

"Will it affect us..."

"Pay attention to the readings of the instruments! Pay attention to the readings! - Close everything you can! Watch out for an explosion!"

"Is that thing from last time coming again... I mean, do you feel hot in your body, or something like that..."

"Do you have a sobriety potion at hand? - Or would it be better to have a mechanized mind?"

"Ah, what is this..."

The magicians' eyes were quickly attracted. The fog is thick and thin, sparse in some places and condensed in others. And the shapes of those condensed places seem a bit familiar, as if they have been seen somewhere...

"These winding and winding things, little by little...are they chromosomes...double helix-shaped chromosomes..."

"Ah, these are the chromosome fragments...yes, this is the one I made!" A younger magician's eyes widened and he almost threw himself on the translucent strip:

"I still remember the characteristics! They are exactly the same!"

However, he did it many times in a row before he was sure that what he had made was accurate and the plan was perfect and did not need to be changed.

Mage Nordmark... probably only took a glance, right?

How could he remember it so accurately?

"What is this... a fly?" The other magician took a step back, waved, then took a step back, and waved again:

"Why are there flies here? Flies condensed into white mist...why are they here?"

His fingers passed in vain among the flies. The white mist fluctuated but did not disperse, as if it existed in two different worlds from him. The colleague next to him touched him:

"This is a fruit fly... Master Nordmark has done many experiments using this creature. Have you not read his papers?"

"Wait, what is this?!"

A huge, huge shadow made of white mist slowly descended downwards.

Because the body was so huge, when the bottom of the body sank under the floor, the back, or the top of the torso, was not exposed, and it was impossible to tell what kind it was.

There was only one magician standing in the corner of the laboratory, looking up at the group of angular muscles in front of him, and asked hesitantly:

"Maybe... a dragon?"

"So why dragons? - Why are there dragons in the meditation world of Master Nordmark?"

For high-level mages, magicians above level 15, the step-by-step process of advancement is the process of the meditation world becoming materialized step by step.

In this process, in their meditation world, there will be water flow, flames, mountains, and lightning.

These existences are transformed from virtual reality, elements bound by mental power, into the essence of this world. Then, they can better draw the power of this world.

But dragons?

A dragon.

Another dragon.

Another dragon...

"There are five... If I read correctly, there are five..." From top to bottom, there are magicians rubbing their eyes and counting in the plasticity system, protection system, conjuration system, and transformation system. number:

"And they are different types of dragons... Although they are all condensed with white mist, they all look different, and I can recognize them! There are huge differences between black dragons and white dragons, silver dragons and golden dragons!"

"So why...why are there so many dragons in Master Nordmark's meditation world?"

A magician with a talent for change even had the courage to poke a silver dragon in the belly. The silver dragon, which was only as big as a buffalo, immediately turned its head and sprayed a mouthful of white mist at him:

"...Does he want to build a dragon island in the meditation world?"

The bad news is that the cat's heart rate has not dropped, and the fever has not gone away...37.4, which is a little higher.

The good news is that the fever is not higher yet and I am sweating a little. I did another antigen test that night, and it was still a bad result.

Just... I hope it's not Er Yang, I just caught a cold without covering myself with a quilt last night... I'm shivering and say goodbye, bless you.

Especially, please protect the cat’s father from being infected! The cat’s father is still fine now. I hope the cat’s father will always be fine!