Of course, Song Jian did not go to deal with Zi Tong, but instead wrestled Bai Meng for half an hour. After releasing her, she finished her work and made Bai Meng's delicate body soft, which was also a punishment for Bai Meng's mouth.

After bringing the things, Song Jian said goodbye to Zi Tong, Zi Shan and others. Zi Tong shrank into the room and did not come out. He just told Song Jian to take good care of himself.

Song Jian said goodbye to everyone, and walked towards the round tower in the dungeon. He clenched his fists. Perhaps, he could bring Ling Su back this time, and then return to the earth through this teleportation talisman formation. Maybe he could still catch up with the Mid-Autumn Festival.

I don’t know how Xu Si and the others are doing, but at least they won’t be too bad. I just hope that they don’t come to find me. It’s too painful when they travel through time, and their clothes will be torn apart, which is too inhumane.

Song Jian complained in his heart that he had already walked under the round tower.

Stan brought his hard hat again, and he applied to look at Song Jian solemnly, "Are you ready?"

"It's ready," Song Jian waved his hand and gave a military salute.

Stan nodded with a serious look on his face, "Come with me."

Soon, in the square in front of the round tower, in front of the sculpture of the God of Nature, Stan asked Song Jian to stand on a disk full of patterns.

Song Jian raised his head and looked at the sculpture of the natural goddess. When he saw the eyes of the natural goddess statue, his heart skipped a beat again. Why did the eyes of the natural goddess, the eyes of the damn statue look so much like the eyes of Ling Su when he said goodbye! Damn! The sculpture in Old Ron's place looks like this, and now it looks like this again. Song Jian originally thought that the last time was a coincidence, but now, when seeing the sculpture again, Song Jian felt that the feeling in his heart was like Ling Su.

"Hey!"

Song Jian called Stan, "Stan!"

Stan was fiddling on the ground for a break. When he heard Song Jian's voice, he looked up, frowned, and said, "What's wrong? Do you don't want to go anymore? Or are you scared?"

Song Jian shook his head and said, "Stan, what's going on with this sculpture?"

"Sculpture?" Stan looked at the goddess sculpture beside him.

Song Jian also looked at the sculpture. The damn sculpture's face was completely different from Ling Su. At least, it was not as beautiful as Ling Su. But why did Song Jian feel so similar every time he saw it?

Stan looked at Song Jian in confusion, "What's going on? This is the sculpture of our great god, the goddess of nature. Look at its eyes, how beautiful it is. In fact, every sculpture, every sculpture worshipped by our dwarves, has such beautiful eyes. Whenever we stare at those eyes, we will feel at ease and have the courage to face any suffering!"

Song Jian looked at Stan in confusion and looked at the sculpture again. He shook his head. There must be something wrong with this, but this problem is not something Song Jian can understand now.

Stan looked at Song Jian and said, "Do you still want to set off?"

"Of course," Song Jian nodded, "Let's go, I'm ready."

"Okay," Stan pulled out the Yangshi and the Demon Core from his storage ring. "You remember, if you come back, you will go to the place we went last time and hit the tree trunk violently there. Maybe I will hear it. Also, even if you can't get the thunder crystal, you still need to bring some Yangshi minerals back, because these are my only energy left."

Song Jian said impatiently: "I understand, you have said it many times."

"Song Jian! Song Jian! Benefactor!" In the distance, a hunched old man, dragging his white beard more than half a meter long, ran over. It was Old Ron. Old Ron rushed over, holding some sun stones in his hand.

"Song Jian, this is the entire property of all the people in our clan. If you take it, after leaving this giant wood forest, it will not work without Yangshi," Old Ron said as he ran. He had no storage ring and could only hold more than 30 mid-level Yangshi in his hands.

Song Jian had a filial piety on his nose, and he waved his hand and said, "Okay, old Ron, I look so handsome. After I go out, are you still afraid that there will be no women to take care of me? Keep the money for you to support me. When the dwarves and humans live in peace in the future, you can still buy a good coffin."

"You kid! Hold it!" Old Ron looked as if he was so angry.

Song Jian shook his head and said to Stan: "Okay, start teleporting."

Stan nodded and said, "I will try my best to teleport you out of the giant wood forest, but I don't know where to go. If you are teleporting you into the soil, remember to hold your breath and climb up."

"...Hey, hey, is there any situation? That's not burying alive..." Song Jian shouted.

However, Stan, wearing a safety helmet, had already been arranged. With a "buzzing", a light lit up. Then Song Jian felt dizzy and no longer knew where he was.
Chapter completed!