Vegetable Skeleton's Exotic Land Reclamation

No, it grew out of the original plant. Ange woke up after sleeping for half a year, and found that the elf beans did not grow many buds, but the growth habit was clearly recorded, so he began to accelerate his life, and forced the elf beans Accelerate to the first fertile period.

Now he has 500 spirit beans in his hand, but after these beans produced, the main spirit bean plant also withered, although not completely dead, but also dying. Before he figured out the reason, he couldn't continue to accelerate to the second stage. Two fertile periods.

Huh? After so much effort, you got 500 spirit beans? Are you still feeding the cats? Negris suddenly felt heartbroken.

cat? Ange tilted his head, the little angel tilted his head, the little zombie tilted his head, and the little sapling tilted his head too.

Otherwise? Isn't this a cat? And it's still a greedy cat. Even if it's an evil god, it's still an evil god's greedy cat. Negris pointed at the little furry paw angrily.

The little paws touched for a while, but they didn't find anything, so they were a little anxious, turned their palms up, and kept flexing and stretching their short palms and toes.

It's not allowed to feed the cats. It's too wasteful. Let's keep it as a seed. Even if you only grow 500 beans, if the number increases, maybe you can find a way to increase the yield? Negris said.

Ange tilted his head, and said doubtfully, The elf said that beans cannot be planted, but seeds can.

Negris snorted: Don't listen to their nonsense, the beans they sell are all boiled, of course they can't be planted, the seeds are uncooked beans, otherwise how did the seeds come from? It's not from the elf beans. It's not your No. 3 magic rice, which needs the blessing of a small sapling to grow.

Oh. Ange understood, turned his head to look at the little paw of the evil god, and pointed out: Look.

I saw two small things spread out on the little paws of the evil god, one was a seed-like object, and the other was like a bean.

It turned out that when it was talking to Ange, its little paws couldn't catch the beans, so it retracted and stretched out again, and there were two more such things in its hands.

Uh, what does this mean? Change? Hey, can you hear me? Do you mean to change? Negris was stunned, always asking the little paw, but the paw didn't respond .

Ange took what was on the little paw, and put another elf bean on it. The little paw squeezed, then retracted with a whoosh.

Negris took it over and saw that one of them was indeed a seed, and the other looked like a bean, and even had a bean-like aroma.

Negris felt cheated. The other party took an unknown bean and an ordinary bean in exchange for an elf bean?

How did you find this guy? Negris asked.

Ange pointed to the hand of the sculpture. This is a very ugly sculpture. The workmanship is not exquisite at all, and the shape is also very abstract. It can barely be seen that it is a person with his mouth open, palms of both hands facing upwards, in front of his mouth.

An Ge took an elf bean and put it on the hand held by the sculpture. With a swish, the furry claw immediately stretched out, pressed on the elf bean, and hooked it away.

Stretch out again, palm spread out, but there is no trace of Elf Bean on the paw.

Negris tentatively picked up a small stone and put it on his paw.

The little paw squeezed, and immediately threw it back in disgust, hitting Negris on the face.

Yo, you still dislike it? Negris exchanged a gold coin, disliked it, and exchanged another magic crystal, still disliked it, and finally pulled a scale on his body, but was still disliked.

The little angel moved his body, pushed Negris aside, and plucked a feather on his wing with his backhand.

The little paw immediately held it backhanded, and hooked it away with a whoosh.

The little angel looked up at Negris with his little head up, with a proud expression on his face.

Negris was very angry on the spot. He wanted to try to pull the scales, and it didn't matter if he didn't want to, but what does it mean to treat them differently? My own dragon scales are no match for angel feathers, right?

Come out, come out and explain clearly to me. Negris patted his paw on the sculpture's hand rest, whoosh, the small paw stretched out like lightning, and held down its paw.

Terrified, Negris quickly withdrew his paws, lest he would be hooked in. At the same time, he was a little relieved that at least his paws could still be spotted.

The fluffy little paws scratched a few times, but they didn't touch anything, so they retracted, and when they stretched out again, there were two more beans in their hands.

Just give me two beans for an angel feather? You profiteer, do you know how expensive an angel feather is?! Negris scolded.

Just after I finished speaking, I thought of a good way to make money: Hey, yes, pull out all your feathers and sell them, and let Ange heal you, unlimited output, ouch, don't slap your face, don't peel off your scales... ...

Although the little angel didn't understand what Negris meant, but he understood the meaning of all the feathers were plucked, and with a cry, he rushed over with the little zombie, pressed down on Negris and beat him up.

The disheveled one was beaten up, and when he looked back, the three little ones gathered around the sculpture again, teasing the cat with elf beans.

Just play for a while, don't waste the spirit beans, and, what to do with these things? Negris sighed helplessly, and asked with his little paw holding a seed and three beans exchanged by the evil god.

Hey, new beans? I haven't seen them before, are they delicious? Luther's voice came from behind, and a hand reached out to pick up a bean in Negris' hand.

Before he could stop it, Luther threw the beans into his mouth, chewed them twice, and immediately turned bitter: It's so bitter.

It's a pity that it was chewed into pieces, and I couldn't spit it out, so I could only swallow it, and complained: Master Naige, when did you pick up broken beans, why are they so unpalatable.

Negris didn't even know what to say, so he asked cautiously, Apart from being unpalatable, do you have any other feelings?

Other feelings? It's bitter, it's so bitter. Luther said with a bitter face.

What else? Negris asked.

Luther shook his head: No more.

Come on, wipe your nose, you have a nosebleed. Negris pointed to his nose, and saw a stream of nosebleed slowly dripping from Luthor's right nostril.

Luther wiped it and saw that it was really blood, so he said indifferently: It's really a nosebleed, maybe I ate too well and got angry.

I don't think you are angry, you are hypocritical. Negris complained.

Unexpectedly, a casual remark made Luther shy and scratched his head: I can't help it, the Sandman girl is too enthusiastic.

Lightning in the distance was leisurely chewing beetroots, but suddenly his ears pricked up, and he tiptoed over with a beet head in his mouth.

Negris took a moment to react: Cabada, Luther, are you in love?

A horse's head popped up: Oh, so you're in love, no wonder you've been missing lately, we're fighting to the death, and you're falling in love behind? Are you worthy of us?

No, no, absolutely not, don't talk nonsense, it's just that you don't call me, I'm ready to serve you at any time, but you go out by yourself every day, and don't call me, hey, it's hot, I'll take a bath first Luthor changed the subject and ran into the distant river with a whoosh.

Not only was it hot, but it was scorching hot. After swimming for more than half an hour, Luthor felt that the temperature couldn't drop. Now he realized that there was something wrong with him, and ran to Ange with strength: My lord, something is wrong. My heart is beating a little faster.

Ange smashed two face cleansing spells on Luther's body, but there was no response, but the nosebleed flowed out again. Ange wanted to smash one on Luther's face to stop the nosebleed, but was stopped by Negris.

Nosebleeds may be due to high intracranial pressure. Don't stop the bleeding, and see what's going on. Your skin is a little hot and your heartbeat is fast. You shouldn't be poisoned, right? Do you feel something is wrong mentally? Naig Reese asked.

I feel very excited. Luthor said, Poisoned? I didn't eat anything strange today, except for the bean just now. Mr. Naig, what kind of bean is that?

Negris spread his hands: I don't know what beans, the evil god gave them to us.

Ah, my lord, you want to kill me, and you can eat anything from the evil god. Luthor complained.

Did I feed you? You stole it, you stole it, you stole it!!!! Negris roared angrily, if there was any saliva, Luthor would definitely be able to wash his face with water up.

The whole body was hot, but it was not life-threatening, so Negris refused to allow Ang to treat him, and only gave him a plate of ice cubes.

Luther plunged in, the temperature dropped a little, and he couldn't control his fighting spirit, and punched a set of bastard punches indiscriminately, his body was steaming.

After repeating it several times, he yelled that he was hungry, and Ange threw him two Elf Beans.

After one elf bean went down, Luther immediately felt full of strength all over his body, and he punched a set of bastard punches indiscriminately. After repeating this several times, he ate the second elf bean.

For a normal person, one Elf Bean can meet one day's needs. Even if Luthor is a Juggernaut, it is impossible to consume the energy of one Elf Bean for more than half an hour. Obviously, he is in a state of high-intensity consumption .

Hastily asked someone to fry a plate of world tree shoots, and poured another cup of holy essence to drink as water.

After eating and drinking these high-energy things, Luther tossed and tossed like chicken blood until evening. Finally, he sacrificed his Qi sword empty-handed, and fell to the ground: I have broken through to a high level.

Looking at Luthor, who was lying on the ground, sleeping peacefully and drooling, and asked Ange to check, after there was no irreversible damage, Negris looked at the one seed and two beans with completely different eyes.

As expected of the product of the evil god, this effect is too powerful, it can make a junior sword master advance to a high-level sword master in place?

It is a hurdle to go from a junior sword master to a high-level sword master, but some people can't pass it in their entire lives.

However, Luther may not have such a hurdle. He was able to break through the high level when he was eating beets. It is probably because of this that he broke through so smoothly.

Of course, the elf beans, World Tree buds and essence also helped a lot, otherwise the consumption of the breakthrough would be too great, and maybe halfway through the breakthrough, he would die of energy failure.

But no matter what, this kind of bean is too powerful to allow a novice sword master to upgrade in place. Bean, it's a huge profit.

Huh? It seems that there are two upgrade beans, which are exchanged with an angel feather. Wow, how many upgrade beans can the little angel's wings exchange for?

Looking over inadvertently, the little angel seemed to be able to sense something, her little face immediately wrinkled, and she looked over fiercely.

Negris smiled awkwardly, dispelling those unreliable thoughts.

Ange, try to change as many of these upgrade beans as possible. I don't know what kind of seeds this is. You can try to plant them. It's probably a good thing. Negris leaned close to Ange and said.

Oh. Ange picked up the seed, stretched out his hand and stuffed it into the farm of the Palace of Rest, found a place to plant it, and planted an upgraded bean.

Ah, that's right. If the upgrade beans are beans, they can also be seeds. Plant them. If you can plant them, you don't have to trade them with the evil god. Negris said.

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The evil god seems to be attached to Ange. Every afternoon, he pokes out his claws from the sculpture to touch, but he can't touch anything. The whole little claw droops weakly, and he is unwilling to take it back for a long time.

Sometimes, Ange happened to be next to the sculpture, so he would give it an elf bean, and the little paws would harden in excitement, and then stretched out immediately after retracting, the little paws were spread wide.

Basically, for five spirit beans, it will return one upgrade bean. Even if you don’t get five spirit beans the day before, if you ask for them again the next day, it will be counted according to yesterday’s total. It’s fair and just. It's no wonder that Sanxiao can only play with it, this concept is too equivalent.

As for the unknown seed, the evil god never gave it again, and the beans were given one by one. This made Negris feel that the seed was not given by the evil god at all, but when he picked out the beans. I brought it here.

The sound of flapping wings came from the sky in the distance, and the short, fat and fat Yalong landed far away. A figure flew up from above and flew towards Ange. Halfway through the flight, it landed early and walked over. .

As soon as he saw Fat Yalong, Lightning immediately became excited. He leaned over and said hello: Oh, isn't this Fat Dragon? Long time no see. How are you doing? Are you still being ridden?

When Fat Yalong heard the sound, he closed his eyes without turning his eyes, and hugged his head with his arms, so that he could not see or hear.

Lightning was blinded immediately, and if he didn't listen or look, then his poisonous tongue attack and mocking face wouldn't be effective, so he couldn't go over and pry his eyes away.

After a few words of sarcasm, Fat Yalong didn't respond, Lightning could only turn around and leave in frustration, oh my god, this dead fat man has found a way to restrain it, this is not fun anymore.

Shamara walked towards Ang, and saluted from a distance: Hello, Mr. Ang, hello, Mr. Naig.

Ange nodded, but Negris asked curiously: What's the matter with that dragon? Was it tamed by you? How did you tame it?

Just give it a good beating. It's my pet now, Mr. Ange. My little pet is itchy all over, and its scales are falling off. It says that every ten days, people from the Silver Knights will feed it a medicine. Can relieve this symptom, I can probably guess what it is, but I don't want to go to church, my inner voice tells me that you can cure this disease.

Negris looked at the fat Yalong in surprise: No way, the Church of Light used the trace of corrosion on Yalong?

Oh. Hearing the trace of corrosion, Ange knew how to treat it. He ran over and flew around the fat dragon dozens of times, and kept using more than a thousand cleansing skills, and then he Fat Wulong was cured.

It sounds simple, but this kind of second-level magic power and fourth-level effect of cleansing the face, only Ange can put more than a thousand notes without panting.

This is a kind of silent deterrence. After playing a thousand facial cleansing spells and flying back as if nothing had happened, Shamara's tone was a bit respectful: The voice in my heart also told me that the thing that robbed me of divine power , and now fell on a windy plane.

A windy plane? An elemental plane of wind? Negris asked.

No, the wind there is only at night, said Shamala.

Pfft... I know where it is.

PS: I'm drifting away, thinking that there will be another three chapters,

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