"This... Can you not say this... The Meteorite Grass you want, Master, is right there." Xiaoyue's eyes dodged from side to side, not daring to meet Feng Jing's bright eyes that seemed to see through everything, and pointed at the Meteorite Grass at will. , trying to draw Feng Jing's attention.
The unscrupulous owner's eyes made him feel guilty, as if he had done something wrong to her.
But in fact, he didn't do anything, just didn't tell her...
Feng Jing seemed to see Xiaoyue's thoughts, but she didn't reveal it, and walked towards the Meteorite Grass.
Everyone has their own secrets that they don't want to tell, and she doesn't force it.
Meteorite grass is a plant very similar to grass, but it bears something similar to fruit, but it exudes a strange colorful light.
I was attracted by the Holy Beast Pill before, and almost forgot about the business.
She originally thought that there was only one meteorite grass, but she didn't expect that there was a whole lot here!
Taking out the tools prepared before, Feng Jing wanted to pull out one of them, but for some reason, the original Meteorite Grass seemed to be alive and screamed!
"Oh, don't pull, don't pull, it hurts to death!!!"
Feng Jing was taken aback and stepped back suddenly, but almost tripped over the stone behind, but fortunately stabilized her figure in time.
This piece of grass can actually talk! ! !
What the hell is this! ?
Looking at Xiaoyue, Xiaoyue looked blank. He didn't know what was going on. He had settled here for so long, and he had never seen the grass beside him speak.
"You, what the hell are you?"
"People are not things, they are called Huanhuan, the little master is really stupid."
I don't even remember it! ? After the owner became small, he actually became stupid! ? It must be so! ! !
Feng Jing only felt that a mouthful of old blood was stuck in her throat and couldn't come out, she was stupid! ? Also called people called Fantasia! ?
This meteorite grass must have been cultivated to perfection!
Doesn't it feel mushy? ? That's right, what kind of meat does a broken grass have, and it won't feel numb...
She just wants to be quiet...
The talking sloppy stepped forward and said, "Okay, people admit that they are really not called Huanhuan, this is not because the little master is so serious and wants to make a little joke, who knows that you actually I really don't remember people, their real name is Huan'er."
The saliva that Huan'er said there was flying, and she looked up, only to find that her little master didn't pay attention to it at all.
Hey, the little master doesn't love him anymore, what should he do to regain his favor! ?
Obviously, this opportunity will come soon.
Feng Jing ignored the talking meteorite grass and found another one. The moment the meteorite grass was shoveled out of the ground, the original colorful light disappeared, and the branches and leaves began to wither.
How is this going.
Huan'er jumped in front of the meteorite grass that was pulled out, blocking Feng Jing's sight, "Little master, of course you can't do this."
Does this grass know?
So, why is this?
Looking at the curious eyes of the little master looking at him, Huan'er instantly burst into confidence, but deliberately sold off, "Of course I know~"
Little master, beg me, beg me, I'll tell you!
Feng Jing rolled her eyes, but still said, "What the hell is going on?"
This grass is really narcissistic! ! !
But now the business is important, and talking to this broken grass will not die.
If she died this time, she would only be her little waste in her next life...