The daily life of farming and opening up wasteland in the elf world

Packing these medicines with rope, Fan Xing looked at the medicine bag in front of him, feeling satisfied.

He stretched out his finger and shook the beautifully made balance placed on the table. This balance is his collection and he is reluctant to use it. It is placed in the pharmacy as a decoration. If it is not for boiling Chinese medicine, he would not take it today. come out.

The little magneton on the table slowly opened his eyes, and then looked at the surrounding environment in confusion. When he saw Fan Xing's figure, his body stiffened for a moment, then he floated up and smiled at Fan Xing embarrassingly. .

Fan Xing held the floating Magneto in his hands, then shook it, expressing that he didn't care. A few question marks floated from the head of the dizzy little Magneto.

Dongdongshu, who came to pick up Magneto, looked at the Magneto in Fan Xing's hand, a little confused.

Recently, the electric elves at home are all trained by Dongdongshu. Although Dongdongshu is not the strongest among them, it is definitely the most serious in training. Basically, it will be tired after training every day.

Fan Xing looked at the Dongdongshu at the door and said hello to him, then threw the little magnetite towards Dongdongshu.

Dongdongshu released a circle of electric current helplessly, and then rushed towards the little magnetite. The slightly dizzy little magneton, which was circling in the air, stopped on the head of Dongdongshu.

"Hey, you did a good job, Dongdongshu, you will be able to fully control the electromagnetic levitation skill soon."

Seeing Dongdongshu's movements, Fan Xing's eyes were bent, and then he smiled and praised Dongdongshu.

"咚～(??w??)" (I haven't fully mastered it yet, so I decided to practice more today, and I will be able to retract and release it freely today.)

Fan Xing's super power sensed the meaning of the rat's cry, a drop of cold sweat floated out of his forehead, and then he smiled embarrassingly.

"It's not, it's not, just practice according to the normal amount today. After all, there is an idiom to say it? It's too late, right?"

"Boom" (Well, well, I see.)

"Boom" (By the way, Fan Xing, the messenger bird at home seems to be packing his luggage with A'Du, he said that he is going to run away from home.)

Hearing the meaning of Dongdongshu's cry, Fan Xing was at a loss, and confirmed it to Dongdongshu, and confirmed that it was the messenger bird who was going to run away from home, which made Fan Xing's eyes twitch.

He put the packaged medicine bag in the box, put the balance in the store, gave instructions to the rat, and then planned to go back to the hut first to see what kind of moth the messenger bird got him.

Dongdongshu uses electric current to control the magneto to gather together with other magnetites, then finds the demon fire red fox in the farm, tells Fan Xing to let the demon fire red fox watch the store, and then goes on to train.

Back in the hut, Fan Xing looked at the messenger bird in the living room who was desperately stuffing food into its tail. As he walked forward, he rolled up his sleeves and prepared to beat him up.

Seeing Fan Xing's figure, the messenger bird screamed in fright, and then ran around the house.

He ran directly behind Du who was bending over to fold his clothes, then grabbed his cloak and climbed onto Du's head.

Du was unable to stand still under the sudden weight, and fell directly to the ground.

Seeing this scene, Fan Xing gritted his teeth resentfully, stepped forward and grabbed the Messenger Bird by the back of his neck, lifted him in his hands, and quickly helped Du up.

The messenger bird was held in Fan Xing's hand with a resigned expression on his face. He no longer knew what would greet him next.

"You guy, really, you don't like running a few times a day."

Fan Xing's tone was somewhat dissatisfied. He looked at the messenger bird in his hand and put him on the sofa, sat opposite him, and then began to criticize the messenger bird.

"Xin???" (flying so far every day, very tired)

"Back then, Gugu flew like this every day, and didn't tell me that he was tired?_?"

"Faith" (I don't care, I don't care, I will follow along.)

Fan Xing felt a little helpless looking at the Messenger Bird rolling on the sofa. This guy must have forgotten that his superpowers are at the level of a king.

Although the talent he mentioned is energy manipulation, his intuition is still very accurate. What this guy thinks in his heart is completely different from what he said. On the contrary, the messenger bird is still worried about something.

Fan Xing sighed, and didn't intend to stop him. He came to the pharmacy and specially prepared a super large-capacity space backpack.

This backpack was worn by Fan Xing himself before. Not only is it small in size, it has a large capacity, and it will be very stable when fixed on the body.

Fan Xing stuffed all the energy cubes prepared for the messenger bird into his backpack, and then sorted out some potions that the messenger bird can use.

After thinking for a while, he opened the secret compartment in the pharmacy and brought out a box.

Open the box to reveal five tubes of emerald green medicine. This is the resurrection medicine. As long as the elf is not dead, it will recover immediately after drinking it. It is made of resurrection grass and various precious medicinal materials.

Fan Xing and his family only left these five bottles, but there is resurrection grass at home, so these bottles are relatively useless.Fan Xing took out a bottle, and put it in a special small box, which can well fix the medicine inside and will not be damaged by collision.

He added some ice-type gemstones and various materials into the backpack. Fan Xing stopped stuffing things until the backpack was too heavy to carry.

Returning to the living room and looking at Messenger Bird and Du sitting on the sofa, Fan Xing hummed, tied his backpack to Messenger Bird, and handed Du the medicine bag he had prepared for Messenger Bird.

After explaining to Du how to boil it, he walked out of the hut.

Du and Messenger Bird looked at Fan Xing's figure, but did not speak.

"I said, isn't it a little too much for us to do this? The mission I'm going to perform next is very dangerous. Are you sure you want to follow? It's good to live with Mr. Fan Xing."

The living room was quiet again, and Du spoke to the messenger bird. The messenger bird didn't speak, but looked at the backpack that Fan Xing was hanging on his body in a daze. This backpack was very heavy and he couldn't fly with it. , but I don't know why the weight of the backpack weighed on him, making his eyes hurt a little.