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

Lying on the soft bed, Fan Xing rarely relaxed his body.

Tired all day today, it's hard for him not to relax, and now his body is sore.

Moreover, he has wasted a lot of superpowers in the past few days, and he hasn't recovered today, so when collecting vegetables, Fan Xing relied on his own personal physical strength, which made him very tired.

This also made Fan Xing silently complain that the distribution of abilities of superpowers in the elf world is not scientific at all. Isn't it said that the mental strength is as strong as the body?The question is why is his body still so weak?Without the blessing of superpowers, it is even worse than ordinary people.

The demon flaming red fox sat on the edge of the bed, and then massaged Fan Xing who was lying on his stomach. Fan Xing gave instructions aloud while feeling the soft touch from the demon flaming red fox's paws. It felt like the cat in his previous life. The feeling of the cat stepping on his body with its paws made him very satisfied.

The fiery red fox who just massaged Fan Xing soon became impatient, and slowly became more and more fooled. After pressing for a few minutes, he felt that it was almost the same, then stopped, lay on the bed and was ready to sleep .

Fan Xing exposed his head, and then looked at Yaohuohonghu with resentment on his face. This guy never thought that he would press him for more than half an hour without stopping. Now let him press it for himself. Would not even be happy.

Fan Xing huddled himself into a ball by the pillow and was sleeping Meng Mengxi, as if feeling Fan Xing's resentment, opened his eyes and saw Fan Xing's expression.

He rolled his eyes, moved his position, and turned his back to Fan Xing, so as not to be disturbed by Fan Xing again.

Fan Xing stretched out a hand and pinched Meng Mengxi's nose with ill intentions. Before waiting for a few minutes, Meng Mengec was woken up. He looked at Fan Xing angrily, and sprayed on Fan Xing directly. Colored mist.

Fan Xing was wrapped in the mist, and coughed unnaturally. When the mist cleared, Yaohuohonghu and Mengmengxi couldn't help laughing when they saw Fan Xing's current image.

Fan Xing pulled his hair and took out a handful of colored powder from his head. He didn't need to think about how strange his image is now.

Dongdongshu, who was already asleep by the fireplace, was awakened by the laughter of the demon fire red fox and Mengmengxie. He opened his sleepy eyes and looked towards the bed, which startled him.

Dongdongshu's small body, which had just stood upright, fell back on the soft pillow, and then Dongdongshu let out a cry full of panic.

Fan Xing got off the bed, feeling that his anger was going to explode, so he straightened the mouse, and glared at Mengmengxie again.

Dongdongshu, who was helped up by Fan Xing, noticed that the big colorful guy in front of him was Fanxing. He smiled embarrassedly at Fan Xing, and then covered himself with a quilt.

Fan Xing saw his quilt bulging and bulging, and knew that he must be laughing inside.

Fan Xing could only speed up his pace and rush towards the bathroom. When he came to the bathroom, he quickly turned on the shower and began to clean up. He looked at his image in the mirror, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he became.

Originally, his black hair now exudes colored light, and there are also colored light spots on his body skin, which are shining brightly.

Fan Xing couldn't figure out how Mengmengechui managed to send these colorful light spots to her body through the clothes.

Besides, this thing is so difficult to clean, Fan Xing took the bath towel and rubbed the light spots on his body vigorously until his skin was red and almost rubbed off a layer of skin before rubbing the light spots. I rubbed it off, but he couldn't rub it off on his head.

Fan Xing had no choice but to dry off the water on his body, and then returned to the bedroom, angrily looking at Meng Mengxi floating in the air.

Meng Mengxi made a face at Fan Xing, and then hid behind the demon fire red fox. Fan Xing looked around the bedroom, but found no good weapons.

In the end, he simply pulled the pillow from the bed, dragged the pillow and threw it towards Mengmengxie.

It's just that as soon as he lifted his foot, a pumpkin spirit sprang out from his shadow. Fan Xing didn't pay attention, and was almost tripped by him, and the pillow in his hand smashed into the pumpkin spirit.

The pumpkin essence that just flew out was stunned and was smashed to the ground by Fan Xing. The round body of the pumpkin essence rolled on the ground several times.

He has not yet realized that he was attacked by Fan Xing. He may have heard the movement. Pumpkin spirits and little wood spirits rushed out of Fan Xing's shadow. They looked at Fan Xing's current image with puzzled faces. , especially when he's turned into colored hair and is still bling bling shiny.

Looking at his expression, Fan Xing felt less anger in his heart. At least these pumpkin spirits and little wood spirits have a rather strange aesthetic, and maybe he just thinks his current image is a bit bad.

The pumpkin spirit who was thrown out by Fan Xing just now may have seen more and more elves in the bedroom, and then finally realized that he was beaten by Fan Xing, so the more he thought about it, the more angry he was, and he just raised his throat , and then a lot of tears started to come out of the little eyes.

He cried louder and louder, and gradually formed a sound wave. Fan Xing covered his head with pain in his head, and then grabbed the pillow vigorously and swooped, pressing the pumpkin essence under the pillow. It was temporarily sealed.

Fan Xing reached under the pillow with one hand, grabbed the dull hair on Pumpkin Jing's head, and lifted him out from under the pillow.

The pumpkin spirit was held by Fan Xing and wanted to continue crying, but Fan Xing looked at him with murderous eyes, and the pumpkin spirit immediately stopped its movements.

It's just that his expression was still very pitiful, and he might be a little nervous being watched by Fan Xing, so he hiccupped.

As soon as he hiccupped, his body emitted a burst of white light, and then his level naturally advanced to the master level.

Fan Xing stared blankly at the pumpkin essence in his hand, he couldn't figure out how this thing broke through, why did he just cry and break through.

The other pumpkin essences also came over with interest. They looked at the pumpkin essence in Fan Xing's hand, and then nodded thoughtfully.

They took out the piece of herbal medicine that Fan Xing gave them that can increase the energy of the ghost attribute and took it collectively.

They felt the energy increase in their bodies, and then looked at the pumpkin essence with some doubts. Although the energy did increase a little, there was definitely no way for them to break through.

They circled around Fan Xing and the upgraded pumpkin essence. Fan Xing, who was so annoyed, put the pumpkin essence in his hand on the ground, then picked up the pillow and returned the pumpkin essence one by one. Some little wood spirits fell to the ground.

They were also a little dazed when they fell on the ground, and then their expressions became aggrieved for a moment, and finally reached a peak and collectively began to burst into tears.

Fan Xing looked at his hands in despair, he didn't understand why his hands were so short just now, and he wanted to hit them with a pillow.

Now he was overwhelmed by the noise of the pumpkin spirit and the wood spirit, and he lay on the ground in despair, covering his head with a pillow.

But it was useless, the voices of the surrounding pumpkin spirits and little wood spirits could be clearly heard in his ears, and Fan Xing, who was completely desperate, could only paralyze himself and seal himself under the pillow.

The demon Huohonghu saw that the situation was not good before, and had already dragged Mengmengxie and Dongdongshu out of the bedroom. Now there are only Fan Xing, Pumpkin Essence, and little wood spirit in the bedroom.

Hearing the crying and howling from the bedroom downstairs, Yao Huohonghu showed a happy expression. Fortunately, he ran fast, otherwise he would be the one who was tortured in the room.