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

Fan Xing returned to the hut with the umbrella, and took it back under the corridor outside the hut.Then he straightened his already wet hair.

Seeing Fan Xing's movements, the wet big-mouthed bat flew into the hood of Fan Xing's clothes.

Feeling the weight of the clothes behind him, Fan Xing mourned for his clothes, but he opened the door without saying anything and walked in.

But at this moment, a bunch of pumpkin spirits in strange costumes ran from the corridor to the first floor, wandering around in the living room on the first floor.

Fan Xing looked at their looks, and the corners of his mouth twitched. Who matched them?It's really ugly.

Perhaps hearing Fan Xing's complaints, a few pumpkin spirits noticed Fan Xing's figure, their eyes lit up, and they flew towards Fan Xing in an instant.

A pumpkin spirit wearing a bunch of decorations stopped abruptly in front of Fan Xing, several of the decorations he was wearing flew out and hit Fan Xing's face.

Fan Xing's fist hanging by his side clenched subconsciously, then he thought and thought, and finally let go of the fist, but his eyes became a little scary.

"Pumpkin~"

The pumpkin spirit that flew in front of Fan Xing saw Fan Xing's expression, and gave a weak cry, with a flattering expression.

He smiled embarrassedly, and explained to Fan Xing what happened in the toy room before.

Fan Xing picked up all the decorations on the ground, and looked at the decorations on the pumpkin spirit that were about to fall to the ground, and twitched the corners of his mouth.

Then, taking advantage of Pumpkin Jing's inattention, he wiped off all the decorations on his body with one hand.

The pumpkin essence attacked by Fan Xing turned into petrification instantly, and he fell to the ground unbelievably, with tears in his eyes, but Fan Xing pretended not to see it, and walked slowly towards the toy room with a bunch of decorations in his arms.

The pumpkin essence and the little wood spirit at home are a bunch of dramatists, they are still old, and they have no aesthetics. He is determined not to allow the pumpkin essence to appear again, it hurts his eyes too much.

When he came to the toy room, Fan Xing walked and pulled the elves floating in the room.

The toy room is not very big, and with so many elves, it is basically occupied here. It is quite difficult for Fan Xing to get in.

The pumpkin spirit and Xiao Muling who were being pulled by Fan Xiang turned their heads angrily, wanting to see who was pulling them, and then turned their heads to see Fan Xing, and their expressions became flattering again.

However, Fan Xing was not in the mood to hold them in his arms when he saw the strange makeup on their faces and the unknown things they were wearing.

When he came to the corner where the portrait was placed, Fan Xing looked at the portrait in the frame, and some memories flooded his eyes. He sat on the ground and stretched out a hand, converting super power into ghost power, and then touched the portrait.

Pumpkin spirit, little wood spirit and other elves looked at Fan Xing's movements curiously.

It's just that no matter how much energy Fan Xing sent into the portrait, the portrait didn't change much, and the energy didn't stay in the portrait for too long before dissipating in the air.

Seeing this, Fan Xing withdrew his hand, and then greeted a little wood spirit, asking him to take out the portrait in the shadow space.

A little wood spirit with a cloak behind it heard Fan Xing's order, and flew back into Fan Xing's shadow listlessly, and came out holding a large picture frame after a while.

Fan Xing looked at the painting in the portrait, and motioned to the ghost elves at home to let them get into the painting.

It's just that they all failed this time. They were ejected one by one from the surface of the picture frame, and there was no way to enter, even the Resentful Shadow Doll and the crying mask.

Fan Xing touched his chin thoughtfully, and then sent some ghost energy into the two portraits.

With the input of Fan Xing's superpower, the portrait slowly glowed with lavender light. This time, he did not repel Fan Xing's energy, but absorbed more and more.

In the portrait, there are several places where very dazzling light spots erupt.

Looking at these dots of light, Fan Xing fully understood what happened. Those dots of light were some ghost-attribute materials that he stuffed into the painting when he first painted.

At that time, it was for decoration, but also for the good-looking color, so Fan Xing did this. He didn't expect that the same painting can be teleported now that it is stuffed into different spaces.

Fan Xing asked Xiao Muling to send back the portrait he had brought from the shadow space, and then signaled the ghost elves at home to run towards the portrait.

This time they entered the painting easily, and Fan Xing felt a little surprised when he saw their figures in the portrait.

The elves moved in the painting, and then looked at Fan Xing in the painting, their eyes lit up, trying to control Fan Xing in the painting to move.

It's just that Fan Xing stretched out a finger at this time, relying on the strong ghost attribute energy on the finger to draw a circle around the body of his portrait.

The ghost elves in the painting collided with the circle drawn by Fan Xing, as if they had hit a barrier, and their expressions were painful.

Then they got out and saw that Fan Xing completely understood that the portrait outside did not have the ability to enter the space of his own shadow.

Only the portrait in one's own shadow space can come out of it. The two paintings are like establishing two space nodes in different spaces, and then use them to transmit.

This discovery is very interesting. I don’t know if people in the elf world have any records in this regard. Thinking like this, Fan Xing recorded this discovery in his notebook. what?

And the other ghost elves in the family saw that they could get into the portrait, their eyes lit up one after another, and they burrowed into the portrait one by one.

Before Fan Xing had time to stop them, they had already gone in. After they entered, they casually sized up the portraits. The sight suddenly changed from three-dimensional to two-dimensional, which made these ghost spirits a little uncomfortable.

But soon they found the fun, they drifted towards Fan Xing in the portrait, wanted to jump to Fan Xing's side, and manipulated Fan Xing in the portrait to move.

Fan Xing, who was sitting in front of the portrait, curled his lips, then stretched out a finger, conveying ghost attribute energy to move his portrait, trying to move him to a corner, and then cut him out.

But before moving far, the portrait was stopped by the ghost elves at home. They smashed the barrier made by Fan Xing together, and then approached Fan Xing in the portrait.

The corner of Fan Xing's mouth curled up outside the portrait, and then he pointed a finger at his own eyes in the portrait. The portrait moved with Fan Xing's movements. He put the bow and arrow in his hand behind his back, and then his body posed in a taekwondo posture. posture.

Before Pumpkin Essence, Little Wood Spirit and other ghost elves could react, Fan Xing in the portrait quickly launched an attack.

His figure quickly kicked all the elves to the ground, forming a pile, and then sat on the pile of elves, waving at Fan Xing outside the portrait.

Fan Xing's eyes became brighter and brighter, he found something interesting, isn't this similar to the game page of his previous life?You just need to set it yourself.

And it's really good to be able to exercise the various training skills of the ghost elves at home in the portrait, Fan Xing thought so and let out an unkind laugh.

Because in the portrait, the elves at home can't use their own strength, they can only use their own bodies. They can't even display their skills in the portrait, so they can only be bullied by Fan Xing in the portrait.

Fan Xing, who laughed a few times, hurriedly waved his hands to make a super energy barrier, and then blocked the front of the oil painting to prevent the elves from running out.

Then Fan Xing found a set of painting tools in the toy room. He looked at the elf in the oil painting maliciously, moving his hands quickly, and soon a whole set of training facilities was displayed in the oil painting.

"You little naughty ghosts, you usually know how to sleep and be lazy. Now let me see how you fix it? Go obediently and train me."

Fan Xing couldn't help laughing again after saying this, and looked at the despairing expressions on the faces of the elves piled up in the picture frame with a very proud tone.

Fan Xing in the portrait also smiled, then grabbed a pumpkin elf by the hair on its head from among the group of elves sitting on it, and lifted him out.

The pumpkin spirit looked at the portrait with a flattering face, but the portrait became expressionless at this time. He threw the pumpkin spirit into Fan Xinghua's training facility, and then started the facility.

The pumpkin spirit moved in the portrait with a look of despair. At this time, Fan Xing outside the portrait was still not a human being. He drew a few small meteorites in the air, and then controlled the meteorites to hit the pumpkin spirit.

The Pumpkin Essence dodged the attack with a face of despair, his mouth was open and never stopped, he seemed to be panting and muttering something, Fan Xing guessed that he must be talking about himself.

This discovery made Fan Xing more determined to train the pumpkin spirit. He drew a few vines on the ground in the oil painting, and then used superpowers to control the vines and whip them in the direction of the pumpkin spirit.

The pumpkin spirit, who was dodging the attack of the vines left and right, was thrown away by a thick vine like a volleyball.

He was smashed to the ground in a daze, his eyes looked at the false sun in the sky, and tears flowed silently in his eyes.

Seeing this, Fan Xing in the portrait grabbed another little wood spirit from the ghost elves under him, and threw it into the training equipment.

The little wood spirit didn't last long, and was sent flying by the vines, and Fan Xing intentionally smashed the little wood spirit's body on the pumpkin spirit.

The two elves rolled around on the ground, and then stood up with despair on their faces. They took out a small stick from nowhere and drew circles on the ground. While drawing circles, they kept muttering.