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

The light in the eyes of the natural birds slowly dissipated, they nodded towards Fan Xing, returned to the place where they stayed before, and closed their eyes to rest their minds.

Looking at them, Fan Xing couldn't help feeling a little bit emotional, the feeling of superpower connection with the natural birds is very good.

After all, he only needs to control his own superpowers, and then he can see the past and future events, but he doesn't know if they are accurate.

But the future is not allowed to pass. Fan Xing, who was thinking like this, continued to get busy with a hammer. He was quite surprised by the awakening of the Sisi pot. According to his assumption, that guy should have to wait one or two It took a month to wake up, but I didn't expect to wake up now.

It may also be because of the gradual abundance of ghost energy in his shadow space. Of course, it is more likely that he was awakened by the movements of the pumpkin essence and the ecstasy eye.

Fan Xing didn't feel too much about the awakening of the Pot of Thoughts, after all, this guy attacked him directly and lost his memory because of him.

Although Fan Xing fabricated the memory later and threw it in again, and he didn't add any memory of his own subjective thoughts to it.

But, Fan Xing still felt that the Pot of Fearful Thinking might have a little emotional breakdown when he saw him for the first time.

After all, he also threw in the memory of how he defeated the Busi Pot, so it's better not to see him now.

Fan Xing nailed the last nail on the scaffold in front of him, looked at the large scaffold in front of him, and called the dazed natural birds to come over and try it.

The natural birds flew over, then stood on the shelf and nodded to Fan Xing, indicating yes, Fan Xing heaved a sigh of relief, then got up and stretched.

The wood nailed to these shelves is taken from the fruit trees. After all, some fruit trees have a relatively short lifespan. These fruit trees that are made into wood can still smell the fruit they emit after drying. fragrance.

Although the taste is very light, but the elves generally like this taste.

For example, some scallion ducks like to grind the branches of these fruit trees into foam, and then put them in their nests. They can smell the fruit every time they sleep, which is easier to soothe the nerves and help them sleep.

Fan Xing also has a pillow filled with fruit tree foam, but his pillow is much more advanced than the onion ducks. The pillow is filled with tree foam that he has sifted several times, and then added various herbs, which not only tastes good smell, and it also has the effect of calming the nerves and helping sleep.

But when he sleeps, he doesn't like this pillow very much. He thinks it's too hard. Compared with the kind made of tree foam, he prefers the kind whose inner lining is the feather of a blue sponge bird.

Not only is it soft, but you can feel the pure enjoyment of lying on the clouds when you put it on the pillow, which is Fan Xing's favorite.

So every time Du came to the farm for vacation, Fan Xing would pull off the feathers of his green cotton bird. The ones sold outside are still a bit expensive, so you can save a lot of money by using Du's green cotton bird feathers. You can make a big pillow by saving a few times.

Now that the work of nailing the scaffolding for the natural bird and the natural bird is completed today, Fan Xing is going to go back to the pharmacy to make some potions, so as to increase the quantity of goods in his store.

The natural birds and finches looked at the growing sun in the sky and returned to the Duck's dormitory with the scaffolding made by Fan Xing. They slept well there and decided to rest there in the future.

But at this time, Fan Xing's shadow sent out waves, and then a few pumpkin essences came out of the shadow like a criminal with a fearful thinking pot and an eye.

Judging from their expressions, it was obvious that they were on the verge of anger. Fan Xing, who was walking towards the hut, felt the movement of the shadow behind him, stopped and looked at the elf who had come out.

When the pumpkin spirits saw Fan Xing, they immediately flew towards him, and complained in a hurry.

Fan Xing coughed unnaturally after hearing this, can he say that he already knows what Hook Soul Eye is doing?It's just that he didn't seem to think about how to punish Luhunyan at that time, but since the pumpkin spirits have sued, this matter has to be dealt with seriously, Fan Xing looked at Luhunyan with a serious expression.

"Houhunyan, you got into trouble again, tell me what to do?"

Gouhun looked at Fan Xing pitifully, clasped his hands together, and confessed to Fan Xing with a sincere expression.

"Soul" (I know it's wrong! How about I write the elf rules again?)

Fan Xing raised his brows. The elf rules were set by himself for the elves in his family. This was to let them know how to be a good elf.

The content in it is not to litter, to exercise on time every day, not to waste food, not to bully the same kind. There are not many words in total for these things, and there are only five or six sheets of ordinary A4 paper in total.

"Okay, since you know you're wrong, then write the elf rules 1000 times. I know you write very fast, but write it with a brush for me this time."

This guy Gohunyan is very talented in some aspects, such as writing, she learned how to write within a few days after coming to Fan Xing's house.

And I don't know how her little claws grow, so she can write quickly when she picks up a pen.

But the writing brush is not easy to use. The writing brush is generally used by Fan Xing to draw symbols when making talisman props. If Fan Xing can write with it, although Fan Xing can write, he is not very smooth.

Not to mention the ecstasy eyes, she looked desperate when she heard Fan Xing's words, not only had to write the rules 1000 times, but also had to use a brush, is this something an elf can do.

When the pumpkin spirits heard Fan Xing's punishment for Hookhunyan, they were all overjoyed. They couldn't help jumping up when they thought of the scene where Hookhunyan wrote the elf rules with tears in his eyes.

Their jumping startled the Fear Thinking Pot that was hiding far away, he shrank his body, and then looked at Fan Xing with timid eyes.

Fan Xing only noticed his figure at this time, nodded towards the Bisi pot, and then walked towards the direction where he was hiding.

"Since you're awake, what are your plans? Do you want to leave directly or what? Don't worry, I won't beat you again, as long as you obey me."

Fan Xing's tone was very natural, and what he said was the truth. As long as the Fearful Pot didn't cause any trouble, then he had no reason to beat him up. The Fearful Pot trembled a little when it heard Fan Xing's words, but The mood has stabilized a lot.

"Bi~Si" (That, I want to say ~ that, can you help me find a container that can hold me? As long as you help me find a container that can hold me, then I am willing to work for you.)

Looking at the Basihu who was stuttering, Fan Xing touched his chin, and it was true, this Basihu didn't seem to have its own teapot, which was a bit of a problem for the elves of the Basihu family big.

He only looks at his body now, like a mass of purple jelly, for some reason it looked black before, but now it has turned purple.

The body is like a form between liquid and solid, more like a slime state that Fan Xing has heard of in his previous life.

But since he said so, it shows that this guy is still a bit courageous.

But to take him in, it made Fan Xing a little distressed. At that time, he found a teapot for this guy. After he was completely integrated with the teapot, the family might not be able to make black tea anymore.

Because this guy can inject his own power into the leftover black tea to increase the number of his companions.

This is not Fan Xing's nonsense, but the official introduction when he played the game before. Although I don't know how he made his companions, but no matter how you think about it, it's troublesome?

Seeing that Fan Xing hadn't spoken, the Fear Thinking Pot let out a soft cry, and the meaning of the call made Fan Xing a little interested.

"terror"

What he meant was that as long as he found the teapot, he would be willing to give Fan Xing a taste of his unique black tea.

When he said this, Fan Xing had to agree. He had never drank the black tea from the Basi pot in his life. He heard that its taste, tea aroma, texture and aroma were all very unique. Xing is very very very curious.