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

The Messenger Bird was startled by Fan Xing's actions, and thought he was going to catch him. Who would have thought that he was just using him as a pillow?

However, he looked at Fan Xing who had collapsed and scratched his head with his small wings in distress. Although this human being looked a little not very smart, he knew he was a good person.

Good people don't always live long. I heard that human beings are prone to some psychological problems?It is estimated that this human being also suffered from some kind of depression, right?Oh, what a pity.

The sigh of the messenger bird was full of pity for Fan Xing. He looked at a normal human being, but he was already terminally ill, and now he had given up hope, and it was still the most sacred and great Christmas day. This made the messenger bird a little unacceptable.

Although his soft belly brought warmth to this human being, it was not enough!Today is holy Christmas!He doesn't allow any tragedy to happen in his sight!He is the messenger bird!

Thinking of this, the Messenger Bird's treacherous eyes were filled with determination, and then he patted Fan Xing's head with his small wings with a very serious expression.

Humans, look up at me!Master Messenger Bird will definitely solve all your troubles. I will bring you the hope of life and keep you away from the threat of death. No matter what the reason is, whether it is a disease or no hope of going on.But if you want to give up the treatment, as long as my messenger bird sees it, you will give up by yourself!I, Messenger Bird, will not give up on you either!

The messenger bird's eyes burst into blazing flames, his will turned into substance, and he felt the flames of the spirit burning blazingly on him. Although all this was just his fantasy, he vowed to celebrate this great Christmas day today. To save Fan Xing, a confused person, he wants to rekindle his hope of life, and then go on.

The messenger bird stretched out its belly, and then left from Fan Xing's head, holding Fan Xing's head with its two little wings, and looked at Fan Xing with firm eyes, Fan Xing's eyes were full of confusion, he just Think quietly, what's with the fighting eyes of this messenger bird?

"Letter~" (Man, why did you give up hope? What stopped you from pursuing the light?)

"Uh, maybe it's this spore-covered room that's stopping me?"

Fan Xing looked at the messenger bird with a very serious tone, staring straight at him with both eyes, the corners of his mouth twitched, a little confused, saying that you are the source of evil?My messenger bird, but Fan Xing dare not say it now.

"Trust~" (So that's the case, don't be afraid, human beings, I'm here, I won't make you give up on the pursuit of light, these spores will become an existence that hinders your steps, but it will never affect my Messenger Bird pace.)

"Letter" (Don't worry, I will clear the obstacles for you and rekindle your pursuit of light! In the Christmas of Messenger Bird, this kind of tragedy will never happen to you!)

Listening to Fan Xing's words, the messenger bird patted Fan Xing's head with a very serious expression, then stood up from the ground, and the bag in his hand began to emit a bright white light.

Fan Xing knew that the bag-like object that the messenger bird grasped with its "hand" was its tail. Its tail was hollow and could put things in it, but now that it appeared, the whole tail started to glow, which made Fan Xing Some are confused.

"Faith~" (Human beings! Light will never disappear, and will always be by our side! Let me practice the will of light today and get rid of your troubles!)

"Letter~"

I saw the real bird screaming, and then the bag-like tail clenched in his wings opened a big opening, and a strong suction came from the bag in an instant, and the golden spores covering the entire farm hut were continuously sucked in into the bag.

Fan Xing looked at the bag that was getting bigger and bigger behind the Messenger Bird, his expression changed from initial confusion to panic.

"Hey, hey, the messenger bird, please stop, you can't hold it, your body won't be able to bear it."

Fan Xing wanted to step forward to stop the Messenger Bird, but he was worried that it would affect the Messenger Bird and cause him to be injured, so he could only persuade the Messenger Bird anxiously.

"Letter~" (Humans, don't worry, I am the messenger of light, the incarnation of Christmas, the messenger bird who will solve the problems for all the people and elves who have troubles at Christmas.)

Hearing Fan Xing's worried words, Real Bird expressed his pettiness and told Fan Xing not to worry.

Hearing the call of the messenger bird, Fan Xing's temples twitched, this messenger bird is real. . . . .He was obviously here to play a prank, but Sanguan was so upsetting that he was a little at a loss, but he couldn't say anything, and he couldn't stop the situation now.

Fan Xing could only watch helplessly as the bag behind the messenger bird got bigger and bigger, and the spores in the room became less and less. Finally, when the last spore got into the messenger bird's pocket, the messenger bird's pocket was already full. There are two meters high.

The white light emitted from the entire pocket became stronger and stronger, and Fan Xing also guessed what skill the messenger bird was using. It was a recycling skill, but the way this skill was displayed in the hands of this messenger bird was completely different from that of other elves. different.

Messenger Bird's expression became more and more serious, and a few drops of sweat appeared on his forehead, but the white light emitting from the pocket on his back became brighter and brighter, even Fan Xing felt a little dazzling, and only heard the messenger's bang. Bird's pockets collapsed, and the messenger bird passed out.

After discovering this situation, Fan Xing hurried forward to check the situation of the messenger bird, but what made him relieved was that the messenger bird fainted because of some exhaustion. He thought it was the messenger bird when he heard the loud noise just now. The pocket is torn.

Fan Xing looked at the hut that was already clean, and the corners of his mouth slightly curled up.Then he hurried to the pharmacy and took out a tube of advanced energy recovery potion and fed it to the fainted messenger bird.

After a while, the messenger bird woke up slowly.

"Xin~" (Human beings! I have solved your obstacle in pursuing light, but I think I may not be able to do it anymore. Now I am exhausted, my limbs are weak, and it is difficult to even move.)

"Faith" (But human beings, don't be sad, I just went to chase the light.)

After talking about the messenger bird, he lay down on the ground, and Fan Xing's eyelids twitched. Could he say that the reason why the messenger bird was hungry?He checked it just now, and found that the messenger bird probably hadn't eaten for several days, and it had consumed a lot of energy just now.

But Fan Xing didn't say anything, just hugged the messenger bird to the chair in the dining room, and then started to prepare breakfast. First, he cooked some tree fruit porridge, and took some flying energy cubes. Then go back to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for the elves at home.