I am a cannon fodder, so what's wrong with grabbing an opportunity?

Rong Zhang waited a long time for Shishu's response, and he felt very nervous, not knowing how the young master would deal with him.

He didn't dare ask for anything else, as long as he wasn't killed.

Shishu said nothing, not because he doubted the truthfulness of the little demon's words, but he always felt uncomfortable when he kept calling him "little young master".

I am much older than him.

The little rabbit squatted behind the tree, looking hesitantly at the tree-eating and the treasure-eating beast in the distance.

He was calculating the possibility that he would not be caught by the tree-eating beast and could obtain more Duanxuzhi from the treasure-devouring beast.

The result is that the possibility is zero, and it is impossible for me to avoid the tree-eating creature.

If I discuss this with Tree Eater, what are the chances that he will be willing to help me?

It is still not confirmed whether the owner’s accident is related to him?

If something really happened to her master, would it be of any use for her to get Duanxuzhi?

……

The little rabbit sighed, his mind was a mess and he was very irritable.

"Oh, it's so annoying." said the little rabbit dissatisfiedly.

I made up my mind. No matter what happened with my master, I had to get Duanxuzhi first. This opportunity would never come again.

She mustered up her courage, stepped out from behind the tree, came to the side of the Tree Eater, and said, "Tree Eater, can I discuss something with you?"

Rong Zhang heard a soft voice, took a quick glance and found that it was the treasure-hunting rat, the bride of the treasure-eating beast.

Tree eater? Could she be calling him Young Master? Could they be old acquaintances?

While Shishu was still thinking about how to get back to Rongzhang, he heard the voice of the treasure-hunting rat.

"what?"

The stiffness was so stiff that the little rabbit was frightened and trembled.

With a trembling voice, he replied, "Um, can you help me get the Duanxuzhi?"

"I don't." Shishu replied concisely.

"He has." The little rabbit pointed at the treasure-eating beast that was crushed under the rubble.

"Then you go."

Little Rabbit: Does this mean he agrees? Just assume he agrees.

"Thank you."

After saying thank you, the little rabbit went to the pile of dirt where the treasure-eating beast was.

The treasure-devouring beast was already seriously injured and posed no threat to her.

The little rabbit pulled the stone and saw the face of the treasure-devouring beast. He said with a firm look in his eyes, "Hand over Duanxuzhi."

"You and I were husband and wife, but you actually plotted against my Duanxuzhi..." As he spoke, a stream of blood gushed out of the treasure-devouring beast's mouth.

"What I have always wanted is Duanxuzhi. All these days of pretending to be nice to you just makes me sick. I'm really fed up with it." The little rabbit took the opportunity to vent his dissatisfaction these days.

With a "boom", the treasure-eating beast suddenly stood up from the rubble and grabbed the little rabbit.

With bloodshot eyes, he said, "I'm so good to you, and you treat me like this."

"You have been plotting against me from the beginning, teaming up with him to deceive me, right? I really misjudged you."

The little rabbit had his neck strangled and had difficulty breathing, let alone refutation.

She was really careless. At this moment, she could only hope that the food tree could save her life.

He stretched out his hand with difficulty in the direction of the food tree and uttered with difficulty: "Save... me..."

The treasure-devouring beast exerted more force on his hands and said, "You want your lover to save you?"

This time, the little rabbit fainted.

With a "swish" sound, the treasure-devouring beast felt a pain in its chest, and a branch emerged from its chest.

His eyes were full of disbelief as he stared at the food tree not far away.

I vaguely heard him say something, "What mistress? She doesn't deserve it."

Rong Zhang noticed that the chest of the treasure-devouring beast was pierced by a tree trunk, and the tree trunk seemed to be an extension of the gift from the young master.

The tree trunk withdrew from the treasure-devouring beast's body, and the treasure-devouring beast fell down, leaving a huge hole in its chest.

I instantly felt cold all over and was terrified to the extreme.

This is not a young master at all, he is simply a big devil.

The tree-eater walked towards the treasure-devouring beast step by step.

"Da da da."

The sounds of pain hit Rong Zhang's heart, and his brain stopped thinking.

A vine stretched out from the trunk and wrapped up the bloody little rabbit. It stank so badly that the tree-eater couldn't help but wrinkle his nose.

The vines automatically moved the little rabbit a little further away.

The Tree Eater closed his eyes, and after a while, a vine appeared from the hall with a bucket of water wrapped around it and was placed next to the little rabbit.

With a "plop", the little rabbit was thrown into the bucket.

The little rabbit was instantly awakened by the cold and found himself in the water. He wanted to climb out, but was pressed back by the vines and rinsed back and forth several times before being thrown out.

The tree-eater glanced at the treasure-hunting mouse that had been frozen silly, and his heart was filled with compassion.

With a "whoosh", a ball of fire ignited around the treasure-hunting mouse.

The rat suddenly woke up and subconsciously cursed the culprit: "You are sick."

After I finished cursing, I finally reacted and looked up at the person in front of me. Why was he a tree eater?

The treasure-hunting mouse was so scared that he took two steps back. His butt felt hot and he let out a cry and immediately rolled over in the snow.

The fire went out and the little rabbit felt cold again. He apologized to the tree-eater and moved towards the fire.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that. I thought it was that person..."

The tree-eater did not miss any little move of the treasure-hunting mouse and spat out the word "stupid".

The little rabbit couldn't say anything and could only curse in his heart.

I realized later that I didn't want the Duanxuzhi. Where's the treasure-swallowing beast?

Before she passed out, she seemed to see bright red.

He looked around and saw the corpse of the treasure-devouring beast, and blurted out: "How could it be?"

Why did he die?

I haven’t got the Duanxuzhi yet.

The bamboo basket was empty.

The voice was deep and asked, "How did he die?"

"I killed him."

Hearing what the tree eater said, the little rabbit raised his head suddenly and looked at him angrily: "Why did you kill him?"

The Tree Eater was speechless. What should he say?

Did you kill him because you were unhappy with the word "mistress"?

This is true, but saying it out loud would damage his reputation.

"I just don't like him, so you're angry because he killed your lover." Shi Shu became more and more confident as he spoke. He felt that he was a genius for being able to think of putting the blame on the other party.

How could the little rabbit allow him to talk nonsense and frame him?

He stood up, put his hands on his hips, looked up at the food tree, and replied angrily: "You clearly promised me to let me take the Duanxuzhi."

The tree eater was too lazy to reply, but he didn't care what she thought.

He casually manipulated a vine to fill the gap in the treasure-devouring beast's chest.

The "treasure-eating beast" suddenly sat up and vomited a bunch of things towards the little rabbit.

Caught off guard, the little rabbit failed to avoid it completely and inevitably got some vomit on it.

When the little rabbit saw the vines on the chest of the "treasure-eating beast", it immediately understood that everything was eating tree trunks.

She couldn't beat the tree eater, but she couldn't help but ask, "What do you want to do?"

"You wanted Duanxuzhi, so here you go." Shishu didn't think there was anything wrong with what he did.

Press the little rabbit's head with a vine and look at the vomit of the treasure-eating beast.

The little rabbit, who had been thinking of giving up and fighting with the tree trunk, vaguely distinguished the intersecting angelica from the pile.