Non-Human Sub-district Office

Lin Mu wondered if Yan Xuanjing wanted to harm him.

He was silent for a while, then asked hesitantly, "Really?"

"..." Yan Xuanjing was actually a little uncertain.

To put it bluntly, most of the monsters who can survive in the wilderness and still have a certain status are fought by strength, and only a very small number of monsters can go far by relying on their brains and special talents.

Monsters like Yan Xuanjing, who were beaten up by his father since he was a child, and when he got tired of beating him, threw him into the monster pile. The monsters that were raised like a gu, accounted for the vast majority.

He was born from beatings and fights, and he naturally became stronger during the fight, unlike human beings who can cultivate slowly and seriously.

When it comes to how to become stronger, all Yan Xuanjing can think of is fighting.

And in the beginning, they were all being beaten.

After the father finished beating the mother, the mother finished beating the other big monsters who came to visit. When they got tired of playing, they threw him into the most chaotic area in the wilderness, and then patted his ass and left.

By the time Yan Xuanjing was able to climb out of there by himself, he would already be able to run rampant in most areas of the Great Wilderness.

This is how Yan Xuanjing grew up, if you want to ask him if there is a milder and more regular way to become stronger, he really can't think of it.

But there are indeed many weak and weak monsters in the Great Wilderness. Yan Xuanjing, who was born as a high-ranking monster, doesn't know much about their survival methods and cultivation methods.

He is still young, only five hundred years old.

Unlike his father, who was in his prime, it seemed that the whole Great Wilderness had no secrets in his eyes.

Nine-Tailed Fox said: "Different monsters probably have different methods."

Anyway, as a nine-tailed fox, he just came out of fighting, and the difference between fighting with animals, fighting for territory, hunting, etc. is not that big.

As for monsters, those who become spirits grow up by instinct, and they are born as monsters, and they are almost guided by their elders.

As for those living outside, there are only a handful of survivors.

Even if the living environment in the Central Plains is much better than that in the Great Wilderness, there may not be many cases like forests.

Yan Xuanjing thought for a while, then said: "Thinking according to your monster's bloodline, what your father did to make you bigger and stronger, you can cultivate as you do."

Lin Mu opened his mouth: "..."

What can his dad do to become bigger and stronger?

...Probably drinking more water and getting more sun.

And respiration, photosynthesis, transpiration.

Lin Mu looked down at his feet following his train of thought.

No roots.

He looked at his hands again.

No chloroplasts.

Lin Mu thought about it, and felt that it might not work.

Seeing Lin Mu's troubled look, Yan Xuanjing paused for a moment, and said, "It's really unexpected, let's fight first."

Hearing this, Lin Mu raised his head, looked at Yan Xuanjing, and tentatively said, "I don't have... anyone to learn from?"

The nine-tailed fox who understood the spirit stood up.

So Lin Mu was beaten severely.

Even though Yan Xuanjing felt that he had released the water to the extent of opening the floodgates, Lin Mu still had no strength to fight back.

By the time the trees were completely exhausted, it was already dark.

In the middle of the month, the full moon hangs high.

The courtyard did not turn on the lights, and the silver ash of the moon flowed on the ground, dispelling the darkness in the courtyard, leaving enough light to see things.

Yan Xuanjing looked at the tree lying on the ground like a corpse with few good spots left, and the tip of his nose was lingering with too much blood.

This blood aura is not full of the smell of rust like ordinary humans, but it is as clear and pure as his evil aura, like the grass and trees gently brushed by the warm spring breeze, lightly brushing the tip of the heart, leaving A piece of soft and fluffy.

want to be close to him.

This feeling is much stronger and clearer than before.

Yan Xuanjing took out the wound medicine that he basically didn't need from his storage ring, and he felt a bit at a loss as to what to do with Lin Shu, who was covered with scars on his body.

Also too weak.

Yan Xuanjing had no expression on his face, and was a little muttering in his heart.

He didn't use his monster power much because of his injury, and he could beat Lin Shu like this purely by skill.

"..."

Also too weak.

Yan Xuanjing thought again, looking at the miserable condition of the trees, he vaguely doubted himself.

It seems to be too heavy handed.

But it's not a big problem, the half-demon will recover soon.

Nine-tailed Fox was thinking this way, ripped off Lin Mu's clothes, and applied medicine to him.

Lin Mu trembled a little due to Yan Xuanjing's uneventful movements, and let out a few weak moans.

"……pain."

The Nine-Tailed Fox, who had never served anyone before, paused for two seconds, and carefully relaxed his movements.

Lin Mu snorted again: "It hurts."

It's strange.

Yan Xuanjing thought.

I didn't hear Lin Mu screaming for pain when I was fighting before, but now I know it hurts.

Lin Mu lay on the ground, turned his head sideways, looked through the green grass, and saw the little white flowers in a daze, which made Lin Mu wonder if he saw the thriving dawn and dusk on the side of Huangquan Road.

The wound on the body was very painful and gradually became itchy.

Lin Shu lightly rubbed the grass under his cheeks, groaned a few times in discomfort, thinking that if the wound could heal quickly, then he closed his eyes tiredly.

Yan Xuanjing slowly finished applying the medicine on Lin Mu's back, and then cleaned his blood-stained back. Looking at Lin Mu's smooth back, he found that this little half-demon's skin was translucent white, and even reflected his blood under the moonlight. A little fluorescence.

Yan Xuanjing stopped to appreciate the beauty in front of him, then stretched out his hand without any fluctuation, ready to take off Lin Mu's pants and continue to apply medicine to him.

At this time, soft light clusters fell from the silvery moonlight one by one, and were blown by the night wind, trembling twice, shivering against the wind and persistently drifting towards the forest, lively and lively on his back. After rolling a few times, he jumped up lightly, and bumped his head into Lin Mu's body.

Yan Xuanjing was slightly stunned, seeing more and more light clusters of moonlight, he frowned slightly, a little surprised at the number of these moonlights.

Yan Xuanjing could tell what these groups of light were coming from at a glance.

In layman's terms, it is the moonlight in the essence of the sun and the moon—it is also one of the treasures that monsters can occasionally capture, but the quantity is extremely rare, and usually only monsters with great merit or good luck can get some.

It has a wide range of functions and can be used to solve almost all physical problems.

Yan Xuanjing had seen and used many, but it was the first time he saw so many moonlights.

This can hardly be called moonlight, countless soft white light clusters surrounded each other and merged into a stream of light, like a gentle tulle, gently covering the forest tree lying on the ground.

As a result, the courtyard is covered with a layer of light fluorescence.

A few groups were squeezed out of the team, wandered around a few times outside the stream of light, and then flew in front of Yan Xuanjing, and landed lightly on his head and eyelashes like a star. A shimmering pompom hung on the body of the big monster.

Yan Xuanjing frowned slightly as he looked at the courtyard surrounded by a peaceful, relaxed and comfortable atmosphere, feeling that he had seen this scene there before.

He watched more and more small light clusters being squeezed out of the team, turning and running towards him in the night wind, and then swarming into his body.

It’s like the moment when a mountain current breaks through the ice, the buds break through the soil, and the giant whale breaks out of the water. The dark wound seems to be washed over and over again by something warm, slightly acidic and slightly swollen, but at a slow but obvious speed. Little by little, he repaired what was missing.

Yan Xuanjing stood up, looked at the ball of light brought by the wind of his standing up, looked at the trees, and took back the wound medicine in his hand.

He should have seen this scene before.

But the memory of 500 years is too long, so he can't remember where he saw it.

Just looking at it makes my heart feel peaceful and warm.

Yan Xuanjing raised his hand, looked at the ball of light sticking to his hands and clothes, shook it lightly, and the light ball that was shaken off landed on the ground beside them, and the green grass there was full of energy, one after another. Many delicate flower buds were born.

Some of them were carried away by the night wind and fell into the newly reclaimed elixir field. As soon as the light cluster merged into it, the elixir that should have germinated in more than ten years suddenly broke through the ground, giving birth to emerald green flowers. pointed buds.

Yan Xuanjing looked at the elixir field for a long time, then turned around, and found that Lin Shu who was lying on the ground had turned into lying on his side at some point, and was curling up slightly at this moment, the blood and wounds on his body had disappeared completely. Even the clothes he tore off before were mended little by little by Yuehua's thin thread.

Yan Xuanjing, who was a nine-tailed fox, had never had this kind of treatment.

He had never seen this kind of battle when he was dying in the wilderness when he was a child. The majestic nine-tailed fox was on the verge of death several times, and the sun and the moon just shone a little. The monster snatched it away.

"..."

acid.

Yan Xuanjing stood silently by the edge of the forest, rubbing against the stream of moonlight until the stream of light gradually faded, and the elixir in the elixir field had spread its branches and leaves wantonly, and even the grass outside was blooming all over the place. .

Yan Xuanjing bent down, and stretched out his hand to push the trees that were sleeping soundly on the grass and flowers.

As he approached, he found that a small sprout grew out of Lin Shu's broken head at some point.

Lin Mu was pushed awake by him, and stared at him sleepily for a while, then rolled over in a jerk, lowered his head to check his body, then turned his head to look around, froze for two seconds, and said stammeringly: "I, was I beaten to death?!"

Yan Xuanjing's eyes fell on the dangling little buds on the top of Lin Mu's head, and he replied slowly: "Not dead."

Hearing this, Lin Mu got up to turn on the light in the yard, and then turned his head to look around carefully.

Not only the grass is full of flowers, but even the potted plants are blooming and bearing fruit, and those that cannot bloom or bear fruit are extraordinarily energetic.

"...Did something happen?" Lin Mu asked in a daze.

"Yeah." Yan Xuan nodded, "There is a moonlight falling."

Lin Mu didn't know what Yuehua was, and after listening to Yan Xuanjing's cold and calm explanation, he felt that this favor probably came from Di Xiu.

He was about to ask Yan Xuanjing if Yuehua could be used for cultivation, when he noticed that the eyes of this big monster were drifting over his head.

Lin Mu felt that Yan Xuanjing, a monster, had a sullen face on the surface and spoke coldly, but in fact he was very understanding, and he didn't have the cunning of the legendary vixen at all.

As he thought this way, he raised his hand and touched the top of his head.

As soon as I touched it, I touched a few tender leaves, and at the same time felt my scalp was pulled.

forest:……

forest:? ? ?

Lin Mu touched the top of his head with both hands, and widened his eyes: "There... what?"

Yan Xuanjing replied: "The tender buds of saplings."

Lin Mu was shocked: "?!"

What are you doing!

what's up!

"Why is it on my head..." He paused in the middle of speaking, covered his head, pulled a leaf off, felt a pain in his scalp, and grinned at the leaf.

It is the leaf of Tixiu.

forest:"……"

It became.

I am also a person with chloroplasts now.

Lin Mu covered his head and asked Yan Xuanjing: "Do you know... is there any way to get rid of this?"

Yan Xuanjing looked up from below, was slightly startled when he heard this question, and replied: "Press back."

"?"

Are you monsters so casual?

Lin Mu hesitated for a moment, and obediently pressed down on the little seedling. When he tried hard, the seedling closed its leaves instantly like a mimosa, and shrank back.

Lin Shu breathed a sigh of relief.

Now Yan Xuanjing knew that Lin Shu's blood was some kind of tree.

But he didn't say anything, and after seeing that Lin Mu was fine, he offered to leave.

He still had to go to the gate of the passage and wait for his father to send a letter. Besides, the ginseng doll was still looking for friends in the mountains.

He didn't stay with little ginseng, only left him two hairs, those vigilant little monsters should find one or two anyway.

Lin Mu sent Yan Xuanjing to the gate of the courtyard, hesitated for a while, and then asked: "If you are not busy...can you come again when you are free?"

Yan Xuanjing understood, it meant that he wanted to fight again.

He asked, "Aren't you afraid of pain?"

"I'm afraid, but I have to work hard." Lin Mu said, looking at the indifferent big monster, grinning to reveal two small dimples, "It won't always be me who hurts."

Yan Xuanjing was startled, and looked at the trees in disbelief.

This little half-demon even provoked him.

Really bold.

"can."

Take it as a return gift from Ruo Yuehua.

Yan Xuan nodded, and the next moment, he disappeared from the forest.

Two days later, Yan Xuanjing walked around the entrance of the passage, and received a reply letter from his father from the gatekeeper monster in charge of registration.

The cursive handwriting was wanton and unrestrained, and the higher-ups didn't care about his son at all, and didn't mention anything about Da Huang's situation, and there was only one sentence in the letter.

——Where did you get Dixiu's breath?