If you don't farm, you will be smashed [End Times]

Xia Chen is very white, not Wen Shu's cold and unpopular white, but milky white, because he is in good health, full of blood, and his cheeks are white and pink, and he looks very good.

But at this moment, that pale and tender face was in a state of embarrassment, and half of Xia Chen's face was covered with dried blood. Because he lost too much blood in a short time and did not recover, the blood on his face was all gone, which was contrasted by the blood on the side of his face. , appearing somewhat pale and weak.

After a long silence, Wen Shu's face was pale and ugly. After calming down the bloodlust in his body, his red pupils turned black again.However, he clearly knew that even if the color of his eyes changed back, everything would be different.

"It's changed back." Xia Chen showed no grudges, and even reached out to touch Wen Shu's eyes with great interest. Wen Shu's eyelids were slightly closed, and Xia Chen's warm fingers fell on his eyelids.

"Don't you feel...scared?" Wen Shu's voice was no longer as cold as before, hoarse and dull, the blood on his lips was still wet, and his whole body was condensed. At first glance, he looked very much like a vampire in a horror movie. Xia Chen, whose face was covered with blood, seemed to be a victim.

Xia Chen couldn't help laughing, his eyes bent into crescents: "Who are you afraid of? You?"

If Zijian couldn't be woken up just now, he might still have a little fear, but it was obvious that he was not sober at the time. He said that he couldn't stand it anymore, and the person stopped, so what is he afraid of.

Wen Shu didn't expect him to have such an attitude, and his tense heartstrings suddenly loosened, and then he looked forward to it: "Don't you think it's strange?"

Xia Chen tilted his head and thought for a while, then nodded: "It's a bit strange, you...what's the situation now, can you tell me?"

Wen Shu nodded silently, but he didn't know where to start. His physique should have been brought about by rebirth, so should we start from the previous life?

Xia Chen has been with him for a long time, even if Wen Shu doesn't speak, he can still see some emotions from his subtle expressions, and after a little thought, he can understand where his difficulties lie.

"Then I ask, you answer, you can say what you can, it doesn't matter if you can't." In fact, there are many abnormalities in Wen Shu. Xia Chen didn't go into it in the past, but this time his reaction was too extreme, and there seemed to be hidden dangers. If he doesn't solve it this time, if this happens again in the future, he doesn't even know how to deal with it.

"Okay." Wen Shu agreed with Xia Chen's method.

The two sat down facing each other, posing for a conversation, Xia Chen pondered for a moment: "Do your eyes turn red because you want to suck blood?"

Wen Zhu nodded, and added: "When stimulated by blood gas, sometimes there will be such a reaction."

Xia Chen immediately thought of several fierce battles. He seemed to have seen Wen Shu's eyes were bloody, but at that time too many people were red-eyed, so Wen Shu didn't stand out.

"When did it become like this?" Xia Chen asked worriedly, it didn't look normal no matter how you looked at it.

This time Wen Shu was silent for a while before saying, "A long time ago."

"Huh? How long?" Xia Chen felt very strange. He thought that Wen Shu's body would have such a strange change because of something he encountered in the doomsday. It doesn't look like this now?

"Before I met you." Wen Shu buttoned the tabletop and chuckled, "Around when I moved to live in the mountains."

He purposely spoke vaguely. In fact, he had already felt his physique began to change in the Duke's Mansion, so when he came back from rebirth, he obeyed the tyrannical emotion in his heart, dealt with Wen Bo severely, and then left.

Sure enough, when Xia Chen heard him mentioning the mountain, his heart ached immediately, how pitiful his family was, he was so old, his mother was gone, his father was eccentric, a good noble son was driven to live on the mountain.

That is obviously the back mountain of the monk's temple, why did his family's Zijian become like this, there must be something bad in it, the monks suppressed it, but they still sent Zijian there, which hurt him.

"Then... how did you solve it in the past, if you wanted to suck blood?" Xia Chen spoke hesitantly, for fear that Zi Jian would misunderstand him and discriminate against him.

Xia Chen could understand Wen Shu's emotions, how could Wen Shu not understand the more innocent Xia Chen, Wen Shu could see the sadness and worry most clearly.

He has always been good at manipulating people's hearts. How could he not seize the opportunity at this moment? Seeing Xia Chen's change of attitude, he immediately adjusted his state, bowed his head and looked down, with a lonely expression, and smiled sadly: "What can I do, the beasts on the mountain, whoever you meet What, if you have sucked enough blood, you will not hurt other people, and be regarded as a monster by others."

No matter which mountain he went to, that mountain would become his hunting ground, and he would only pick the freshest prey.Anyway, as long as a lie is not exposed, it is true, and it is impossible for those prey who died in his hands to stand up and refute him.

As for being treated as a monster, except for Xia Chen, he never cared about other people's opinions, he didn't show it in front of others, he just disliked trouble.

Sure enough, Xia Chen felt even more distressed, he imagined that Wen Shu pitifully caught a pheasant to drink blood, and was beaten by the pheasant, he frowned and thought for a moment: "Then how often do you want to suck blood? How much do you need to suck at a time?"

Wen Shu was taken aback, not understanding why he asked such a question, thought for a while, and tentatively said: "Maybe it depends on the quality of the blood."

In fact, his demand for blood is not too great now, and the bones are immortal species, and blood is no longer an essential resource for their survival.But for zombies, sucking blood is instinct, so it depends on whether he is willing to suppress himself, whether he can bear it.

Xia Chen shook his wrist that had stopped bleeding: "Then how about mine?"

"What?" Wen Shu asked in surprise.

"How's the quality of my blood? Didn't you drink it just now?" Xia Chen reckoned that Zijian drank 400cc of blood just now, which was worth a blood donation.

But he didn't feel any discomfort. After drinking the water just now, his whole body was hot and his back was covered with sweat. He felt the blood flowing rapidly in his blood vessels, and he desperately wanted to find a hole to burst out.

Although he was embarrassed when he had a nosebleed, his body felt more comfortable. Later, Zijian sucked his blood, and his nosebleed stopped, and his body did not feel the discomfort of excessive blood loss.

Thinking about it this way, that strange water seems to be a good medicine for nourishing blood?Xia Chen thought of something faintly in his mind, but before he had time to think about it, he was interrupted by Wen Shu's answer.

"Yuanbao's blood is naturally very good." The taste is excellent, it couldn't be sweeter, and the blood that suits his taste and fascinates him most in the two lifetimes is nothing like this.To be precise, he had never met such an existence that made him want to stop.

Xia Chen touched his wrist, and a strange sense of pride rose in his heart: "Then how long can you control what you just drank?"

Wen Shu understood instantly, and couldn't believe it for a moment. He looked at Xia Chen hesitantly, and hesitated to speak.

"Say it quickly." Xia Chen pushed his arm to urge him: "If I can afford it, don't go out to suck blood in the future, just suck mine."

He should donate blood, besides, his current physique is much better than before time-traveling, and there is also blood-enriching medicine such as fruit blood. As long as Zi Jian's demand is not too high, he will donate it himself.If not enough, I'm afraid I have to find other blood sources.

Wen Shu stared at Xia Chen intently, his cold heart seemed to be soaked in warm water, which made him feel hot all over. He had imagined many kinds of Xia Chen's reactions after his identity was exposed, and finally made up his mind time and time again. To hide well.

The best possibility he had thought of was not as exciting as it is now. It's hard to say how his Yuanbao could be so good.

"Stupid, talk." It's rare to see Zi Jian, who has always been calm, lose control of his emotions. Xia Chen knows that he is moved, but he is not good at dealing with such situations, and he doesn't want Zi Jian to feel guilty or grateful to him because of this. Kind of emotion, so he teased and nudged Wen Shu's forehead.

"Why?" Wen Shu couldn't figure it out, no matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't understand why Xia Chen made such a decision.

"There's no reason." Xia Chen knew that Wen Shu's sadness and blood-sucking were too easily reminiscent of zombies, and he didn't know how hard he had been hiding these years.

He summoned the spellbook and released the morning glory: "Hey, look at this, we've known each other for 12 years."

In 12 years, he spent most of his life in this life. To be precise, since he was no longer a fool and was able to communicate normally with others, Zijian has participated in almost all of his life.

He didn't know what happened to the other traversers, but Xia Chen knew in his heart that he was very lonely, he was a soul from later generations, and he didn't fit in in this closed and backward ancient dynasty. It turns out that he is a visitor from another world.

Even if he was pregnant, who made him forget to drink that bowl of Mengpo soup.Although Xia Tongban can communicate with him, he is an AI, and he cannot understand many human emotions.

But Zijian is different. The way they bonded is wonderful and interesting. After putting on a little flower demon vest, he can communicate with him unscrupulously. He doesn't have to restrain his thoughts and restrict his language. He can share all his depression, happiness, troubles and happiness with Zijian.

Later, the vest was stripped off, and the two had gotten used to that way of communication. It was Zijian who accompanied him through the long and lonely time, allowing him to gradually adapt to this world.

He called him a close friend, but in fact, he had a hypocritical thought in his heart. He felt that he and Zijian were friends who could truly communicate with each other.

He only dared to think about these words in his heart, and he must be embarrassed to say them.

"After so many years of friendship, there is no reason."

Wen Shu covered her eyes and suddenly smiled, yes, there are so many reasons.

"You haven't said how long my blood can last." Xia Chen asked again.

With such delicious blood, Wen Shu naturally wanted to drink more, but this was his family's ingot, and he was reluctant to give it up, so he hesitated to give a number: "If there are so many today, three months will be enough."

Xia Chen silently calculated that the interval between blood donations is six months, but he has a good physique, and he still has fruit blood, three months is enough, and he can barely afford it.

But he lost so much blood at one time, he always felt a little uncomfortable, he thought for a while, and then asked: "Do I have to inhale so much at one time? Is it okay to inhale a little less each time?"

Very good!Delicacy can be tasted many times, of course it is the best.

Wen Shu nodded quickly, rubbed his hands secretly and said: "Yes, in fact, just a little every day is enough."

Xia Chen looked at his wrist in distress. Although the small blood hole pierced by Wen Shu's canine had stopped bleeding, the wound was still there. If he sucked it every day, would he still be able to see his wrist?

"This..." Wen Shu hesitated for a moment, held Xia Chen's wrist, and looked at him curiously when he saw that he didn't refuse, no longer hesitated, lowered his head and covered his lips.

Xia Chen only felt a wet, slippery touch on his wrist, and when Wen Wenshu raised his head, the wound on his wrist had disappeared without a trace.

"Okay!" Xia Chen looked back and forth curiously, and rubbed it with his fingers to confirm that the bite wound on his wrist was really gone.

"Is this okay?" Wen Shu looked at Xia Chen tenderly. He is now full of tenderness, and his affection for Xia Chen has soared to an incredible level.

"That's great." Xia Chen happily approached Wen Shu, just about to ask why this is, when cheerful footsteps approached, followed by a hasty knock on the door: "Uncle, are you there?"

Hearing Brother Nan's voice, Xia Chen reflexively replied: "Yes."

Brother Nan pushed open the door, walked in and said loudly: "Wang Chen asked me to bring you the remaining fruit blood potion, saying that you want... Uncle, what happened to your face? !" Chapter 109

Xia Chen rubbed his aching forehead, while Brother Nan stood in front of him and carefully peeked at him, "Uncle, I'll get you a basin of water."

Xia Chen was so angry that his head was dizzy, this unlucky boy, he said that the water in the two bamboo tubes tasted like mixed fruit juice, it was his fruit blood medicine.

At the beginning, because the fruit blood was only used directly, there would be overflow of healing, and it was not worthwhile to use a whole fruit for some less serious injuries, so Xia Chen took some fruit blood and diluted it with water to make a potion for use.

On the way home, after many experiments, they found that after the fruit blood was diluted into a syrup, there would be a certain shelf life requirement, and after a while, it would become useless water. Porcelain bottles and jade bottles have the best preservation effect. When Xia Chen was collecting supplies, he even went to the pharmacy to find bottles for the medicine.

Because Wangchen knows some medical skills, he has always played the role of a doctor in their team, and these medicines are all placed in his place.A few days ago, Wangchen found Xia Chen and told him that the remaining potion in his hand was not used up, and that it was about to expire and lose its efficacy, and asked him what to do.

Now the environment is relatively comfortable, and no one is injured and needs fruit blood potions. Xia Chen thought about it, and then came up with a way. He wanted to try to use these potions to grow magical seeds, and see if he could grow any more healing mutations. plant.

It just so happened that Wangchen followed Xu He to the Taoist temple on the mountain and didn't know what to do, so he let this matter go.

Today, Brother Nan said to find Xu He when he went out, and brought these two bamboo tubes of water when he came back, Xia Chen subconsciously thought that Xu He came to give it to him.

After the fruit blood turns into water, it is as colorless as clear water. Xia Chen has never tasted it before, and he used to pack it in small porcelain bottles. This time, Wangchen took two bamboo tubes from Xu Helai to deliver it to him. He poured it all together, so he misunderstood the following things.

No wonder he drank the Nosebleed Hurricane and drank the strong blood tonic by himself, so it's strange that he didn't have a nosebleed.

"Go away, don't bother me." Xia Chen was still angry with Brother Nan, "Deliver the medicine as soon as it is delivered, why are you making a gesture to drink water?"

If Brother Nan hadn't compared that gesture, he wouldn't have poured it into his mouth recklessly.

Brother Nan said aggrievedly, "That medicine is for drinking, and the sweet taste is quite good."

The more he spoke, the lower his voice became, and finally it gradually disappeared in Xia Chen's death ray. Although he didn't know why his uncle's face was covered with blood, he probably guessed that it had something to do with the medicine he sent.

"Okay, you go out and get me a basin of water." Xia Chen hadn't finished speaking. After Brother Nan came in, the door of the room that was not closed was pushed open, and a small head came in. "Uncle, mother told you to eat La"

The young mother was sent over to call for food, but she saw her uncle's face covered in blood at a glance, she was startled for a moment, turned around and shouted, "Mother, uncle is bleeding!"

This voice caused trouble, Xia Chen was yelled back and forth by his mother and sister-in-law, and after Nan Ge'er was found out, his mother pressed his butt on the stone table in the yard with a broom.

A young man who was almost 20 years old was spanked in front of his little sister, he lost all face, and was so ashamed that he even brought food to the room to eat.

Xia Chen, who bled a lot, was booed and greeted, including Xia Chen's nosebleeds all over his clothes at that time, and the blood-stained warm beam around his mouth, all of which were thought to be implicated by Xia Chen's family, and received a lot of guilty greetings.

There was only a small half of the two bamboo tubes of fruit blood left, and before it could be used, Xia Chen received good news from Xia Tongban that the magical seeds he had planted had finally mutated again.

After the apocalypse, the mutation probability of magical seeds has increased significantly, but since he started planting seeds collected from mutated plants, the magical seeds planted in the gap time have not mutated again, probably because mutated plant seeds must mutate to lower the magical seed mutation The probability.

He planted the mutated magical seed this morning, and it still doesn’t look like it. With full of anticipation, Xia Chen planted the magical seed again on the unmutated magical land, and replanted the remaining fruit blood. Potion poured on it.

Of course, the waiting time in the middle was not wasted. During the period, Mr. Meng came to discuss the establishment of the elementary school in the village. Xia Chen told him his thoughts, including the requirements for teaching content.

Mr. Meng understands very well that he is not the kind of stubborn old antique. Of course he understands that under the current conditions, it is unreliable to let students study the Four Books and Five Classics.

"If you have a gifted child, Mr. Meng might as well teach it. If Mr. Weekdays is free, can you make a copy of the books you remember for collection?" Xia Chen thought of the scholar he met at the inn on the way home. It's not that there is no way for scholars to survive, but if you want to be like them, talent, hard work, courage and courage are all indispensable.

"Learning these things now won't delay them." Mr. Meng felt very sad. After studying all his life, he was also the number one scholar who was famous in the imperial capital, but now he dare not pass on the knowledge.

Xia Chen told him what he saw on the road, and said, "This world will restore peace one day. If we completely abandon that knowledge now, wouldn't there be a cultural gap for future generations? How to find the root and trace the source?"

Mr. Meng's heart was surging when he heard it, and he said excitedly, "I never thought that a scholar really has such supernatural power."

Xia Chen smiled lightly and said, "I think it's better to say it's literary spirit. If a scholar is upright, ghosts and gods will not be afraid. But I think they need a large scale before they can retreat from zombies and ward off ghosts and evil spirits."

"Okay, okay, this is excellent." Mr. Meng left happily, and started preparing for the school with Meng Mingjun.

Brother Dong was sent by Xia Chen to help them. He is the eldest son and grandson of the Xia family. He is very talkative in the village.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for the school to be built. The school building was allocated by Xia Chen. He deliberately found a large open space in a secluded place at the head of the village. With Liu Jiao around, it couldn't be easier to build a square stone house. Now that there are fewer students, Only two large rooms were converted into classrooms.

Tables, chairs and benches will not be ready for a while. The Tian family's original table and the Xia family also took their own table and put it on top. Xia Chen ordered a batch of tables and chairs from the carpenter in the village. The modern primary school with table buckets.

As for the husband, the original plan was to have only Mr. Meng, and he alone is enough for those simple knowledge.

But after chatting with Wang Chen, Xia Chen went to Meng's house and successfully persuaded another Mrs. Meng.Wang Chen knows a little bit about medicine, but it's really just a little bit. The one who really knows medicine is Mrs. Meng. It is said that her nanny was a famous doctor in her ancestors. After some twists and turns, that medical skill was passed to Mrs. Meng.

The point of Wang Chenhui was when Mrs. Meng was not married, he learned a little bit along with it. Thanks to his cleverness and good memory, he learned a little bit from other senior brothers in the monastery.

Mrs. Xia Chentuomeng taught the children some basic medical skills, simple bandaging and disinfection, how to treat headaches and brain fever, how to identify common herbs, etc., are some survival skills.

In addition, the students also have a martial arts class, Wangchen Teaching.

Wen Shu told Xia Chen earlier that Wang Chen's martial arts are extremely orthodox, and he should have been trained by a martial arts family since he was a child. But as far as he knows, Mrs. Meng's natal family is also a scholarly family, and others don't want to say that he is not good at it. Ask, just pretend not to know.

Wang Chen was soft-hearted and easy to talk, Xia Chen asked him to teach children martial arts and fitness, he agreed without much refusal.

The school went smoothly. After the establishment of Mengxue, Xia Chen asked Dong Geer to inform the village that the villagers were willing to send their children to school, as long as they were educated like their family.

After setting up the children, Xia Chen came up with a young and strong idea again. He knew that Wen Shu knew the art of war, so he chose a night specially. He proposed to ask Wen Shu to help him train Sun Heihu and the young people in the village.

Sun Heihu and the others were born bandits, they are more brave than witty, and they know nothing about other tactics of war.Such a group of heroes, it would be useless to ask them to go up the mountain every day to collect some pheasants and hares.

There was no time or opportunity on the way, now that they have settled down, Xia Chen wanted to practice hard and train them to look good.

Fortunately, Xia Chen picked a good time, just after sucking the blood warm beam, he was very talkative, Xia Chen begged with a soft voice on purpose, with a pitiful look that he could do nothing if Wen Shu didn't help him, and Wen Shu really convinced him.

For Wen Shu, military training is a trivial matter. When he was at the border, he didn't go to be a soldier. He brought out all the elite soldiers.Later, he became boneless, and he was so bored that he trained the zombie army for the zombie king who became the emperor. He can practice zombies who are unconscious, let alone dozens of young and strong.

But when it's time to ask for benefits, you still have to ask for it, and Wen Shu agreed, and pestered Xia Chen, changing the side of his neck for him to bite.

Afterwards, Xia Chen clutched his itchy neck, his heart beating like a drum, and he always felt as if he heard the sound of something breaking.

Zhe Liu was taken by Wen Shu to help him, he was too lazy to communicate with people, Zhe Liu was a ready-made ladder.Xia Chen guessed this early in the morning, so he simply didn't arrange tasks for Zhe Liu.

When Sun Heihu and his team heard that Xia Chen wanted him to train, they were all very active. They were willing to try any method that could make them stronger.

Moreover, Wen Shu's force value is obvious to all, and everyone knows that he doesn't want to talk to people, so he is willing to teach them. These people are surprised and moved. Thinking that Master Wen looks cold, he is actually quite warm-hearted.

Except for people like Sun Heihu, young adults from other villages are also welcome to train together if they are willing, but Xia Chen said in advance that after joining, they cannot quit casually, and they have to listen to the announcement in the future.

I was already busy with spring plowing, but there were two other requirements. After some people were tempted, they gradually retreated. In the end, only Brother Dong, a few cousins ​​and nephews of the Yao family, and the junior brother Meng Mingjun and the three brothers in the village and Brother Dong Good young people who have fun join in.

After all the miscellaneous matters were settled, Xia Chen's mutated plants had grown up. When he entered the space, Xia Chen smiled pleasantly at the thick trees that were several meters high and could not be hugged by a person.

It really made his wish come true. The mutated plants grown this time have no other functions, just the same. They are as hard as iron, durable and durable, and they are simply defensive weapons.