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After adjusting the dagger to the most suitable size and weight for herself, she grabbed and played with it for a while, making sure that it would not be uncomfortable, so she cast a magic spell and sneaked out of the cave.

The needle-tailed horn vine was bathing in the moonlight cultivation, and the densely grown branches were scattered, falling softly to the ground.

Shi Mian transported the spiritual power to her eyes, lest the night was too thick and she accidentally stepped on which one.

She didn't go straight to the rhizome, but spit out a cloud of white mist, wrapped it in her hand, picked the gap and landed, and walked around the whole pintail horn vine, not even the place next to the stone wall.

I don't know if it's the reason for the white mist, Shi Mian bent down to pick it up, and directly pinched the branches in his hands, and the needle tail horn vine didn't notice it, and cultivated by himself.

Every time she picked up a few branches, she separated a wisp of white mist, braided them, and tied them together. After walking around, the needletail vine was like a girl who had just combed her pigtails, and the branches were neatly braided and spread around the rhizome for a week, and the white mist was the tenacious head rope, and the branches were thick and tough, and they were also tied tightly.

Shi Mian looked at the results of his efforts, smiled with satisfaction, and pinched his chin to look at it again.

Let's comb your bun again!

The white mist on her hands seemed to be limited, and there were so many things that could be wrapped around her hands that they were already very thin.

Carefully tugging at a few braids, Shi Mian slowly combed the needletail horn vine into a bun.

When the east of the sky turned white, Kakuto was about to come out of his cultivation, ready to rest and rest, and take the sun to refine his cultivation for a while.

Shi Mian just used the last wisp of white mist to fix his body at this time.

She wasn't worried at all that Kakuto found out about her appearance, kicked her legs, and tiptoed for too long, at this time her legs were already sore and unbearable, and she massaged the meridians on her legs with some spiritual power, feeling the heat of her legs gradually surging, Shi Mian squinted comfortably, and looked up and down at the beautiful needle-tail horn vine that was dressed up by herself.

I saw a large bract made of branches coiled on the not very thick rhizome of the pintail horn vine.

Not to mention, Shi Mian's craftsmanship is really good, this bun is delicate, although it is too big.

If the exposed rhizome was taken as the girl's head, the bun would be three times larger than the skull, and the original dark green rhizome could not bear the weight, and was folded white, and a layer of spiritual grass juice appeared on the surface, and it was about to break.

Shi Mian saw that it was holding on, so he went up and mended a knife. As soon as the refined dagger touched the stem, the rhizome was overwhelmed and automatically cracked out of the cut surface, and the whole one fell down, and the cut surface was pitted, and a layer of blood-red juice quickly emerged.

A terrible scream immediately sounded in Shi Mian's thoughts, stabbing her head painfully. Holding his head for a while, the hiss faded away.

She released her divine sense and carefully swept the vine three times to make sure that there was no wood spirit on it, and then waved her hand to recall the white mist that bound the vine.

As soon as the white mist left, the branches suddenly scattered, crooked and lifeless on the ground.

The white mist came back one by one, and finally merged into a ball on Shi Mian's hand, vaguely and flickered a few times, and finally fixed into the shape of a cute little rabbit.

Shi Mian squinted his eyes, and said with a smile: "Thank you for your hard work, stuffy~"

Ate the stuffy dun in three or two bites, this familiar taste, Shi Mian held his face intoxicated, twisted for a while, and then stood up to collect the vines.

The needletail horn vine was dead, and the rough skin defense on the surface was low, she took the dagger, cut the branches into sections, stacked them neatly, and put them into the Qiankun bag.

Of course, as a poor person, she couldn't bear to waste the spirit grass juice that occasionally dripped during the process of crushing the corpse, and filled it with an empty jade bottle without falling to the ground, and covered it with a stopper. This is a good thing, it can be used as a talisman ink or an elixir material, even if you drink it directly, it also has the effect of healing and tonifying spirits.

After doing everything, she didn't care about the fart on her body, propped her head and snickered, she almost wanted to kiss herself.

"This ...... What the hell is going on? The water lily, who had been stunned since just now, asked in disbelief. What did this guy do? Needletail horned vine in the foundation building period, just died? Just died without any resistance?

"Hey~" Shi Mian smiled, and his nostrils almost didn't go up to the sky.

She was able to go so smoothly thanks to the white mist in her hand, that is, the stuffy dun.

It stands to reason that this stuffy mound should not exist a long time ago, it is originally a cloud and mist, even if it is eaten into the body, it will immediately disperse as water vapor and return to heaven and earth.

But Shi Mian was angry that the potatoes didn't vomit when they ate them, so he played a prank on them, and didn't let the stuffy ones go out, but guided them to feed the potatoes.

The potato guy used to come and didn't refuse, so he swallowed it, Shi Mian wanted to tease it, but seeing that it didn't react, he gradually forgot about the stubble.

It wasn't until the potatoes sprouted, and the sprouts grew stronger and stronger, that Shi Mian realized that the sprouts were actually wrapped in a layer of white mist!

I thought it was because the potatoes were too sloppy and made her cubs moldy, but she found that the white mist was a cloud structure, and if she spit it out of the dantian, it would turn back into a rabbit.

After thinking about it several times, Shi Mian determined that this was the stuffy dun that she fed the potato, but the potato didn't seem to be able to digest it, so it had been in the body, and after the buds grew, it was also discharged along the way.

Shi Mian played with it curiously, but as soon as he took it, he felt a numbness, and his hands were completely unconscious, even if he took a knife to make an opening on it, he didn't feel any pain at all. But after a moment of throwing the stuffy mound away, the senses returned.

Shi Mian pondered, probably because the potato still had the potato poison she cultivated in her previous life, and the stuffy dun slipped around the potato's body, and also brought a little potato poison characteristics, but it was far from the level of poison, but it could only temporarily paralyze the senses.

The needletail horn vine is indeed not afraid of poison, and any kind of poison can be digested by the grass and wood family, but this does not mean that the poison is not effective against them, not to mention that it is not even poisonous.

So Shi Mian took advantage of the characteristic of stuffy dun'er to paralyze the senses of the needletail horn vine, combed it in a bun, pressed its most fragile rhizome, and crushed himself to death.

To say, the needletail horn vine was not unaware later, but it was just tied up with a dull mound, and it only had an attack method that entangled people, and this time the branches were unconscious and couldn't move, but it was not just waiting for death?

This way of death is really aggrieved.

The grass and trees have few means, and the loopholes in the foundation building period are also easy to drill, just like Shimian and water lilies at the beginning, it is not that the cultivation is not how to collect sound, it is really a monotonous means, and there is no body of cultivation, but there is only mermaid meat.

After listening to this, the water lily was silent for a long time before she commented lightly: "Eat and vomit, vomit and eat, not only are you pitiful, you are also so disgusting." ”

“……”

The expected compliment didn't come, but it was such a thing that looked like a mockery but not like it.

Shi Mian was stunned for a moment, thought about it, and said this...... It seems to be disgusting indeed.

Well, for her who had bathed in the, this disgusting was nothing more important than a very useful snack that could be reproduced indefinitely.

It's a lot of fun.

Seeing this, the water lily just sighed, this guy will never be able to use endless cleverness, and there are endless small means, and he doesn't know whether it is good or bad.

Shi Mian was still complacent, humming a little song in a good mood, cleaned up here, took advantage of the sunrise, and wantonly let go of her divine sense, which could stretch for hundreds of miles, and found the surrounding Terran monk towns.

The horned vine corpse on her body, she can't wait to change it to a spirit stone~