"Furball grass?" The beasts all looked at her with some confusion, they really didn't know what this hairball grass was.

Ji Nuan pointed to a cluster of withered yellow ball-shaped grass under a hill on the left: "That is hairball grass, find more." ”

Hearing this, the beasts nodded, turned around and went to collect, although the hairball grass around them was relatively scattered, but there were really a lot, and after a while they collected a lot.

The beasts got on their backs again and walked towards the sandy area just now.

Mao Mao and Hall stopped at a distance, and Ji Nuan and Xiu Yan flew a few times to transport all the collected hairball grass to the red scorpion.

Then he threw down the torch he had just lit, and the torch was soaked in animal oil, and it burned brightly.

When it encounters the dry and easy hairball grass, it spreads instantly, and as the fire expands, there is a crackling sound on the sand, like the sound of something being roasted and bursting.

It should be the corpses of those red scorpions.

It wasn't until all the hairball grass and the corpses of the red scorpion were burned that Ji Nuan and Xiu Yan fell.

The color of the sand is a little darker, which contrasts sharply with the clean golden yellow of the surroundings.

"Brother Xiuyan, call them over, let's collect and leave quickly, who knows if there will be other insects coming."

Xiu Yan nodded, and then raised his head and let out a loud wolf howl.

After a while, Hall and the others came on camels.

"Hall, Kase, Noz, take down all the knotted tree pots from the camels you are riding, and collect the branches and leaves of the thorn fruit."

The three beasts jumped off the hunchback, and quickly took the empty knotted tree jar to the place where Ji Nuan was standing.

Ji Nuan pulled out a short knife from his waist, and then carefully dug a small hole in the middle of the cactus.

But she didn't immediately draw her knife, and turned to look at Hall: "Hall Witch Doctor, which one of the knotty tree jars is coming." ”

Hall nodded, picked up a knotted tree jar, opened the stopper on it, and handed it over.

Ji Nuan didn't answer: "Aim the mouth of the tank at this small hole, there will be juice flowing out of it in a while, you have to connect it, don't waste it." ”

Hall, who had experienced thirst and hunger, nodded solemnly, if he wasted a little drink at this time, the beast god would not forgive him.

After several beasts tried it in turn, and after becoming familiar with the method of collecting the juice, Ji Nuan stopped caring about it, handed over the matter to them, and walked to the side to take a crisp sweet fruit and nibble on it.

It took them all the time to drain the sap from the three thorn berries before filling the empty jar of knotted trees.

The stinging fruit, which had no juice, was cut down by several beasts, but the roots remained there, and the flesh could be taken away as food.

Xiu Yan cut two cacti that did not let go of the juice, because it was along the root system, so no juice was exposed.

The beasts rested here for a while, and when they had eaten and drunk enough, they embarked on a new journey.

A few days later, Ji Nuan was extremely glad of his decision, they had been gone for five days, except for the desert being a desert, and they had not seen a trace of green.

Even the hairball grass that could be seen occasionally before is gone.

Ji Nuan's daily pleasure now is to teach Xiu Yan to read and write, and she smiled like a gratified old aunt at his progress.

Hall, on the other hand, repeated the life of sleeping and eating and sleeping every day, and grew back the meat they had lost before.