I still remember seeing a joke on the Internet before, which is said to be someone's biological experience.

One of his friends disappeared for several years and couldn't be contacted, but when he finally got in touch and called out for a reunion.

At the dinner table, the blogger asked his friend where he had been in the past few years? Why can't I get in touch all the time.

My friend replied: "Bad luck, when a patient ran out of the mental hospital, I went to see it and was arrested together." ”

"They gave me injections every day, gave me medicine every day, and underwent brutal rehabilitation training, and I just yelled that I was wronged, but no one believed me."

My friend looked at the blogger gloomily: "I knew that the appeal was ineffective, so I pretended to be mentally ill, honestly took injections, took medicine, and behaved well." ”

"I exercised every day so that I could resist the ravages of those drugs, actively underwent various tests, and finally was released the day before yesterday."

"And what are you going to do in the future?" The blogger asked.

The friend smiled strangely and drank a glass of wine: "I want to burn down that mental hospital now." ”

The blogger thought the other party was joking, so he ignored it, and the next day came the news of the explosion of the mental hospital......

The blogger doesn't know if the friend is really mentally ill or if he is being tortured and crazy in a mental hospital.

This paragraph illustrates one thing, when everyone thinks you are, even if you try to speak, others will only think that you are that person.

"Come, eat!"

In the small room, Mu took out some melons, fruits and plants, and everyone ate them together.

Wang Sheng is different, there is that white meat in his fruit, which is fragrant, which is the standard every day.

"Grandpa Mu eats."

He pinched the meat onto the leaves in front of the old man.

There were no bowls, and at this time there was not even the concept of bowls, and it was not long ago that the use of leaves to serve food became popular.

"Qing'er, you eat." Mu put the meat in front of Wang Sheng again: "You are growing your body now, you just want to eat more of this, next year, I will ask Miao Zhuang in the tribe to teach you to cultivate." ”

They thought that Wang Sheng could already learn to cultivate after this period of recuperation.

Regarding this, Wang Sheng was noncommittal.

After eating melons and fruits, the trees fell into darkness, and the Wu clan did not have any nightlife to sleep, and they went to bed early.

Although they are already immortals, they still have to eat, and they don't know why.

You must know that even if he is a half-step Jindan now, he can go without eating for a long time.

On the second day, they allowed Wang Sheng to wander around, but not far from the tribe.

It is said that there are demon tribes outside the tribe who feed on witches.

Wang Sheng was surprised, he hadn't encountered any demon clans in the flood wilderness for thousands of years, why did they seem to have a lot of demon clans in their mouths?

However, since he could stay away from the tree house, he was also happy, and quickly rushed out of the house as soon as Mu and Fan left.

I didn't go through the door, but walked through the gap next to it.

There are many such treehouses next to it, and they are full of witches.

In a year, Mu and the Brahman were good, and they won the friendship of the surrounding witches, so even Wang Sheng, who was adopted, was familiar to everyone.

"Qing Wazi, what are you doing running out, be careful of being bitten by demon beasts."

The witch next door walked outside the room to bask in the sun and laughed when she saw Wang Sheng.

The witch seemed to be called Pu Li, and her face looked like a python, saying that the demon beast had eaten him, and Wang Sheng preferred to believe that she had eaten herself.

However, this person is still very good, he is usually called Aunt Li, and from time to time he brings himself fruits to eat.

In just one year here, Wang Sheng ate a large amount of spiritual fruit and spiritual grass containing rich spiritual energy, and the quality of spiritual energy in his body was extremely high, and the three stones did not appear for a long time to polish his spiritual power.

Although it is still a foundation, its strength has grown again.

"Grandpa Mu said, I can come out to play." Wang Sheng raised his head and tried his best to pretend that a child was showing off.

This must be pretended, even if it is found out that he is not a witch in the future, it doesn't matter, because he is not a demon clan, and he is half a witch when he grows up in the witch clan, so his life will not be in danger.

"Haha, the green baby has grown up." Aunt Li smiled, and then Wang Sheng left and did not continue to chat.

He made his way to the woods, and on the way, he peeked quietly into another small tree house.

The treehouse swayed and swayed from time to time with a soothing woman, apparently playing with the indescribable.

This is a pair of young witches, the male is more than seven meters tall, but the female is only about three meters, which is relatively petite.

The male witch is from the Zhurong tribe, but the woman is from the Houtu tribe, and such a huge difference in size can be very hilarious.

Moreover, the thing was huge, but the woman's voice did not show any pain, but was tactful and joyful.

Through the cracks in the trees, Wang Sheng could faintly see the fierce thing.

"Oh my God! Offend public decency! ”

He pouted, then hurried into the woods to begin his felling plan.

He's been upset with the treehouse for a long time, okay? You can see it when you walk in, and it's a small movie without a horse.

He decided to build a treehouse in the next few days, not with tree branches.

During the year, many of the trees in the treehouse died, the leaves fell out, and the gap suddenly became wider.

For this, the wood is generally just uprooted and re-plugged by the tree.

Wang Sheng wants to rebuild, and don't put up with the risk of running out at any time!

In addition to this, there is another important reason for reconstruction.

That is, when he was wrapped in swaddling clothes, one day a dead branch of the tree house broke, and slammed into his face, which was unable to move.

Almost disfigured!

Since then, he has also quietly gone out to rebuild the treehouse, but every time he is found by the neighbors next to him, he is forced to stuff him back into the treehouse.

Take Aunt Li as an example, I don't know how many times I plugged him.

Today, it is finally possible to rebuild the treehouse.

Come to the woods, this is the side of the tribe, and everyone will hardly come and cut down the trees until the house falls.

Oh no, it's a tree pulling.

These numbers are often uprooted by them, so they are not in the mood to cut them.

This is cheap Wang Sheng, I saw him quietly touch and release a fragment from the Qiankun Ring.

"! Suffocate me! ”

As soon as the fragments of Xuan Jian came out, he scolded: "His grandmother's, the two witch clans are so scared that the labor and capital leaders dare not take the risk." ”

He turned around and found that he was no longer in the tribe, and tonnage urged: "Boy, if you don't leave now, when will you stay?" ”

If you don't leave, you can help me cut down dozens of trees first.

Will Wang Sheng go? No!

Eating melons and fruits with abundant spiritual power and the meat of demon generals every day, which fool is willing to go?

Before becoming an immortal, Wang Sheng didn't want to go out and be eaten by the demon clan.

"Cut down trees, why?"

Xuan Jian Fragment was full of confusion, not knowing what cutting down trees had to do with escaping.

"What do you care about so much, cut it quickly, and when I break through the golden pill, I will refine a good body for you!"

He commanded, and had absolute domination over the Xuan Sword fragments in terms of refining weapons.

(End of chapter)