Chapter 33: I prefer to pretend to be people
No matter what Yu Tang thinks, Xu Zhizhi doesn't care.
She was now hungry and weak, so she almost ate the little cowardly bag alive.
I've been hungry for a long time, and when I see an ugly rabbit casually, I feel that my appetite is greatly enhanced......
Thinking of the small bag, Xu Zhizhi immediately took it out of his pocket and threw it on the ground.
"Whew!"
The small round body threw itself on the ground and let out a miserable scream.
It was completely woken up by its master, its short paws kept pounding the ground, and it cried with tears in the corners of its eyes: "Master, you can't be gentle with your loyal male subordinates~"
Xu Zhizhi continued to walk outside the cave, not buying its account, "You are a spirit body, is it useful for you to be gentle?" ”
The body maintained by the ability is not likely to feel pain.
"Humph!"
Ruthless hosts!
The bag was ruthlessly punctured by Xu Zhizhi, and he erected his little claws hatefully, and got up more and more bravely to follow.
When one of the older and one small came to the door of the cave, they immediately heard the cold wind howling outside.
"It seems to be cold, master?"
"yes." The tone is not so sure.
One is a spirit pet, and the other has a special ability, and he can't fully feel the coldness of this winter night.
Xu Zhizhi turned out the cloth bag and used his ability to give birth to two carrots for the bag.
"Master, you are really a good master who keeps his promises, and you are better looking than all the carrots I have ever seen, Mo Mo Da~"
Bao Bao hugged two carrots that were taller than him, and happily patted the fresh and refined sycophants.
It's just that Xu Zhizhi is tired of hearing this sycophancy.
She glared at it angrily, "Eat yours, and drag me a few vines over when you're done." ”
"Okay~"
The bag that was raised by the owner with carrots is so unproductive!
After sending the bag, Xu Zhizhi picked and chose in the cloth bag, and finally picked out winter bamboo shoots and tomato seeds.
She first used her ability to give birth to tomatoes, only to see that the small flat seeds in her palm were less than the size of sesame seeds, and at a speed visible to the naked eye, they sprouted long branches and produced green leaves, and then branched and multiplied.
In less than 10 seconds, it grew into a green plant about half a meter tall.
When it reaches its height limit, it no longer grows, but gives birth to tender yellow stamens from the branches, which go from budding to blooming and then decaying.
Just in the blink of an eye.
Then, the green fruit grows from the flower bones, from the lack of nails at the beginning, until it grows into a fist.
The fruit gradually turns from green to red until it ripens.
The whole process takes less than a minute.
The bag that came back from dragging the rattan witnessed the entire growth cycle of this tomato.
Looking at the fruitful red fruits on the branches, at least a dozen of them have borne a dozen, and they are all full of dripping.
Once again, it was glad that it had followed its master.
Well, there is food to eat with the master.
After Xu Zhizhi gave birth to tomatoes, he sat down on the spot, directly reached out and picked two, and sent them to his mouth.
Her mouth was filled with sweetness and tenderness, and she felt like she was alive again.
When you're hungry, you can really eat anything.
After eating both tomatoes, she picked another one and ate it again.
After eating three times in a row, Xu Zhizhi felt full.
At this time, the bag had a bad premonition, and it stared at the bunch of fatter tomatoes on the ground with its mung bean eyes, "Master, what should I do with the rest?" ”
"You eat."
The bag wrinkled his furry little face, "...... I'm going to die. ”
"It's like you're going to be hungry if you don't eat."
The spirit pet does not die or live, nor is it hungry or tired.
But this spiritual pet of the Xu Zhi family likes to pretend to be people.
The bag that transformed into Yang Bailao sang with a bitter face: "Little cabbage, yellow in the ground, two or three years old, no mother...... Oh! ”
With a scream, it had been knocked to the ground with a kick.