The baby's wish has come true, and the baby is also a farmer, so open~( ̄▽ ̄~)~.

"Ginseng fruit, can I take a look at the farm now?" Tang Qiuxue looked at him starryly.

"The host is whatever you want, anyway, you only have a day to rest, as for how to use it, it's the host's business."

Tang Qiuxue bit her fingers and said embarrassedly, "How do you use it?" ”

Oh, I'm so angry, I've never seen such a stupid one: "It's okay to think about it in my heart." ”

"Hey~"

Seeing that the ginseng fruit disappeared, Tang Qiuxue had no choice but to give up, "Hmph, the baby will study it by himself." ”

According to the ginseng fruit, thinking about the Splendid Farm, a space suddenly appeared in front of him, in which birds and flowers were fragrant, and all kinds of vegetables, fruits, and livestock stayed in their area, and everywhere was full of vitality.

Tang Qiuxue looked at the delicate red apples, and her greedy saliva was about to flow down. Thinking of this, she suddenly appeared in the apple grove, picked an apple, took a bite, and the sweet taste spread between her mouths.

sighed happily: "This is the farm, so happy." ”

I didn't have time to take a closer look, after finding that I could put things on the farm, Tang Qiuxue began to get busy, hehehe, the things that the baby secretly hid in the two mission worlds were still relieved to put them on a private farm.

When Tang Qiuxue finished moving the mountains of miscellaneous things, she was so tired that she didn't even want to move her fingers, so she lay on the bed and smashed her mouth, and fell asleep in a daze.

While she was asleep, the things that were scattered all over the farm suddenly moved one by one, as if someone had commanded them, and they were sorted and placed neatly in turn.

。。。。。。

A beam of light suddenly flew towards a steep mountain peak that had been surrounded by smoke all year round, and flew straight to the highest peak, and was finally grasped by a gray-haired old man in the palm of his hand.

Originally, it was just a beam of light, but in the old man's hand, it slowly transformed into the appearance of a small human being, and when he looked closely, the villain was quietly closed at this time, lying in the palm of the old man's hand.

If Tang Qiuxue was also at this time, he would find that the pocket villain in the old man's palm had a similar appearance to Lin Shujie, but he was more holy than Lin Shujie.

At this time, the old man shook his hands and threw the pocket villain in his hand to a bamboo house behind him, don't look at this is just a simple bamboo house, but the bamboo used to build the bamboo house is an ancient purple bamboo with a gathering spirit, any one, if it is left outside, it will be fried to a sky-high price, but at this moment, it is a waste for people to use so many ancient purple bamboos just to build an ordinary bamboo house.

In the bamboo house, streams of spirits visible to the naked eye are constantly entwining, nourishing the people lying on the bed. A man in a black robe was lying there, although he didn't open his eyes, there was a majesty on his body, which made people feel awe.

The delicate face with a sharp cut, the sexy thin lips, and a pair of peach blossom eyes are tightly closed, which makes people want to see what kind of brilliance will be in those eyes when he opens them.

The pocket villain appeared in front of the man, and after a closer look, the man on the bed was actually very similar to him, and suddenly the pocket villain's whole body bloomed, turning into light and drilling into the man's body, the man's fingers on the bed seemed to move, and it seemed to be just an illusion, he was still just lying there quietly.

When the pocket villain and the man were completely integrated, the old man outside the house sighed: "Now that these three souls have returned to their main body and re-integrated, the next world will only be more difficult, and whether you can reshape the divine body and refine the divine soul to return to the divine realm depends on these last seven spirits." ”

"The Seven Spirits are not as good as the Three Souls, and whether you can succeed or not depends on your own creation."

After the old man finished speaking, his sharp eyes were filled with sadness and longing, looking into the distance, but there was nothing here except white smoke, as if he was looking at something through the smoke.

Finally, he sighed again and looked back at the bamboo hut behind him that had been banned by various restrictions, and disappeared in place, leaving only the sigh that still lingered for a long time.

When the surroundings were quiet again, no one would notice it except for the smoky bamboo huts.