In the bottom of the sea, Yang Gan's body swam around in the coral reef like a swimming fish, and occasionally saw a cluster of fluorescent grass, so he hurried over, and with one paw down, he dug it down completely with the roots, and divided it into several small clusters in three or two.

Growing on the seabed is a technical task, and it is much more difficult than on land. Places with undercurrents must be avoided; It will not take long to plant it in the loose sediment on the seabed and it will be washed away; If there is too little sediment in the crevices of the stones, it will definitely not work, and even if you barely stuff it in, you will not live long.

With a thirty-meter body and a pair of sharp claws that slaughtered countless lives, now he has to do such a job as planting grass, which is basically no different from being tortured.

And this kind of torture, Yang Qian has been persisting for two or three years, and he has become so skilled in this work that he can't be more proficient.

A claw picks up a stone to completely expose the roots of a cluster of fluorescent grass, and transplanting a branch plant on the ocean floor will not allow its roots to carry soil. However, even something that can be cultivated with such a crude technique as Yang Qian really doesn't need to be so meticulous, anyway, as long as you don't get too many leaves off, you can basically survive.

As soon as the cluster of fluorescent grass was pulled out, a cloud of sediment was also lifted up and scattered into the sea, and suddenly the stones below revealed a jet black. originally thought it was a stone, but it turned out to be meteoric iron, which made Yang Qianle bloom.

Another piece!

In order to send the meteorite up first, this cluster of fluorescent grass was simply brought up for Xiaoqing as food.

Now, the discovery of meteorite iron and its transportation to the beach coast is Yang Gan's only pastime in the process of planting grass.

Like him, he searched almost every inch of the ocean floor while planting grass and searching for meteorites more carefully than he did to look for meteorites. Now on the coast, the accumulation of meteorite is close to reaching triple digits.

These meteorites were all collected by Yang Gan and piled up on an island that he named Meteorite Island, which had been piled up into a small mountain.

In fact, with Yang Gan's eyes, he couldn't tell whether these were meteorites or metal minerals on the bottom of the sea, anyway, when he saw them, he collected them.

If it were possible, he would have preferred to find relics at the bottom of the ocean rather than meteorites. For Xiaoqing's growth, he had to be in this sea area all the time, incarnated as a marine farmer, and became an expert in seaweed planting, and rarely even did adaptation exercises in the deep sea area, let alone looking for relics.

"Woo woo woo ......"

In the sky, a green shadow flew straight towards Yang Qian.

It was Xiaoqing who saw him bring fluorescent grass up.

The little green wing, which has grown to a length of five meters, has a span of six or seven meters, and even in the face of the Aeolian Pterodactyl in the sky, it dares to rely on its flexible body to fight forward. Now its daily activity is to fly between the islands and catch some small fish to eat. Yang Qian even saw that it had caught a shark two or three meters long.

The reason why it is only a little more than five meters now is because Yang Qian provides too little fluorescent grass. However, this situation is about to change, and the fluorescent grasses that were first planted can be harvested after two or three years.

Meteorite Island is already the outermost island of a continuous group of islands, facing the sea on one side, with the coastline on one side and the island group at the back.

Standing next to the hill where meteorites are piled up, looking at the sea between the dotted islands behind me, and thinking about the blue and clear waters, where fluorescent grass is planted everywhere, a sense of accomplishment arises.

"Goo-goo-goo-goo......"

A series of rapid-sounding cries were heard, and then a figure on the surface of the sea flapped its wings desperately, and its claws kicked up and down from time to time, making a splash.

This is the little flying dragon, and now that it has been delicious and drunk for so long, it can finally "fly" with a body length of almost ten meters.

But it was clear that it was the worst in the Cretaceous and would have taken the lead, crashing into trees in the woods, flying on the surface of the sea and falling headlong.

Luckily, in the shallow waters between the islands, there are crocodiles that roam all day long, so there are no larger sea creatures to be found here, otherwise it may not have fed the fish at some point.

"Woo...... Woohoo......"

Seeing the wyvern's clumsy flying posture, Xiaoqing let out a burst of habitual mockery, and after eating up the fluorescent grass, it kicked on the ground, flapped its wings and flew into the air, continuing to laugh at the wyvern below who only dared to fly on the ground and around the island.

"Goo-goo-goo......"

The little dragon let out a cry of disbelief, and began to run along the shore, running, and suddenly leaped on a reef, flapping its wings so hard that it lifted itself off the ground.

Fly!

Seeing that it had finally broken through and successfully raised its flight altitude to a height that exceeded that of the treetops, Yang Qian couldn't help but cheer for it in his heart.

After waiting for a while, seeing that the dragon had not had any more accidents, he re-entered the sea.

In all the shallow sea areas around, the fluorescent grass that can be found should be about the same, and all the places that can be planted have been planted.

Search this area again today, and you can call it a day.

"Woo woo woo ......"

Yang Qianchang, who finally showed the surface of the sea again, let out a sigh of relief, and turned his face up to say hello to the two little guys who flew high and low in the sky.

It's finally done!

In the future, there will be no need to work so hard, as long as these fluorescent grasses take root, and if they pick a few leaves at a time on each cluster, their growth will not be affected at all, and Xiaoqing's food source will finally be guaranteed.

Relaxed!

This is how Yang Qian feels now.

Floating lazily on the sea, the waves rushed in, and Yang Qian, who rose and fell with the waves, seemed to be lying in the cradle.

He suddenly felt that he was quite stupid, because he needed fluorescent grass now, so he had been stupidly burrowing into the sea to plant grass, like a paranoid, even ignoring everything around him. When planting grass, no one forces yourself, so why force yourself to keep working, if you can enjoy it like this for a while, maybe you don't feel like you're being tortured.

It seems that I have lived in the Cretaceous for too long, and my head has become more and more rigid.

Even at this time, when he was lying in the sea and drifting with the current, he wanted to hum a song, but after thinking about it for a long time, he didn't think of what to hum.

Those high-rise cities and bustling crowds have all precipitated into black and white yellowed old photos in memory; Those memories that were once disturbed, prosperous, and colorful seemed to have become a passing cloud, and they were too far away from him.

I can't even think of a song that suits the mood.

Some of the frustrated predators simply left their minds blank and didn't think about anything.

The sea breeze is still blowing, and the waves are still surging.

"Goo-goo-goo......"

"Woo woo woo ......"

The flying dragon, which still only dared to fly high above the sea surface of the island, was finally tired, and when he saw it landing on the island, Xiaoqing let out two mocks, and then folded his wings and let himself fall straight towards the sea like a stone, head down and tail.

"Poof!"

The little guy who fell into the sea wagged his snake-like tail and immediately bit at the fish around him.

This is also one of the ways it fishes, or a kind of game it plays.

First look at the school of fish in the sky, and then fall directly, taking advantage of the panic of the fish to catch their favorite prey. Of course, this kind of predation is not as efficient as killing its prey directly from the air, but if it likes it, there is no way to stop it from playing like this.

Xiao Qingyang, who had taken a fish in his mouth and flew back into the sky, landed in front of the little flying dragon, and began to eat slowly.

For the flying dragon, which is not yet proficient in flight, it wants to catch prey in the sea, and now it can only catch the hapless little fish that have washed up on the shore at high tide.

So in the face of Xiaoqing, who also had wings but could already hunt from the sky, it could only walk towards the center of the island aggrievedly.

In the past, Xiaoqing was still small, and there was nothing to compare to, but now it can't do anything but be silent. Xiaoqing, who had eaten all the food, saw it leave, and immediately called twice, flapped his wings and followed.

Most of the creatures on these islands are only a quarter the size of their counterparts on land, and with the current size of the wyvern, they can already dominate on such an island.

Seeing that it caught a bird dragon as food, Xiaoqing immediately fell, cheekily leaned up and ate it unceremoniously.

The wyvern was clearly used to the guy's cheekiness, and had long since figured out its temper: ignore it when it laughs, ignore it when it shows off, and ignore it when it's cheeky.

In short, the best thing to do is to think of it as invisible and transparent.

The two men quarreled and ate their prey until they were reduced to a skeleton, and then they fought and returned to the shore.

It's high tide!

They saw that the predator had washed up on the shore, and they yelled at him twice, and when he did not respond, they went to play elsewhere.

All the islands here are as familiar as their own gardens, and after playing in the middle of the night, the two little ones find a place to sleep on their own.

Gradually, the whole island fell silent, and only the sound of the tide came and went.

The moonlight was like water, shining on the surface of the sea, and it also shone on Yang Qian, who was lying alone on the beach.

When the moon quietly disappeared, the east lit up the dawn, and then the sun struggled to climb out in the morning glow, Yang Qian woke up.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the newborn sun in the east, and in a trance, he even thought it was the sunset!

It seems that I have had a bad time during this time, and I am so tired that I can fall asleep on the sea...... Before he could finish thinking about it, he found that his stomach seemed to be protesting against himself, very strongly.

(To be continued)