Wearing a straw hat and dressed like a western cowboy, the straw thief leaps through the woods, looms, and when he finds his target, he makes a sharp stop, then turns the lasso in his hand and throws it at the prey. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Syllable!

The lasso hit, but the prey's force was too great, and he directly pulled the grass thief off his head, and planted half of his body in the soil.

“......”

Wei Fan's head was full of black lines, guessing that the grass thief would not be a stupid person, the prey was more than five times larger than it, and it was easy to trap, but could you pull it?

Smack!

Babbling out his roots and poking Wei Fan's cheek, he suddenly turned around and saw that he didn't know when, several plants had gathered around him.

Despite the lack of eyes, Wei Fan knew that the plants were staring at him.

Sweat quickly soaked his clothes, and Wei Fan wanted to leave, but more and more plants surrounded him and looked at him curiously.

Grass night walking, among which there are many rare, has given birth to the will, the herb thief to hide the smell of the elixir, it is impossible to hide all plants.

Da-da!

The crisp sound of horses' hooves sounded, and almost in the blink of an eye, a white 'horse' appeared in front of Wei Fan's eyes, its body, with mysterious green magic patterns, in the dim forest, flashing with gorgeous fluorescence.

"What is this?"

Wei Fan tried his best to suppress the tension, but his heart was still beating violently, and the 'white horse' in front of him, from the chest up, turned out to be the upper body of a human man, and every strand of its muscles was delicate, showing the most perfect golden ratio, and its face was also British and beautiful.

This is a mysterious species that even the erudite female film mentor has never told about.

The centaur man didn't bother to speak at all, and the terrifying spiritual pressure, with a bang, spread out from his body, blowing the surrounding plants and falling down, and the blades of grass bowed down.

Wei Fan was like being hit by a battering ram and flew out, and the clothes on his body were also torn to pieces by the impact, almost instinctively, he grabbed the potted plant.

Babble!

Mori Qianluo lit up with a green light, guarding Wei Fan.

Bang!

Wei Fan fell into the bushes, fainted, and babbled back into the bud.

"Huh?"

It was easier to pinch Wei Fan to death than to step on an ant, but the centaur man didn't make another move, but took a step on the spot and stared at his chest,

Wei Fan's heart has a faint oblique cross scar, there is nothing magical, but the sound of the heartbeat makes Bai Ma extremely uncomfortable.

The grass walks at night, only forward, they will devour all the creatures that stand in their way, but after Wei Fan fell in, they actually bypassed, as if this human being was some terrible calamity.

Da!

The centaur man who hesitated for a few seconds stepped forward, ready to kill Wei Fan, but a pleasant voice sounded, like the tinkling of spring water.

The centaur man listened attentively, then turned back, touched his chest with his left hand, bowed respectfully, and then turned away.

When Wei Fan woke up, it was already the afternoon of the next day, and the rain was pouring down on the surrounding plants, creating a layer of mist.

"Babble!"

The little banshee, who had been guarding beside her, saw Wei Fan open her eyes, and immediately screamed happily, holding a handful of rain with both hands and handing it to his mouth.

"I'm fine!"

Wei Fan sat up, his body was indeed not uncomfortable, but he had a feeling of comfort throughout his body, which was due to the impurities in his body being washed away by the 'green tide'.

The night walk of Baicao is worthy of being a mysterious natural wonder that does not appear for thousands of years, but the green mist produced when traveling has such a great effect.

Wei Fan could sense that his spiritual pressure had increased, his realm had advanced one step further, and these plants on the night route had also become lush and full of life.

"Babble!"

The straw thief, who was originally squatting next to him and wiping the flower pot, immediately grabbed its lasso and walked back and forth in front of Wei Fan.

A ginseng with the length of an index finger was tied around his neck with a noose, and seemed to be dead, dragged to the ground, covered in dirt.

"Are you showing off?"

Wei Fan's eyelids jumped a little, and the straw thief put on a nonchalant look, but he peeked at him from time to time, eager to see his envious and jealous expression.

Bang Bang Bang!

Babbling and waving his roots, he lashed at the straw thief.

"Gone!"

Wei Fan got up and didn't catch any plants, he didn't have any dissatisfaction, after all, it was worth the trip to be able to see the grass walking at night.

To tell the truth, Wei Fan is now afraid, that centaur man is at least a powerhouse above the Dragon Slaying Realm, killing him and releasing spiritual pressure is enough.

"Babble!"

The straw thief blocked the way, pointing at Mori and the ginseng and shouting.

"Exchange, don't even think about it!" Wei Fan disdainful: "What's more, according to the promise, the herbs you caught are also mine." ”

This ginseng has a white body and a halo of light condensed on its head, which is a legendary angel ginseng with immeasurable value.

Ginseng is the best medicinal plant for life, and Angel Ginseng is even more so, its ingredients can suppress the activity of the epidemic body, so those endangered patients who are acutely infected can control the infection of the epidemic body by taking Angel Ginseng, and wait until the exterminator arrives.

Of course, don't say that Angel Ginseng is not as good as Mori Qianluo, even if it is an ordinary potted plant, just because it is a relic of his mother, Wei Fan will not exchange it with anyone.

"Okay, don't make any noise, send me back to the cave, and you'll be free, as your reward for taking me to see the Hundred Grass Night Walk. ”

Wei Fan picked up Sen Qianluo and urged the grass thief, after leaving for so long, Bai Yusleeve must be going crazy.

Nothing to say all the way.

Squatting on the ground, the straw thief reluctantly stroked the flower pot, and glanced at Wei Fan who was tidying up from time to time, with a tangled expression on his face.

"Goodbye!"

Wei Fan picked up his travel bag and waved his hand at the straw thief, there was no greed or remorse in his eyes, he was a young man who kept his promises, and he would not break his promise just because the scarecrow was worth a fortune.

"Babble!"

The straw thief walked back in despair, and the angel ginseng he was holding was lost, and he didn't care, Sen Qianluo's departure seemed to be like digging a hole in its chest.

Out of Mangshan and seeing the traces of human beings again, Wei Fan had a feeling of returning from a wild man, and couldn't help but let out a loud roar at the top of his throat.

The woodcutter who passed by looked disgusted when he saw a nervous disorder.

"Hey, boy, do you have any good looks?"

Beneath the peeling sign was a rusty bench where a few herb pickers sat and said hello.

For the sake of unnecessary trouble, Wei Fan shook his head.

The herb picker smiled disdainfully, and didn't take him seriously, this profession requires experience, Wei Fan is too young, and he must have gained nothing.

The long-distance bus is very simple, there are no glass windows, it is just an iron box that is ventilated on all sides, and it is bumpy to death, but Wei Fan likes it very much.

Sitting in the last row by the window, holding his chin with his left hand, enjoying the scenery that he can't get tired of seeing, suddenly, Wei Fan felt that there was something under his feet, and when he looked down, he saw the grass thief carrying a large bag and a small bag, climbing the seat.

didn't care about putting down his bags, the straw thief couldn't wait to kneel next to Mori Qianluo, rubbing his cheek against the potted plant, with a happy face.

"You want to come home with me?"

Wei Fan teased.

The straw thief turned his head, glanced Wei Fan up and down, then turned his head in disgust, and spit on the cushion with a mouthful of saliva, his contempt overflowing.

Bang Bang Bang!

Babbling sticks out his roots and slaps the face of the straw thief, but this thing is as sweet as food.

"Masochist!"

Wei Fan muttered, signaled the two little guys not to be seen by the passengers in front of him, and closed his eyes to rest.

It was late at night when we rushed back to town.

The furniture was spotlessly cleaned, apparently cleaned every day by White Feathers, and a piece of paper pressed with an inkwell on the desk, drawing an angry little face.

"I hope I won't be blamed too badly this time!"

Wei Fan put away the drawing paper and began to process the herbs, otherwise improper storage would cause the medicinal effect to fade.

The straw thief checked the new environment, and was quite satisfied, and began to pile up his luggage on the windowsill to settle down, and he had to sleep with Mori Qianluo to feel at ease.

"Hey, do you hate that I haven't lived long enough?"

Wei Fan was speechless, although the grass thief is very rare, but its appearance is on the plant encyclopedia after all, if it is seen by people with bad intentions, it will definitely use all means to snatch it.

The Grass Thief completely ignored Wei Fan.

"You'll also be taken and soaked in specimen bottles. ”

Wei Fan saw that the grass thief looked confused, grabbed his head with his hand, walked to the corner of the wall, and opened the pickle jar, "Look, it's like pickled radish!"

Shout!

The straw thief jumped over, glanced at the mouth of the altar, and saw the soaked and swollen turnips, and his nonchalant expression suddenly became frightened, and he fell to the ground, and then ran back to the windowsill to pack his luggage.

Wei Fan thought that the grass thief would be scared away, but he didn't expect it to jump under the bed in a puff of smoke, but then rushed out again, jumped on the drawer at the head of the bed, opened it, lay in, and rolled left and right a few times, then he breathed a sigh of relief.

“......”

If this thing is not a masochist and likes to spit on himself, Wei Fan is definitely welcome to have a straw thief living in his house.

"What about the rent? Oh, you live here, and you have to pay accordingly!"

Wei Fan explained.

The grass thief took out two ghost mushrooms trapped by vines from his luggage and threw them on the ground.

"This was meant to be mine, right?"

Wei Fan Yu died.

"Ahem, phew!"

The straw thief's answer was very simple, it was just a mouthful of saliva.

"Babble!"

Wei Fan shouted.

A tendrils protrude from the potted plant, wrap around the straw thief's body, tie it up in a tortoiseshell bondage position, and hang it upside down in the air.

"Don't be nervous, it's a welcome ceremony. Wei Fan flicked his fingers on the head of the straw thief: "Don't you always like to 'chatter' and scream? ”

Ignoring this little guy anymore, Wei Fan fetched water, and after a simple freshening, he got into the bed.

"The ghost mushroom has been picked, I hope Zheng Huang will not regret it. ”

Wei Fan felt that he was a little worried, in order to please the president and get a letter of recommendation from Beijing University, I am afraid that no matter how high the price is, Zheng Huang estimates that it will come out.