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Wei Fan clearly saw everything in the cave, nothing was lost, and Sen Qianluo also placed it next to the sleeping bag.

"It scared the hell out of me. ”

Wei Fan breathed a sigh of relief and disarmed his combat readiness, but after taking a few steps, he was stunned again, and then a look of ecstasy appeared on his face: "Huh, the straw thief?"

The whole body of the straw thief is indeed composed of plant fibers, and the strips are clearly visible, like a scarecrow in a wheat field, it is about half a foot tall, very thin, it seems to be blown down by a gust of wind, and its hands and feet are long, and they are also fibers, and it looks like a bird's claws.

"Babble!"

Seeing Wei Fan come back, the little banshee shouted happily.

"Babble!"

The straw thieves also began to struggle.

Burst.

Wei Fan laughed, and a slender root of Sen Qianluo stretched out, like a rope, tying up the straw thief and hanging face down in the air.

"This binding method seems to be the traditional rope technique over there in Yingzhou, what is it called turtle ~ armor ~ binding?"

Wei Fan once saw this kind of binding method in Cao Chusheng's collection of books, but he didn't expect that babbling would be.

"Babble!"

The little banshee pointed at her prey, patted her little breasts again, and proudly showed off.

"Yes, you're the best!"

Wei Fan put down his things, sat on the sleeping bag, and then let out a hearty laugh, this trip into the mountain is really profitable.

"Babble!"

Seeing that Wei Fan was covered in injuries, the little banshee plucked a leaf and tried to reach his mouth.

"Thank you!"

Wei Fan bit and groped his babbling head with his index finger.

"Hmm!"

Babbling squinted with an expression of enjoyment.

"Chatter. ”

The straw thief screamed.

The babbling also quarreled, saliva spraying everywhere, and after a while, she leaned in front of Wei Fan and made a gesture to loosen the tie and let it go.

"You're going to let it go?"

Wei Fan frowned, this is a grass thief, there is no price, the fifteenth rare species on the list of magical creatures, as long as you sell it, you will not have to worry about eating and drinking for the rest of your life.

"Babble!"

The banshee nodded heavily, and continued to move.

"What kind of mess?"

Wei Fan couldn't see it.

"Babble!"

The Banshee gestured to the journal.

Wei Fan handed over the pen and hugged it with difficulty, and soon, abstract paintings of stick figure sketches jumped on the paper.

"Let it go, and in exchange, it will take us to catch herbs?"

Wei Fan interpreted.

Smack!

Babbling and applauding vigorously, Wei Fan is so smart.

"Well, you caught this guy anyway. ”

Wei Fan shrugged his shoulders, he patronized the grass thief's lair, and the loot he found was a hundred times more valuable than those two ghost mushrooms.

Of course, the main Mori Qianluo is a relic of her mother, and Wei Fan has been carefully taken care of since she was a child, and she has long loved the house and Wu, so she has an indescribable spoiling mentality towards babbling.

Babbled and let go of the straw thief, this guy disappeared with a bang, and the speed was so fast that Wei Fan's eyes couldn't keep up with the afterimage.

"It's too quick to regret it, isn't it?"

The corners of Wei Fan's mouth twitched a little, he seemed to be stupid, what kind of promise did he make to a plant? It should be soaked in formalin as a specimen, well, it has to be 100% concentration, drown it.

"Babble!"

The little banshee floated over and patted Wei Fan's shoulder with her little hand, signaling him to rest assured.

The curative effect of the leaves is good, the body is not very painful, Wei Fan began to pack up the spoils, and ten minutes later, the grass thief had a green lotus leaf on his head, and ran back, and there was a puddle of water in it, swaying like amber.

Crash!

Water was poured into the pot, causing ripples.

"It's too much. ”

Wei Fan reminded.

"Babble. ”

The little banshee was really angry, and her roots hit the straw thief in the face like a leather whip, but the thing didn't hurt at all, grinned, and flicked her sickle-like fingers away, squatting on the flower pot, and straining hard to loosen the soil.

"Are you laughing? Do you still have a discipline?"

Wei Fan's eyes exploded in surprise.

The straw thief who hadn't taken care of him since Wei Fan entered the cave turned his head and pouted.

Bah!

A mouthful of green saliva spat on the ground.

Bang Bang Bang!

Babbling sticks out the roots, and immediately there is a jerk.

"Babble!"

The straw thief held his head in his hands, pouted and lay on the ground begging for mercy.

"Forget it, you guys make trouble!"

It was the first time that Wei Fan had been despised by a plant, and it felt fresh, but not yet angry.

The straw thief, who had been busy for a while, wiped the sweat that did not exist on his head, exhaled, and lay on his sleeping bag on all fours, but then jumped up like a spring, looked at the medicinal plants on the ground in disbelief, and when he determined that this was a personal item in his own garden, he was immediately angry.

"Babble!"

The straw thief roared, to fight.

"Hey, you can only steal my ghost mushroom, can't I take your herbs?"

Wei Fan held the medical knife, and his face changed, if this guy had to cut it in, he wouldn't mind cutting it into pieces.

"Huh?"

The straw thief froze, clasped his hands to his chest, tilted his head sideways, and fell into deep thought, and then his emerald eyes lit up, and he pushed his hands.

"Hey, this is my trophy, I don't want your face, what's the matter with the tsundere expression you are given?"

Wei Fan's head is full of black lines.

The straw thief didn't pay attention to Wei Fan at all, turned around and knelt down, rushed to Sen Qianluo, took a hand towel, and carefully wiped the flower pot.

Wei Fan shook his head speechlessly, but he was even more curious about Sen Qianluo's origin, you must know that the grass thief only steals the world's treasures.

This grass thief is obviously underage, so the ghost mushroom is also a medicinal plant, and after it succeeded, it left, but it always remembered the potted plant.

The grass thief's cognition of plants is inherited from the maternal line, integrated into the genes, and is born with a plant encyclopedia, but it can't recognize what Sen Qianluo is, so he returned to the cave and prepared to steal it back to study, but he didn't expect to miss it.

Because he had to follow the grass thief to collect medicine, Wei Fan's return date was delayed, and after a simple lunch, he seized the time to rest.

When the moon was on the willows, the babbling woke Wei Fan up.

The straw thief was ready, he was wearing a straw hat, a belt around his waist, a bulging bag on each side of his crotch, I don't know what it was stuffed in, and a slingshot on his back.

Glancing Wei Fan up and down, the straw thief smiled disdainfully, phew, and spit on the ground with another mouthful of saliva, obviously despising his rudimentary equipment.

Bang Bang Bang!

Babbling sticks out his roots and thrusts at the scarecrow again.

"Let's go!"

Wei Fan was too lazy to get angry, so he brought a machete and a lark, put a travel bag on his back, and urged.

"Chatter!"

The grass thief stopped Wei Fan and pointed at Sen Qianluo.

"You're going to let me bring the babbling with me?"

Wei Fan frowned, suspecting that it was a trap.

The straw thief nodded affirmatively, and began to make abstract sketches, explaining why.

"If you can't help in the end, I'll cut you into a stick and soak you in formalin!"

Wei Fan threatened.

The straw thief tried to spit again, but when he saw the babbling roots stand up, he swallowed it back, then took out a worm sac from his bag and sprayed the liquid collected inside on Wei Fan's body.

A fishy smell permeated, and this unknown liquid made Wei Fan, who had always been cautious, very resistant, but he didn't say anything when he saw the babbling, so he endured it.

One person, one herb, one potted plant, set off.

Wei Fan has a strong memory since he was a child, and his sense of direction is extremely keen, but after walking in the dense forest for two hours with the grass thief, he was completely lost.

After crawling out of a tree hole covered with moss, Wei Fan was presented with a mysterious plant kingdom.

Everything was so unprecedented, and there was a faint smell of grass wafting in the air.

Ahh

Itching of the nasal passages.

Hush!

Babbling and the straw thief at the same time, he put his index finger to his mouth, signaling Wei Fan to be quiet.

It was another half of the day's rush, and suddenly, the straw thief stopped, listened attentively, and then with an anxious expression, asked Wei Fan to quickly climb the big tree next to him, and then sang the song of the scarecrow.

The branches and leaves of the big tree were stretched and luxuriant, covering Wei Fan without revealing a trace.

I don't know when, the dark clouds have covered the bright moon, only a few stars are hanging high, and the darkness in front of Li Min has arrived, and he can't see his five fingers.

Gradually, some spots of light appeared, colorful, like fireflies on the banks of the river in midsummer, and the sound of rustling also sounded.

The green tide, a large patch of green, like a tidal wave, suddenly broke through the night and came in such a thick green that the dark night was dyed green.

"It's ......"

Wei Fan's eyes instantly widened to the limit, his heart was pounding, and he covered his mouth with his little hand and looked at the scene in front of him in shock.

The waves of this green tide are clearly composed of green plants, they walk, they run, they are silent, but a surging force, wanton.

The large plants are towering like clouds, and the small plants are squatting like moss, layered on top of each other, making up the whole space, and they form a torrent, rushing towards the front.

"Herbs...... Night walking?"

Wei Fan only felt that his mouth was dry, and it took him a long time to murmur these words, which was something that even a knowledgeable female shadow mentor had never said, because it only existed in legends and was not seen for thousands of years.

The water vapor in the air increased and became damp, and these 'greens' entered the body with the breath, giving Wei Fan an ethereal feeling, like falling into the clouds, as if every corner of the body had been washed again, just like the muddy bluestone pavement was washed by the spring rain and became dusty.

This is a feeling that has been purified, Wei Fan noticed that his aura was running more smoothly, just like the stones blocking the road were removed, the veins were wider, and even the babbling was moaning comfortably, looking more green than usual.

The grass walks at night, as if participating in the ranks of the temple fair, in an orderly manner.

The ones who walked in front of Wei Fan were all rare, but he suppressed the idea of picking, because it was too dangerous, this was a parade of thousands of 'hundred grasses', and a human being would inevitably be torn apart if he rashly broke in.

But the straw thief is on the move.