Chapter 139: The Farmer and the Fruit

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Yin Huai found that those safflowers were because there were countless flowers like that that suddenly growing around them, all of them were like that, redder than fire, and more flexible than fish. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

It didn't take long for the heat in his mouth to dissipate a little, and the old horse noticed that there were many more strange red flowers around him.

It seems that a new saffron has been born on every previous safflower, and the new safflower is hotter and more cunning than the previous safflower.

Yin Huai stared at one of the new flowers, in fact, he was staring at all the new flowers, and the expression on his face didn't seem to change much, but he was happy, and he returned to the previous look of cutting flowers, his face was expressionless.

He will have such a look when he wants to cut those flowers, and at the same time, the knife in Yin Huai's hand continued to clench a little, and the hand that had been relaxed before because he saw the old horse continued to tighten, as for why this is the case, it is only because the knife is held higher in this way, and it will be heavier when it falls.

This will cut off more flowers so that the fish can be found sooner.

Yin Huai also thought so, but the old horse didn't think so, it just felt that those flowers must be very unpalatable, just like the one it had eaten before, there was no water, only as hot as fire, which could burn the throat clean.

However, if you don't want to eat, you still have to eat, just like many things in this world that you don't want to do but still have to do it, because of some reasons, because of some things, because of some people.

The old horse is also for people, but it just glanced at it in a hurry, not far away, Xiao Lian was still shouting her brother's name, and did not notice the old horse, and the old horse was not discouraged, because it found another reason in its heart to eat these red flowers.

It's hungry.

It had eaten so many safflowers, and it had eaten a way, but she was still very hungry, hungry and panicked, not thinking that someone was panicking.

People always like to find reasons for some of their behaviors, and no one thinks that horses are also going to great lengths to find reasons for their behavior.

For example, a horse that really thinks he's hungry.

When a man is hungry, he wants to eat, and when the old horse is hungry, he wants to eat the fruit.

There are so many fruits in front of me, although they are not delicious, but they can fill the stomach.

Before the knife in Yin Huai's hand was raised, the old horse's neck had already stretched out.

It's a red flower again, and it's a fiery fruit.

When Yin Huai saw the greedy old horse and the new flower that had been bitten in half, a smile regained in his eyes, but soon the smile was dispelled by another strange brilliance.

It was a sword light, it was a knife shadow.

The knife in his hand was raised high again, and fell heavily again.

The moist soil at Yin Huai's feet was a little hotter again, which was brought by a few scattered petals.

The moist and hot tip of the old horse's mouth was also a little hotter, which was also brought by a few red petals.

There were two fewer red flowers around, but they didn't seem to be missing, and there didn't seem to be many lonely roads.

Only Lao Ma and Yin Huai knew that there were two less red flowers on this grassland, and there was a little more moist soil on this road.

There was also a certain man in the red mist, a poor scholar.

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The scholar's arithmetic is not very good, and he can't count how many red flowers there are on the grassland, but he can still count how many people are still alive on the grassland.

Two people, a horse, and a ghost.

No, soon there will be no such ghost.

Because the demon is going to die.

Ghosts do not die, and if they do, they can only disappear, disappear forever.

Xia He was about to disappear, a thin layer of body like foam, as if in the next second, Xia He was completely gone.

Xiao Ren seemed to know that her brother was about to disappear, and her voice was crying.

Yin Huai seemed to know that Xia He was about to disappear, and the knife in his hand swung more quickly, and the anxious look in his eyes became more and more intense.

The old horse didn't seem to know anything, but it heard Xiao Pian's cry, and chewed the red flower in its mouth more and more vigorously.

Poor sour seems to be able to see everything, can hear everything, Yin Huai holding a knife, an old horse eating flowers, and a little pity shouting.

The poor scholar obviously looked at Xia He, who had almost disappeared, but he seemed to take everything that happened on the grassland into his eyes, but when he looked closely, there was only one person in his eyes, or only the knife in that person's hand.

The knife was just an ordinary knife, so it would be more accurate to say that it was just a thin layer of gray light on the knife.

That layer of light used to be a gray page of paper.

As for the page, it used to belong to a book. It was a book that could have destroyed the world.

It was also a book in another, far, far away place.

It was still a book of God.

The poor scholar seemed to know the book, maybe he had seen a similar book, maybe he was just curious about the completely different power that lay in the gray light.

Just like the power he felt from Xia He, it was a purer and more seductive power.

That kind of power can bring the dead back to life, and the poor sour scholar wants to kill Xia He also to bring the dead back to life.

Now he has another choice, and that is also a good choice, if not better.

The poor scholar's eyes looking at Xia He were full of greed, but the eyes looking at Yin Huai were a little more strange than greedy.

More greedy than greedy.

The poor scholar secretly made up his mind in his heart and set up another plan, a murderous plan.

Only by killing can you take the treasure.

The poor scholar is a very greedy person, that is the obsession when he dies, and he is also a very patient person, and the patience that has been cultivated for a hundred years is more durable after all.

Greed made him willing to get an extra piece of the essence power that belonged to Xia He, and patience made him not mind waiting for Xia He to die completely before taking the knife.

It's a harvest.

The poor scholar looked at Xia He with the same eyes as he saw a farmer with a golden floor.

And Yin Huai, who is in the endless red sea, is a fruit, a delicious fruit that I can't wait to swallow in one bite.

And it's still a fruit to be picked.

All you need to do is reach out to touch the smooth skin of the fruit, and with a single pinch, you can pinch the fruit into a sweet juice.

The Yin Huai in the sea of red flowers is really like that.

It's also inexplicable, but Xia He must not be the fish and meat that can be slaughtered, nor is it the wheat waiting for people to harvest.

He's a genius.

Even if a genius disappears, it will always be different.

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Good luck to you, I'm going to write it all the way down with such a manuscript that has been greatly abandoned by the editor, and I'm sure I'll write it down just for the sake of the collection that my poor hand can count, it's not a promise, but I'm happy to do it.