Mo Fan got up and looked at the little turtle and spread his hands, thinking of one thing with a helpless face: "Little turtle, we have always lived here, and the food and accommodation are someone else's, isn't this a little bad." Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The little turtle shook his head in confusion, completely unaware of the meaning. What is called eating someone else's and living someone else's.

Scratching his head with his hand, Mo Fan looked the little turtle up and down for a while: "You are so small, even if you sell it, you can't sell it for a few dollars, it really makes me embarrassed."

What do you sell for? The little turtle glared at the unscrupulous master viciously. If you want to exchange your pet for money, I'm afraid only you, an unreliable owner, can do it.

Mo Fan completely ignored the little turtle's anger, and pondered to himself how to make money? These three words appeared in my mind, and my eyes still looked at the little turtle without giving up. This turtle meat should be worth a lot of money, but it seems to be a little less.

The little turtle snorted under the malicious gaze. subconsciously shrunk his head into the turtle shell, and kept muttering in his heart, is the master crazy today.

"Bang, bang, bang...... Mentor, open the door." Xiong An's slightly surprised voice came from outside the door.

Mo Fan opened the door and looked at the scene in front of him for a moment. A villager, led by the village chief, did not know when he gathered in front of his door.

"The grove behind Mo Fan's house full of fruit trees and flowers, did you make it?" The village chief's expression was full of excitement and expectation, Mo Fan was really a powerful and magical magician. It is unheard of for a wasteland to be turned into a forest full of flowers and fruits overnight.

Mo Fan nodded subconsciously, and suddenly the voices of discussion in front of him were everywhere.

"Overnight, you can turn a vacant lot into a fruit-filled forest. If the magician used the food, then ...... Wouldn't that be able to produce food indefinitely?"

"Who said no, if this grain could be cut and grown, and grown and cut...... Then we'll have a better time."

"The magic of Your Excellency the Magician is really not something that we people can speculate about."

"I really envy Xiong An's boy, I heard that he worshipped His Excellency the Magician as a mentor. After Xiong An completes his studies, even if he doesn't have much talent, just farming can make him rich for a lifetime."

"Don't talk about farming, just like Your Excellency the Magician, make a fruit grove. If you pick it up and grow it, and pick it up and pick it up, you will not worry about food and clothing."

The voices of discussion are like waves rushing in, each outrageous and outrageous. Mo Fan's lips moved fiercely, and his eyes looked at Xiong An and the village chief.

"Ahem...... Everybody be quiet." The village chief coughed embarrassedly under Mo Fan's gaze.

The villagers heard that they were silent, and the scene was quiet for a while, a little weird. The village chief wanted to speak, but felt that something was wrong, and then turned his eyes to Xiong An and signaled to him.

Xiong An, under the urging of the village chief's gaze, looked at Mo Fan with caution in his tone: "The mentor actually wants me to help ask if the grain in the field can also be ripened overnight, and then harvest, harvest and then grow after harvesting."

The corners of Mo Fan's mouth twitched fiercely, these people's imagination is inevitably too rich. Yesterday's actions not only consumed the life essence scattered in this area. Even more so that life skill of oneself has entered a long cooldown period, and once a year is enough to make people desperate.

Seeing that Mo Fan still didn't speak, the village chief gradually became a little anxious: "Mo Fan, you have something to say......."

"This magic is restrictive, and I'm afraid it won't be as you wish." Mo Fan shook his head and refused, if it was really so easy, how could he be worried about the lack of money just now.

Sighs rang out one after another, and the villagers' luck was shattered in an instant.

"Alas...... It turned out that there were limitations".

"Since last night, I thought I had found a way to make money, but I didn't expect it to be impossible."

"If every magician can make the grain in the fields grow overnight without limit, will we civilians still have any way to live?"

"Yes, you're right. If that's the case, then we civilians really won't be able to survive."

The discussion gradually subsided, and the village chief glanced at the villagers behind him: "Now that the problem has been clarified, let's all disperse." After all, the crops in the field will not wait for you to finish talking."

"Disperse, disperse......". One by one, the villagers turned and walked towards their fields.

The village chief saw that the villagers were all walking away, and smiled apologetically at Mo Fan: "I'm really sorry to disturb you early in the morning and cause you trouble."

"The village chief doesn't need to be like this, in fact, he has to say trouble. On the contrary, it is I, Mo Fan, who live here and cause you a lot of trouble." Thinking of the villagers' inquiries just now, Mo Fan shook his head with a smile.

The village chief breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, for fear that because of his impulsiveness and that of the villagers, Mo Fan would be angry with Xiong An. When I heard these words at this time, it was as if a stone had fallen firmly in my heart: "If it weren't for the fact that you hadn't made some trouble the night before yesterday, and if you caused trouble in the future, you wouldn't have said it again."

"Well, since the village chief said so, I won't mention it in the future. Looking at the sky at this time, it is estimated that the village chief has not had breakfast yet. Why don't you go with me to the woods behind the house and pick a few fruits to satisfy your hunger?" Mo Fan looked at the village chief and turned to Xiong An, and subconsciously yawned.

The forest behind the house that grew overnight, the village chief was happy and hurriedly agreed: "That's good, that's good, I just want to taste the fruit trees that grow overnight, and what kind of fruit they bear."

"Actually, I haven't tasted it either, let's go and see." Mo Fan smiled and led them to the back of the house.

When Xiong An was just about to follow, he suddenly found the little turtle next to Mo Fan, and a trace of doubt appeared in his heart: "Mentor, why did your pet change its color ?......?"

"The turtle has changed color?". Mo Fan stopped suspiciously and looked at Xiong An. The village also stopped, revealing a puzzled gaze.

Xiong An pointed to the small turtle in the ground and motioned for the two to look over: "Look at its back, isn't it pink?"

"Pink?...... Little turtle, what the hell is going on?" Mo Fan watched carefully, and sure enough, there was a circle of pink on the top of the turtle shell of the little turtle.

Under the gaze of the three of them, the little turtle couldn't help but feel miserable when he thought of yesterday's scene. Subconsciously looked around, and saw that no one's voice was relieved. There was a burst of strokes on the ground, and then he bit off a wild flower next to him and put it on his turtle's back.

Mo Fan thought that he seemed to have inadvertently promised Xiong Xinyu to take the little turtle to play yesterday, could it be that she did it: "You mean that these colors are smeared by Xiong Xinyu on your back with petals."

The little turtle nodded with fear on his face, and the three of them laughed. Mo Fan waved his hand and continued to walk to the back of the house with the village chief and Xiong An.