"Come out of the city with me, find a powerful undead outside the city, and destroy it fiercely."

Back at the bar, Seria immediately extended an invitation to Ringer and Lanya.

Ringer shook his head slightly.

"Why, aren't we a squad?"

"I have other things to do, let's do the squad another day."

"Okay, then I'll go alone." Seria opened the door with some impatience, and Ringer was behind her telling her to be careful.

"Don't worry, I'm strong."

Seria raised her arm, made a strong motion, and quickly disappeared through the door.

After Seria left, Ringer took Lanya to the Valley of Evil Clothesgrass.

Sensing Ringer's aura, Tios immediately flew out of the sea of purple flowers, crashed headlong into his arms, hooked his neck affectionately, and hung on him like an otter.

Since the last time Ringer brought her back from Demon King City, she had become closer to Ringer.

"Has that demon come back to harass you?" Ringer asked, touching her head.

Her long light purple shawl hair was cold and silky, and it felt very good to the touch, like soft silk, which made Ringer feel a little lovely.

Lan Ya on the side saw the intimate appearance of the two, her small nose wrinkled slightly, revealing a little dissatisfied expression.

But there is no way, Tios is a natural elf and lives alone in the valley, so she has no shame, can express her emotions unscrupulously, and does not feel shy when making intimate movements that cross the line.

But she is different, she is human, under the influence of the girl's shame, this kind of intimate physical contact, she feels shy just by seeing it, and she can't take the initiative to do it.

So she could only stare dryly from the sidelines, trying to separate them with her eyes.

Theos, who was entangled in Ringer, nodded, her expression looking a little strange.

"That demon has come to me several times in the past few days......"

"What did she do? Didn't do it to you, did it? ”

"Not really, she was polite when she came."

"And what did she come to you for?"

Tioss hesitated a little in annoyance, then replied, "She said she wanted me to be her friend." ”

This result was something that Ringer hadn't expected, but he thought it made sense for the stupid demon with a worrying IQ and EQ to make such a decision to escape.

"You promised?"

"No, she killed my friend, and I can't forgive her."

The friends she said should be those purple bees, and maybe the Aomori dragon grass.

"By the way, how is that Aomori dragon grass seedling growing?" He remembered the last time he came to visit, there was a seedling left at the root of the Aomori Ryuso grass.

"You've grown up, do you want to see it?"

After receiving an affirmative reply, Theos let go of the hand around Ringer's neck and the legs wrapped around his waist, left Ringer's body, and led the two into the depths of the flowers, to the location of the root of the Aomori dragon grass.

The seedling had already been drawn, and the tender green rattan the thickness of the thumb was coiled on the ground like a small green snake, and it was already four or five meters long.

As soon as Tios got closer, the tender green head immediately lifted and hooked her slender wrist affectionately.

Tios reached out her other hand and stroked it gently.

Ringer couldn't help but feel that the grass was so cute.

But as he approached, the branches of the Aomori Ryusuo grass immediately retracted to the ground, hugging into a ball and shivering.

"Don't be afraid, he won't hurt you." Theoss said softly.

Her words seemed to have an effect, and the shrunken Aomori dragon grass stretched out again, as if the verdant head of the little snake was raised and swayed slightly.

On either side of the head, two small pink eyes seemed to have shyness in them, looking at Ringer.

Ringer smiled, crouched in front of the newborn plant, and held out his hand.

"It's so cute, let my brother touch it."

Aomori Ryusokusa tilted his head and didn't dodge.

When Ringer's hand was about to touch it, its head suddenly cracked into four petals and popped out like lightning, instantly biting Ringer's index finger and trying to swallow it, quickly engulfing his entire finger.

"Soso, no." Theos exclaimed, reaching out and grabbing Aomori's head and patting it gently.

Only then did Aomori Relent, and Ringer was able to withdraw his fingers.

In fact, Ringer could force it out, but the dragon grass sucked on his fingers, and it was sucked very tightly.

His body was already a demon body, of course, it was very strong and would not be injured, but the newborn dragon rope grass looked very delicate, and if he forcibly pulled it out, he was a little worried about breaking it, so he would rather let it be in his mouth.

The feeling of being bitten by Aomori Ryusuocao is not painful at all, but it is cold and silky, and when swallowing, it seems to be massaging his fingers, which is strangely comfortable.

In addition to this reason, he has always been gentle with plants, especially those that can be used as mixology.

When he was a child, he used to raise a vine, and he took care of it every day, controlled the water, kept the soil suitable, provided plenty of light, and caught insects for it, all by himself, as if he were a lover.

He also gave it a modest name, Little Green.

Watching the small green and delicate rattan grow day by day, climb the tall bamboo frame, wrap tightly around it, and finally bear heavy grapes, his heart is full of joy.

However, as Midori grew up, it turned black.

This is also something that cannot be helped, it is determined by its variety, and the rattan turns black, which is a sign that it has entered the maturity stage.

Later, he even considered whether to rename it Xiao Hei, but after all, its leaves were still green.

The grapes produced by the little green are also black, and the fruit is very full and very sweet, and the sweet taste contains the joy of the harvest, which he will never forget.

Later, he tried to make wine with the first grapes that grew from the little green.

The grapes are selected, washed, dried and fermented in oak barrels dedicated to winemaking.

The whole process took a month, and although the final wine tasted average, he was still happy because it was the first time he had made his own wine, and he was not yet ten years old at the time.

The vine had grown with him, and if his father hadn't thrown it away, it would have grown in the yard of the family.

The vines have a long lifespan, and if they are cared for, they can even reach a hundred years, so let's hope it's still around.

"Are you alright?"

As Ringer remembered the vines he had planted, Theos looked worriedly at his bitten finger.

"It's fine." Ringer smiled and shook his head.

His slender index finger was intact, not even a little broken, but it was stained with a clear liquid.

He put his index finger in front of his nose and sniffed it, the smell was fresh, with the fragrance of plants.

Move your index finger down, bring it to your mouth, and take a small bite with the tip of your tongue.

Well, a little sour, but refreshing, with a slight irritation, but soon there was a burning sensation on the tip of the tongue, which was the toxicity of the dragon grass juice at work.

But the problem is not big, it is only a small poison, it is also a threat to insects and small animals, and for people who are healthy, as long as the dosage is appropriate, it will be a very special condiment.

Ringer couldn't help but smile, hoping that this Aomori dragon grass would grow up soon.

Suddenly, someone poked him in the waist from behind.

Ringer turned around and saw Lan Ya staring at his fingers, looking like she was about to speak, and said with a smile: "What, you also want to taste it?" ”

Then graciously put his finger in front of her.

"It's not." Lan Ya stared at Ringer's fingers, and her face instantly turned red.

"What the hell is going on then?" At this time, Ringer felt the burning sensation on the tip of his tongue disappear, and began to numb, as if he had eaten a very powerful peppercorn.

"I just thought you looked like a pervert just now, so I wanted to remind you." Lan Ya said with a red face.