After bidding farewell to Noka, a young man he had known for a few days, Fang Nuo climbed the boulder platform and went around to the back of the witch's hut.

In the garden, where spring had not yet come, he chose an empty meadow, whether the witch kept it for the next year's planting plans, or whether she felt that it would be beautiful to have a vacant piece of land.

"That's it." The little beast immediately made a decision.

He spent a portion of his malice in exchange for a few tools for planting trees.

But after a while, he suddenly realized that the tools he had constructed did not fit his body shape, and that perhaps it would be faster to use his own claws than to use them.

It wasn't a waste, he consoled himself that there would always be a time when these tools would be useful.

Dragging aside the tree-planting tools that were temporarily useless, and using the shadows of the withered bushes to make a simple camouflage for them, Fang Nuo returned to the field he had chosen, and continued to "hum" and get busy.

"I'm not very good at planting trees......

"Do you want to transplant the seedlings that you have planted? No, this is the cultivation method of humans. ”

"There are so many plants on Huangxian Ridge, they all grow from the seeds that fell from the sky, and they don't need other life forms to take care of them every day."

"Do you want to water a lot? I remember there was a well in this garden, but this season it should be frozen......"

"In other words, how long does it take for a creature to grow shortened by the performance of the Temporal Spirit Dew? 500 years? ”

During the planting period, one after another, questions came to his mind, some were solved, and some were lingering and unable to think of answers.

But many times, you don't need all your questions to be answered in order to do a good job.

Under the little beast's confused operation, a huge tree rose from the ground, and a moment of time on it seemed to be converted into five or six years.

Fearing too much noise, Funaud slipped out of the garden before the oak tree could grow.

When leaving, he also made a point to confirm that there were no footprints left on the snow, and even if there were, he swept them away with his tail.

……

"That's what happened......"

In the morning, in order to solve the "old man's disappearance incident", the owner of the hut left a meal for the pet who came home and hurried out.

The two mourning birds, who had not been able to accompany Fang Nuo to explore the underground project, landed on a small tree outside the window, took the piggs and pigs provided by Fang Nuo, and listened to him tell the story of what happened the day before.

Fang Nuo skipped a few paragraphs that he didn't think was necessary, focusing on the pile of treasure underground, and explaining to the mourning birds the (probable) cause of the forest's spiritual disorder.

"Who gathered the treasure from the underground works in one place? Can you think of anything? He asked the birds.

"Witch Lord......" Xiao Hei subconsciously wanted to move out of the fixed answer, and then immediately changed his words, "It is impossible for the Witch to do such a lack of virtue." ”

"However, if you separate the spiritual power source again, the crisis of the beast tide should be over, right?" The Bird Queen Taro asked with a serious expression, "The beast tide won't happen, will it?" ”

"Who knows."

Fang Nuo could only reply, he didn't know as much about the "beast tide" as the two birds, and his fear of it was not as deep as the two of them.

"None of us can say for sure what the future holds." He took out a few unconsumed spiritual power seeds and lined them up horizontally on the windowsill, "Maybe there are other triggers." ”

"If you smash a condensation of such spiritual power, you can create a sea of fog." "You can also choose to take them and let them digest slowly in your body." ”

"They are 'relics' of a higher order than soul crystals." He fiddled with the spiritual power seeds on the windowsill, "If you bury them in the ground, you may grow plants made of pure spiritual power." ”

Then it grows a fruit composed entirely of spiritual power, and then bears new spiritual power seeds...... Eventually, it grew into a forest of spiritual power.

The demon beasts living in such an environment are equivalent to mastering the unique advantages, perhaps, among their descendants, "fairy beasts" and "divine beasts" will be directly born, which is the envy of other beast races.

"How?" He glanced at the expressions of the two birds, "Do you want to take it and see it?" I know you birds are very good at planting trees. ”

The trees on the outskirts of the Dark Forest are basically the "fruits" of these birds.

Although, most of it is unintentional.

"It's a good idea, much like the idea that a naïve little thing like you would come up with." Xiao Hei and Taro glanced at each other and commented.

"Isn't it realistic?" Fang Nuo made the meaning of his words.

"It's going to be eaten by other monsters." Xiao Hei sighed, "Before your idea comes true, it will be destroyed." ”

"The forest is as simple as you think."

Seeing that the Queen of Birds didn't plan to be the bird that "broke children's dreams", Xiao Hei, who had always liked to fight with Fang Nuo, took the initiative to be a "bad bird".

"Your experience is too shallow, and you like to use your knowledge of your past life to look at what you are experiencing now...... Little guy, everywhere he goes, he has to follow the local customs, and his previous knowledge is likely to be useless. ”

"Unlike your Yellow Immortal Clan," at this time, the Bird Queen said slowly, "We are no better than the Yellow Immortal Ridge here, where various demon beast families live together, and there are no rules to follow with each other...... The creatures in the forest don't care who is the first discoverer, 'who is the tree planter...... Strong strength is the last word. ”

"This world, after all, is the law of the jungle."

She sighed, as if she was yearning for the occasion of the Huangxian family's exclusivity on the Huangxian Ridge.

But Fang Nuo knew that the mourning birds would not expect to become yellow immortals.

They have a life of their own.

"I know everything you say." It's just that he didn't react for a while, Fang Nuo found a step for himself in his heart, "I really didn't think too much. ”

"So," he looked at the spiritual seeds, "what are you going to do with it?" ”

He expressed his intention to the mourning birds: he wanted to give them away.

However, it's not all spiritual seeds anymore.

They still have it for themselves, Fang Nuo thought to himself, it was not because he lost his temper because of the words of the mourning birds.

He retrieved most of the seeds—though there weren't few—except for two on the windowsill, one for the little black and one for the taro.

After receiving a response from the mourning birds, dividing the "stolen goods", and describing all the things he thought were worth talking, Fang Nuo was reluctant and asked again:

"Is there really no forest in this mountain range that was completely formed with spiritual power?"

There are no wonders in this world, why can't the "Forest of Spiritual Power" be a kind of "miracle creation" that exists somewhere in the Dark Forest or the Xuancai Mountains?

Xiao Hei and Taro, you look at me, I look at you, and suddenly realize that their experience is not rich enough, and their horizons are not broad enough.