"Worm, we're going to pick this herb, give you this sweet fruit to eat."

Nan Nan pinched a fat little insect with her fingers, and then uprooted a herb with three-petaled crescent-shaped leaves, one of which had tiny tooth marks of a small insect.

My brother said that this herb is called Marchweed, and the medicine dealer usually gives a relatively high price. She blew the mud and carefully placed the herbs in the small medicine basket behind her.

In one hand, she held a red fruit, which was covered with small tooth marks that she had just gnawed. She gently bit down on a small piece of flesh and placed it in front of the little worm, which was considered to be the fulfillment of her promise she had just made.

This fat little insect has been psychic, it is puffing up, the original fat body because of anger and fat again, just as it is about to use its own spell to teach the cute little girl in front of it a little lesson, Nan Nan suddenly reached out and pinched its body.

"Worm, you're really fat, if you eat too much, you'll be eaten!" She pursed her mouth, widened her eyes, and said to the little insect in a serious manner.

Not far away, a teenager was smiling as he watched his sister talk to himself with a bug, and the medicine basket behind him was filled with freshly picked herbs.

The red fruits were naturally just picked, and I have to say that I was really lucky today, not only did I encounter delicious wild fruits, but also the harvest of herbs was quite rich.

The boy was in a good mood because of this.

The little insect was rarely pinched and comfortable, and even opened its mouth comfortably to spit out a bubble. I was about to change my position, but I found that the little girl had already run to another herb.

That's it, for the sake of the comfort you gave me a massage, let you go, huh. But it's really sweet, I'll look for it later.

Despite its lack of wings, the fat little worm swooped into the air in search of the fruit that the little girl had just fed it.

In the early morning in the woods, the stream is babbling. After a night of precipitation, the air is filled with fresh vitality.

The breeze blew, the leaves rustled, and the young girl's voice came from the forest.

"Dog's head lotus, after mashing, is applied to the wound to help the wound heal; Pearl Orchid ...... It smells so good...... When added to porridge, it can make porridge sweeter; March grass is said to be a material used in the alchemy of immortals, but unfortunately it was gnawed off a little by insects, but there are still two small moons, which should be able to sell for a good price. ”

She squatted by the stream, washing the morning's harvest with her brother, occasionally picking up one and taking a bite. However, for the herbs that are used to sell the medicine to the druggiver, she always cleans them up, and then carefully sorts them into the cleaned medicine basket.

After the young man cleaned the last herb, he clapped his hands, pinched the delicate nose of Qiongnan, and said with a smile:

"Nannan has worked hard today, tomorrow we will go to Yancheng and buy some delicious food for Nannan."

Despite being in the world of monks, mortals have their own way of life. There are villages, and there are also cities, and some monks will occasionally go into the world and get drunk in mortal wine shops. It is known as the practice of entering the WTO, and there are many great monks with terrifying strength.

Therefore, although there are many races who are unhappy with the human race, the slaughter of the city rarely happens. Although those powerful alien monks can destroy a city with a single stomp of their feet, God knows if a stronger Terran elder will jump out and destroy it.

I'm afraid that only the royal family and the imperial clan who have produced the ancient emperor and mastered the ancient emperor's soldiers dare to attack the human race, but this is inevitably equivalent to declaring war on the entire human race.

In this way, even though there are thousands of ethnic groups, there are still countless human cities standing on this vast land, bustling and crowded, maintaining a lively market atmosphere all day long.

The Yancheng in the mouth of the young man is one of them, which belongs to a relatively small category.

Hearing the young man's words, Nan Nan happily shook two little pigtails and nodded.

So that my brother can also eat well, hehe.