Mix in Douluo to raise plants

At dusk, at the end of the horizon, at the very far edge, the mountain shadows are mottled and swaying, and the sunset clouds on the peak are dyed blood red as if they were dyed blood red by the evil energy from the battle involving more than a million people.

The dark red-eyed crow spreads its wings and flies over the golden wheat field, making annoying squawking sounds from time to time.

A simple thatched shed was built on the edge of the field. The shed swayed in the evening wind, as if it could be blown down if the wind was stronger.

There were no tables, chairs or beds in the shed, only a simple blanket. Fang Mian sat cross-legged on the blanket, slowly recovering his soul power.

Beside him, there is a book on the left side, which reads, The Complete Collection of Genius Treasures and Plant Soul Beasts.

On the right side is a small gray bag, which is filled to the brim with a well-polished iron slingshot.

Tread.

A gust of wind blew by, bringing subtle footsteps in the distance.

Fang Mian suddenly woke up with a cold light in his eyes. He had already warned other senior brothers not to come here to disturb him if nothing happened.

Therefore, anyone who can be here at this time must be someone with bad intentions.

He stood up, hung the small bag on his right side next to his waist, stuffed the slingshot into the belt on his butt, and looked in the direction of the footsteps.

In less than half a minute, a hunched-over, skinny man with dirty and messy clothes, hair like a bird's nest, dark circles under his eyes, and a haggard look appeared in Fang Mian's field of vision.

Fang Mian frowned and looked at the person coming. After a long time, he realized that this person was Zhang Shuai.

While he was stunned, Zhang Shuai had already approached.

"Senior Brother Zhang, stop."

When he was still about ten meters away from Fang Mian, Fang Mian shouted.

Zhang Shuai paused, stopped in place, looked at Fang Mian, his hesitant eyes suddenly focused, and in the bloodshot eyeballs around the edges, the pupils shrank into needle-like shapes, and then suddenly dilated.

"Junior Brother Fang."

He raised his hand and shook it enthusiastically, greeting Fang Mian.

Fang Mian looked at him with a strange look, because these days, he was alone at the edge of the field, and even asked his master to send people to bring him food and water. Therefore, he didn't know what happened to Zhang Shuai, so he didn't know what happened to Zhang Shuai. He had no idea of ​​the tragic experience.

So he asked strangely: "Senior Brother Zhang, what kind of look do you have?"

Zhang Shuai lowered his head and glanced at the clothes on his body, and then scratched his messy hair. He was feeling annoyed and thought to himself: "I don't owe you what I am wearing."

He gritted his teeth in his heart, but he didn't dare to say anything. He just smiled awkwardly and continued.

"Junior brother Fang, I came here today to talk to you about the bet. Can we find a place to have a good chat."

Fang Mian stared at him indifferently, shook his head and refused, "Senior Brother Zhang, we probably have nothing to talk about. We will see each other when the grain is harvested in a few days and decide the winner or loser."

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When Fang Mianzheng was speaking, Zhang Shuai bent his legs and fell to his knees on the ground, with tears streaming down his face and choked with sobs: "Junior brother Fang, I know you are capable, but senior brother is wrong. Senior brother should not doubt you or contradict Elder Wu. Senior brother knows that he will definitely lose, so I plan to admit defeat, but can we find a place to talk and change the punishment? Senior brother really knows that he is wrong. Please give me a way out, junior brother Fang."

He kowtowed violently.

Fang Mian was stunned when he saw his movements. He thought of what the senior brother who had brought him meals in the past few days had said to him. Zhang Shuai got the retribution he deserved. Looking at Zhang Shuai's current appearance, he seemed to have guessed something about Zhang Shuai. The treatment he received made him feel a little pity for him for a while.

His eyes softened and he said to Zhang Shuai in a relaxed tone: "Senior Brother Zhang, since you have decided to admit defeat, you can go talk to my master. If he decides to forgive you, I have no other opinions."

After he finished speaking, he planned to turn around and return to the shed, not wanting to talk to Zhang Shuai any more.

But just as he turned around, he heard a sound of gnashing teeth next to his ear.

"It seems that no matter what, Junior Brother Fang refuses to leave here with me. If that's the case, then don't blame Senior Brother for taking action."

Fang Mian stiffened, turned around, and instantly felt a strong wind blowing towards him. When he looked again, he saw a shadow shaking in front of his eyes. Zhang Shuai had disappeared and appeared behind him. He reached out his hand and grabbed his collar. Lift him up.

The two looked at each other, looking at Zhang Shuai's eyes, Fang Mian felt the deep hatred hidden in his eyes. He concentrated and reached for the pocket on his waist.

Zhang Shuai narrowed his eyes, sneered twice and said to Fang Mian: "Junior brother Fang, I don't want to hurt you, but you'd better follow me obediently, otherwise..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Fang Mian raise his arm and wave it in front of him, and then he felt as if something was stuffed into his mouth.

He felt it on his tongue. The thing was round and about the size of a grain of rice. When it entered his mouth, he blocked it in time and prevented it from falling into his throat.

He looked at Fang Mian with evil eyes, ready to spit out the contents of his mouth.

But Fang Mian smiled crookedly and heard him gloating: "Brother Zhang, what I threw into your mouth just now is the seed I copied from the murderous devil pepper. Although this seed is only the size of a grain of rice, as long as it is Bite it open, and a lot of chili powder will be sprayed from it. The spiciness of the powder can cause pain for a whole day even if it touches the skin!"

Zhang Shuai's face froze, and he felt a burst of joy in his heart. He was glad that he picked it up with his tongue instead of biting it with his teeth. He was even more fortunate that Fang Mian had spoken out about it now, and he was secretly relieved.

But at this moment, Fang Mian said again: "Oh, I know that with the wisdom of Senior Brother Zhang, he will definitely not bite it, so I added a small amount of soul power in it. As long as the time is up, It will take care of itself..."

"Burst open!"

Zhang Shuai seemed to have heard the devil talking to himself, with a panicked look on his face. He pressed his tongue against the chili seed, trying to push it out, but his saliva kept it firmly attached to his tongue.

In desperation, he opened his mouth and grabbed it with his hands, but the moment his fingertips entered his mouth, a strong tingling sensation exploded from his mouth. He could clearly feel a burst of small flour-like particles. It spread in his mouth and stuck to the oral mucosa. The next moment, a fierce burning pain occupied the entire mouth, as if a mouthful of hot lava was being held in his mouth, and his brain shut down for a moment.

Fang Mian took the opportunity to hit him on the eye box with his fist.

If it were normal, with his small arms and legs, it would be difficult to cause damage to Zhang Shuai. But now Zhang Shuai is trapped in sharp pain, and a fragile part like his eyeballs is attacked. He really can't bear it, so he will Just throw it away and throw it away.

Fang Mian's back hit the ground, and he grimaced in pain, but there was no time to cry out in pain now. He turned over and stood up, took out the slingshot behind him, and grabbed a rake of dark red particles as big as rice grains from the bag. It's the killer pepper seeds.

He fired the slingshot at Zhang Shuai, and a few seconds later, a burst of dark red smoke appeared out of thin air, surrounding Zhang Shuai.

"what!"

Zhang Shuai, who was in the center of the smoke, screamed. Fang Mian breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the sound.

"Bastard, I'm going to kill you."

Zhang Shuai roared, and the next moment, Fang Mian saw a figure rushing out of the red mist and attacking him.

Fang Mian frowned, but did not look panicked. He took out a white glass bead-sized ball and smashed it on the ground. A thick white mist rose from under his feet, wrapped him up, and then spread outward.

Several bright lights flashed in the white mist, and the next second, Zhang Shuai rushed out of the white mist.

His current condition is very embarrassing, his skin is painful, red and swollen, and the skin has been scratched in some places. His whole face is like plowed earth. Blood is seeping from the wounds and all over his face. Coupled with the red skin, it makes him feel uncomfortable. He was like a fierce ghost stepping out of hell, demanding his life from Fang Mian.

He was holding a short-handled sickle in his hand, and there was a light yellow halo floating around him. Even his martial spirit was replaced. It was obvious that he was serious about it.

"Damn guy, where did he go?"

Zhang Shuai stuck out his tongue, hoping that the cool night breeze would soothe the pain in his mouth, but it was of no use. Every breath he took gave him a burning sensation like a fire.

He glanced around, the white mist gradually dissipated, and he saw a place in the wheat field shaking abnormally. His eyes were sharp, and he tiptoed, chasing that place into the wheat field.

But after entering the wheat field, he disappeared again. Fang Mian was too small, only three feet tall. He seemed to be invisible in the wheat field of about 1.2 meters, without a trace.

Even though Zhang Shuai had a wide field of vision, he couldn't find Fang Mian's figure.

"Junior brother Fang, stop hiding. I don't want to hurt you. As long as you come with me, everything will be fine between us. Hurry up and come to me now. Otherwise, when I find you, I will decide first Cut off your limbs, chop you into pieces, and bury you under this wheat field."

Zhang Shuai threatened fiercely, with a fierce look in his eyes, waving a sickle in his hand, slashing left and right, trying to find Fang Mian's whereabouts.

Suddenly, a black shadow flew behind him. He reacted quickly and dodged it in a blink of an eye. Then he headed towards the place where the object was shot. His soul ring flashed and he leaped into the air, spanning a distance of more than ten meters. A big jumping chop.

It happened to be cut half a meter in front of Fang Mian.

Fang Mian looked horrified and turned to run away.

Zhang Shuai smiled ferociously, pulled out the sickle from the soil, and strode after Fang Mian.

One step of his can reach Fang Mian's three or four steps, and he is fast. Therefore, he suddenly has a successful mentality of a hunter who is about to hunt his prey.

He grinned wildly and shouted: "Run, Junior Brother Fang, run as hard as you can, I'm going to catch you, your limbs will be separated from your body."

After saying this, he stretched out his hand, and his fingertips kept getting closer to Fang Mian's back collar, and they were about to touch it.

Suddenly, he felt something stepping on his feet. When he looked down, he saw several green vines growing out from under his feet climbing on his feet and reaching his knees, preventing him from moving forward.

"Hmph, little trick."

Zhang Shuai sneered, brandished his sickle, and cut off Teng Man's left foot. He was about to cut off his right foot when he heard Fang Mian's voice coming from the front. He looked up.

Fang Mian actually stopped, stood up straight and looked at him coldly, pointed at his toes, and said, "Pea shooter, shoot his feet off."

As soon as he finished speaking, several whistling winds passed through the wheat field. Zhang Shuai stared at it. Suddenly, he saw that there seemed to be seven or eight unknown green crops in the wheat field, surrounding him from eight different directions. He was wondering. Sometimes, my legs hurt.

He looked down and saw eight fist-sized peas falling on his two legs at the same time. The next moment, eight huge forces from eight different directions squeezed open his flesh and crushed his body. Bones completely separated his body from his thighs.

Under the night sky, a crow was resting on a branch. Suddenly, a shrill and painful scream came from the distance. The crow opened its scarlet eyes and looked in that direction. Then it flapped its wings and flew high. It was not because it was frightened. , but it knows that there is food.