What a pitiful marrow-washing herb【Interstellar】

There were no accidents this time, and the general who had been paying attention to Cao Cao all the way was relieved.

The trees outside the cave were towering, and the starship he was on was a small ship for emergency use, and there was no shadow in the lush greenery.

He simply memorized the location where the starship landed when he ejected the starship. Qin Han was holding a hastily in one hand and a gun in the other, alert to possible crises in the forest.

Caocao, who was staying safely in his arms, was different, his two leaves kept sliding on the light screen, and the text on the screen was scrolling crazily, and he was more than just looking at ten lines.

That is Qin Han's spare optical computer. There is no signal here, but some popular science books are brought with each optical computer when it leaves the factory.

Seeing this, the general smiled indulgently, just as if he was talking about it, he didn't know that with the huge spiritual consciousness of the marrow grass, if he was not afraid that the light screen would not be able to respond, he would have already read all the enlightenment books hastily.

Cao Cao, who quickly absorbed the knowledge of the interstellar era, was a little shocked. This is an era completely different from his world.

People without cultivation can fly in the air for a long time, and what looks like an extremely weak existence possesses extremely powerful weapons, some of which can even be compared to a mighty full-strength blow.

After hastily reading what he wanted, the speed of flipping slowed down. He sighed melancholy, and the four leaves on his head drooped slightly.

The general who was running at extreme speed stopped immediately, and asked with concern: "What's the matter? Are you tired?"

Those two leaves flipped extremely fast, and the afterimages they drew were almost hard to catch with the general's eyes.

He was worried about the leaves that seemed to be particularly delicate, afraid that they would be injured.

A leaf patted on his wrist, hastily beckoning him to continue walking.

The outside is even more dangerous than he imagined, and now he lacks aura, he can't even transform into a form, and he is carrying an "ordinary person" who has turned into a fool and has no aura at all.

What can I do in the future?

The general of a legion under his command didn't know that his little benefactor was worrying about his future. He only saw that the increasingly debilitated hastily had written his frustration on every leaf.

After estimating the distance to the starship, the general reckoned that he would not be able to reach his destination today, so he found a tall and sturdy tree and climbed up.

He stood on the branch, hugged the grass with one hand, and punched the trunk of the tree with the other hand. He pulled out a tree hole in twos and put the grass in his hand. He said gently: "I'll make it." A tree house, wait for me here, okay?"

Frightened by his fierce tactics, Caocao shook the leaves in a trance.

The general jumped straight down, was startled hastily again, he hastily stretched out a leaf to catch him.

The general who had already landed steadily saw the long hanging leaves as soon as he turned around. He reached out and touched it, thinking that the little benefactor wanted to follow him, so he persuaded: "I'll be back soon, you wait for me up there, okay?" ?"

The fallen leaves receded little by little, with a hastily put on a serious face in thought, isn't this "ordinary person" so ordinary?

Except for sword cultivators, immortal cultivators rarely temper their bodies. Why do they have to be violent when they can be solved with a formula?

Qin Liu was made a little stiff by the man whose painting style changed drastically.

The general, who promised to go back as soon as possible, acted extremely quickly. He also had a lot of experience in jungle warfare, and he quickly found tough vines and tree trunks as thick as arms.

Tie the trunks tightly with vines, the general carried them with one hand, and threw them upwards with one hand, so that the bundle of branches was firmly stuck among the dense branches and leaves above.

The general who quickly returned to the tree saw that the hasty leaves were a little straight again, and when he was frightened by the thrown branches, he comforted softly, "It's okay, it will be fine in a while."

Spreading out the branches, the general quickly made a rectangle out of the vines and stuffed the other trunks into it.

After the platform was built, Qin Han set up the marching tent on it, fixed it firmly, and then took grass and got in.

Qin Han took out his can, and put the bag of spirit stones in the grass basin, "You..."

It was only after the conversation started that the general realized that the two of them hadn't introduced each other before. He laughed a little, "My name is Qin Han, do you have a name?"

"My name is Qin Liu." He said his name hastily, and rolled up the bag of spirit stones. He didn't know that the general had seen him stealing them a long time ago, and thought that Qin Han had given them to him for safekeeping.

Seeing hastily buried the small bag in the soil without taking out a single one, the general was a little curious, "Don't you want it?"

Cao Cao looked at him strangely, there must be a spiritual vein here because there is plenty of spiritual energy outside the cave, and the spiritual stones in this bag are just a drop in the ocean compared to the spiritual vein.

Thinking about it, this is already all his belongings.

Hastily said to him in a caring and poor voice, "No need, you keep it."

After all you are so poor.

General, "?"

Qin Liu didn't know that no one in the interstellar world knew how to absorb spirit energy, and the spirit stone was just a rare decoration.

It was getting late, and the general was holding a can of food for dinner. He didn't see that the eyes that looked at him carelessly from the side became more caring.

In the past, men never treated themselves badly, they used the best spirit fruit and spirit meat, but now seeing Qin Han holding an iron can and eating it, Qin Liu almost exclaimed.

Poor little Kangkang, he lost his magic weapon, so he can only live in such a desolate tree house, eating iron skin that even beggars despise.

Marching · The appearance is really bad · The taste is hard to describe · Canned food: Are you okay?Personal attacks?

Qin Han·Little Poor·General: Engrossed in eating, I don’t know anything.

The general who swallowed the last mouthful of the can immediately took a big mouthful of water, and was then gently patted by the hastily protruding leaves.

Unaware that he was sympathetic, the general pulled out a new can and asked him, "Want to try it?"

Hastily pulled back the leaf and shook it wildly, the whole of Hasiao interpreted the word "rejection".

Qin Han was amused by his nervous look, he threw the can out of the tent with the lid on tightly, the can fell into the soil, and after 5 minutes it automatically decomposed and volatilized in the air.

The man lay down, hastily beside him, he could see it as soon as he turned his head.

The two had a friendly interaction before going to bed.

"What are you?" the general asked him, adding in fear that he would think too much, "I have never seen your species."

Of course, even in ancient times, he was rarely seen.

Qin Liu said modestly, "I'm a marrow-washing grass that is very, very gifted, very, very good, and very, very, very savvy."

"Washing marrow grass? The name sounds nice." The man praised him.

Hastily, "?" Can't you hear so many of his prefixes?

"Is your name because you have six leaves?"

Hearing him ask such a question, Cao Cao felt a little embarrassed, "It's not a duck. Someone raised me before, and I was his sixth one."

"But I'm the only one he can support."

Qin Han thought of that cave, and indeed there were human beings who lived here, he hesitated when he spoke again, and felt a little sour, "Then he doesn't live here?"

"He's dead, it's been a long time." Isn't returning to the world the same as returning to heaven?Thinking of the sadness of thousands of years hastily, I feel a little unhappy.

When he heard the general ask what kind of person raised him, he recalled a word he had seen in his brain before.

"He's a big pig's trotter."

The general didn't know much about the word, and he didn't realize how crazy children's books are nowadays.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

It turned out to be just a residence.

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Qin Han·Poverty and Poor·General: So I am a pig

I got a thunder for the first time yesterday, and I am so happy.