Wei Yangmou

Waking up in the middle of the night, the movement was not obvious, but he sat up immediately, and he didn't look like he was awake. Looking at him, he saw that his eyes were closed, but his face was facing the door. It turned out to be very indifferent.

Quietly, he used the confinement formation on the bed, and walked out the door by himself.

Keng, Keng...

Slightly frowning, he had heard this sound a few hours ago, when he was digging the ground to plant the plants he had brought back.

He instinctively thought that the thing he brought back was restless and wanted to escape. After all, he didn't see other living things around here.

The escape route of that thing was sealed off almost at the moment of the shot. Even though there was a wooden wall, the power did not weaken at all. He thought that even if the thing escaped into the ground, he would be able to pull it back again.

However, when he opened the wooden door and took a look, the thing was still there. Apart from the thicker snow, there were no other traces on the ground.

"Hey……"

The toe that was not very polite touched the thing, the other party shook slightly, a few leaves shook, and a voice as thin as a mosquito sounded: "Yes, is there something wrong?"

He squatted down and looked at the traces on the ground. The snow was a little irregular, lumps together, obviously passive.

"Who has been here?"

The little thing trembled suddenly, seemed a little surprised, even raised his voice a little, and said in surprise: "Has anyone been here?!"

He squinted his eyes and glanced at it, reached out and grabbed its leaves, and tugged gently, the threat was very obvious.

The little thing trembled slightly, and when he spoke again, his tone sounded a little sad, and he said sadly: "I fell asleep, I didn't see... I really didn't see..."

Some doubts, silent for a moment, whispered: "You'd better tell the truth."

The little thing shook the leaves lightly, indicating that what he said was the truth.

Ignoring him and returning to the wooden house, the little thing let out a long sigh of relief when he heard the door closing, but kept silent for a quarter of an hour before carefully shaking the leaves.

The snow on the ground suddenly bulged, and he looked around consciously, and slowly approached the little thing when he saw no movement.Then, the clanging sound of digging the soil came back.

"How did you get buried so firmly?"

That ball of snow complained, and the little thing was wronged: "I don't know, hurry up, be gentle, don't quarrel people again."

As soon as it finished speaking, a hand descended from the sky, pinched its slender roots, and pulled him out of the snow with ease.

The little thing screamed in shock, almost thinking that he would be cut in half for such a rude method.

"To shut up!"

He growled impatiently and kicked his feet at the same time: "You'd better come out by yourself."

Just as the little thing was about to hint that the ball of snow was stable, he saw a snowball slowly rolling on the ground, then flew into the air, and smashed towards his face.

I squinted my eyes, and the snow ball became snowflakes again in a few electric sparks.

The little thing struggled violently, raised it in front of his eyes, and asked suspiciously: "The medicine planter?"

The little thing froze and shook his head again and again: "I look like this, how can I look like a human?"

Then he looked at the snow on the ground again: "That's you."

The little thing trembled and tremblingly said: "Who are you talking to, yes, is there a ghost?"

Almost laughed at this clumsy pretending to be stupid, stooped, pinched a snowball very fiercely with his hands, shook it in front of the little thing, and said sinisterly: "You say, I put it If it is crushed, what will appear?"

The little thing couldn't hold it anymore, and all the leaves drooped, and he replied listlessly: "Okay, how did you recognize it?"

Throwing away the snowball in his hand, the thing rolled bigger and bigger in the snow, and finally formed a snowman as tall as him.

The snowman didn't seem to have a good temper, or maybe he was pissed off by that pinch. As soon as he took shape, he rushed over with all his teeth and claws. The snowman was smashed apart with a punch, and then reshaped very quickly.

After about three or four times, the thing finally gave up, and it seemed to be a dismembered corpse, but its tone was very impatient: "What do you want me for?"

She raised her eyebrows: "The medicine planter?"

The snowman snorted coldly, and barely answered, but he was a little suspicious. The little thing in his hand waved the leaves: "I was planted by him."

Looking at it, the eyes were clear, and the snowman suddenly jumped up from the ground: "I finally planted a beautiful thing, who knew he could run!"

The little thing hangs down the leaves guiltily.

Thinking of the inexplicable reaction just now, I was half-believed in my heart, still holding the little thing with one hand and the heart of the medicine snowman with the other, and carried them into the wooden house.

Han Yan had fallen asleep again, but from time to time a spark would flash across her chest.

Staring at the snowman's heart: "He has fire poison in his body, can you cure it?"

The snowman's heart skipped a beat: "I'm just a medicine grower. I can grow whatever I want, but I don't know how to see a doctor."

This explanation is really irritating enough, and it takes extremely strong restraint to prevent myself from accidentally crushing these two to death.

The little thing trembled, stretched out the leaves and slapped the snow ball: "You, speak well."

Xuetuan snorted coldly: "I can try to grow something extremely cold, but it may not be successful. Moreover, there are many things you need, and you may not be able to find them..."

Immediately surprised: "Really?"

The snowman moved reluctantly: "Let's say it first, if I have been cultivated, you can no longer appear here; also, if it is because you failed to prepare the materials that lead to my failure, you can't blame me. over my head."

The success rate of this thing is frighteningly low, but Snowman dared not say this. He secretly decided that if he kept failing, he would tell him that there was something wrong with the things he had prepared.

However, at this moment, he completely ignored these things, his heart was full of joy, and he wanted to hug him very much. As soon as the thought came to him, he remembered that there were two outsiders here.

"Let's discuss tomorrow!"

He threw those two out, and his mood was still difficult to calm down. He intellectually doubted the identities of the two, and felt that the fact that the drug planter was a snowman was too bizarre, but his emotions overwhelmed his reason with a powerful advantage, and he eagerly hoped that the other party would Can bring good news.

Therefore, in order to avoid making wrong decisions in an irrational state, he had to set aside midnight to think and calm down.

The next day, I woke up thirsty, my throat seemed to be on fire, and there was a circle of blisters on my mouth. I reached out and touched it from an inch away, but I didn't dare to touch it. The place will catch fire too?"

Naturally, the poisonous fire bug came out by itself.

I didn’t mention this, and I went outside to bring back the two that were thrown out after a simple meal. The snowman had already rolled into a table-high snowman, looking small and delicate, and the little thing with colorful leaves took root on top of his head.

Startled, with surprise in his eyes, he tentatively stretched out his hand to touch it, the few leaves trembled flatteringly, and rubbed against his palm twice, the snowman sat opposite him seriously, stretched out his handless Arm: "I want to feel your pulse."

Looking at Xiang, squatting down behind him, first gave the snowman a warning look, and then whispered: "Let him try."

He rolled up his sleeves and rested his wrists on the wooden pier that served as a table.

The snowman's touch was no different from that of ordinary ice and snow. When it touched his wrist, some of it turned into water and trickled down his arm.

The little thing was worried: "Hurry up, don't melt yourself down in a while."

The snowman rolled his eyes and withdrew his hands. His arm was obviously shortened, and he felt a little guilty. Fortunately, there was snow everywhere outside, so it shouldn't be difficult to "grow" it back.

"how?"

There was uncontrollable anxiety in his voice, but when Snowman looked at him, he only noticed the threat in his eyes.

He cursed secretly in his heart, reluctantly said: "Although you have to restrain yourself after eating, it took too long..."

Lowering his eyes, self-blame flashed past.

But as if he saw it, he stretched his hand behind his back and slowly held his.

The snowman turned his face away and continued: "But it's not impossible, cultivating herbs is time-consuming, and he may not be able to wait, unless..."

The two looked over in unison. The snowman wanted to show off, but when he met his eyes, he became a little embarrassed. He was a little more patient than before, and even his voice was softer.

"There are treasures to help."

"What treasure? Where can I find it?"

Snowman paused, and was about to pick up Joe, but the little thing on top of his head pointed out shamelessly: "Have you seen the big lake? It's inside."

The snowman angrily stretched out his hand to grab the thing that was eaten inside and out, and stuck his arm into his head. The scene was a little scary for a while, but the two people on the opposite side didn't notice it, and all their attention was focused on the lake.

The little thing continued to sell teammates, stretching his slender roots as far as possible, pointing at the sea of ​​ice: "He and I have been looking for the treasure inside, with that, we can grow medicine."

Frowning slightly, he heard the lawsuit in these words: "You don't know what that thing looks like?"

The little thing shook the leaves guiltily.

He said again: "What use is that thing to you? Why do you have to find it?!"

The little thing hangs down the leaves and pretends to be dead. The snowman is very hard-hearted, but at this time he can only smash the can.

"Since it's a baby, there must be some other abilities. Maybe we can become adults. I have planted countless medicines here, but I have never planted a life. I am too lonely..."

He and his gaze fell on the little thing with hanging leaves, isn't this life?

The snowman was so angry that he stretched his arm, pulled the little thing off, pointed to its white radish-like root and said, "Can't you see that this is a snowball? There is half of my heart inside. Not another life, he is me!"

Shocked: "..."

Isn't that a carrot?