Six Years After the Disaster, I Saved My Farm by Growing Bean Sprouts

Chapter 268 267. The fibrous roots of the tree cocoon

Huaiyu was pleasantly surprised!

At this moment, she handed the kettle directly to Zhou Qian: "Drink quickly!"

Then he went to bring the whole pot over: "Come on, brother Zhou Qian's good legs, do you want to take them internally or externally? The water is a bit hot, let it dry for a while!"

Zhou Qian almost spat out a mouthful of water. He choked and coughed so much that red marks appeared on his wounds. Then he glared at Huai Yu:

"Don't you think it's weird?"

Huaiyu fell silent.

After a while, she suddenly said: "I have already raised two cubs and Ketaro. Brother Zhou Qian, your legs...are still not good enough?"

They are just a few small moving ivy vines, with no leaves that dare to grow, and no thoughts of their own, only the instinct of evolution. They want to drink some ginseng water, what's wrong with that?

Zhou Qian:…

"Having said that, is there something wrong with you comparing my weirdness to Katsaro and Big Zai and Er Zai?"

"Xiaoyu, your aesthetics are very advanced."

Huaiyu briefly reflected on this for a moment - Alas! It’s not a crime to be aesthetically advanced, so why can’t it be allowed?

Plants, animals and humans just look different, so why not graft them together?

Besides, she had talked about someone like Wu Yue before, so why wasn't it a unique aesthetic?

It was said that the world was sorry for her, but at the age of falling in love, God pushed the scumbag here - hum!

She was confident.

Lowering his head again, he saw the branches of the ivy swimming around the pot but was not in a hurry. He probably understood that they were connected to Zhou Qian's body after all and needed to be taken internally by him to be effective.

"Brother Zhou Qian, don't be impatient, there is a pot here, drink it up quickly!"

"This leg is our life-saving leg. It's working hard. You can replenish it for others!"

"And these spores..."

The spore powder was scattered on the ground among the vines, but there was a lot of it, apparently filling the gaps in the entire leg. Unfortunately, Yuhuanggu knew that they were communication ambassadors, so he did not have direct contact with Zhou Qian's flesh and blood.

Now that he had indeed saved his life, Huaiyu took a look at the mushrooms on the mutated macaque's head, and reverently stuffed the handful of spore powder in his hand into the seam of his legs -

Zhou Qian:? ? ?

He moved.

"Don't move!" Huaiyu stopped him: "Brother Zhou Qian, you really have no sense of combat - you see, you have no superpowers, so you will suffer a little loss if you encounter something powerful in a fight."

"Now Yuhuanggu is willing to cooperate with you. From now on, you can move your legs more and use these spore powder to make people hard to detect!"

"How wonderful this is! If I could have used this trick last time I went to the wasteland, that spider would have been sucked dry long ago."

Zhou Qian followed her words and fantasized about the extremely poisonous black widow covered in mushrooms... For some reason, the memory of such a ferocious and sinister thing was actually a little funny when he put it into context at the moment.

Although Huaiyu's suggestion sounds unreliable, the monkey experiment with this mutated macaque is obviously the most reliable.

In this case…

Just as he was about to say something, Huai Yu had already raised his head: "Brother Zhou Qian, you have to be nicer to the yellow mushrooms that grow in front of our house from now on. Otherwise, if they are unhappy, the spore powder will not be given to you."

Zhou Qian:…

His thousands of words were blocked in his throat, and he could only listen silently at this moment.

…

The cup of ginseng tea was quickly finished.

But unfortunately, it had no effect on his injuries, and instead he felt pain in his legs again. The branches of the ivy are connected to the nerves and are growing rapidly.

During the injury, his endurance was much worse than before. At this moment, his face suddenly turned white and he was sweating profusely. Huaiyu instantly realized that something was wrong -

The fat ginseng whiskers are only useful for mutated creatures!

So now comes the most serious question - how to bring Zhou Qian down the mountain?

She looked at her thin arms and regretted for the first time that she hadn't developed a body of tendons. Now she couldn't carry him!

Huaiyu looked outside the Dao Palace and finally made up his mind: "Brother Zhou Qian, just hold on a little longer and I'll make a stretcher for you!"

She looked at the dusty hall again, and then at the pain-bearing look on Zhou Qian's face. At this moment, she quickly raised the boat-shaped tree cocoon on the side slightly:

"Brother Zhou Qian, please come here and lie down first. Don't contaminate the wound again."

Zhou Qian. He no longer had the energy to speak, and even his lips were turning pale at the moment, and the sweat on his head was oozing out. Fortunately, because his legs and feet were not injured, he was able to fall down in the tree cocoon with difficulty.

He knew the situation the two of them were facing now - it was too deep into the mountain. Even if Huaiyu hurriedly went down the mountain to call someone to save him, he might not be able to survive until that time.

But if he expects this little girl to carry him down the mountain...

Check out the 16-9 book bar and see the correct version!

Zhou Qian was enjoying the pain and pulled the corners of his lips with difficulty: It would be better to tie himself up a few times and push him down the mountain faster.

Therefore, all he can do is cooperate as much as possible to let his body last longer.

Hold on until she gives up accompanying you, then go down the mountain to find a way...

At the very least, she who has experienced this will not suffer from facing separation and giving up.

The white fibrous roots of the tree cocoon are layered like a huge sponge bowl. When you lie on it, you will feel thick, dense and soft. The ship-like curvature will rock slightly if you turn your body slightly. Although your legs need to be curled up slightly, it is indeed much more comfortable than the hard ground.

He slightly twitched the corners of his lips at Huaiyu, who was nervously holding the cocoon: "Go."

Huaiyu nodded and said solemnly: "Brother Zhou Qian, don't worry, I will never give up."

Now, she wanted to grow as many vines as possible and weave a simple stretcher as soon as possible.

Then he dragged it down the mountain step by step.

In this short moment, her expression returned to a determined and confident look.

Zhou Qian looked at her back as she hurried out the door. The hall was silent at this moment, but he felt an inexplicable feeling of envy.

How good! Always have hope.

The area where the simple towel restraint was tied to stop the bleeding was slightly swollen, painful and numb, and severe pain came from his legs. The long battle and continuous blood loss made his consciousness a little blurry.

And before he knew it, countless milky-white thin fibrous roots suddenly sprouted from the inside of the tree cocoon, wrapping him tightly like spider threads.

Then, the skylight was completely blocked.

Zhou Qian's eyelids trembled slightly, as if he was trying to wake up from this inexplicable state, but in the end, his world finally fell into darkness.

Outside the main hall, small and lonely wild rose flowers trembled slightly, and soon the petals all over their heads quickly withered. But in a blink of an eye, new buds regenerated that were more intensely pink than before.

Update one. Wow, it’s almost 600,000 words! I originally participated in the essay contest with the intention of earning a million dollars...

Update 2 is finished and will be posted at 11:00.

Now I concentrate on continuing to write about Tan Tan next door.