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

Chapter 269 268. So happy!

Huaiyu knew nothing about the changes inside and outside the hall.

If she turned back at this moment, she would be able to see inside the boat-shaped tree cocoon. Zhou Qian was wrapped in thin and dense fibrous roots like a sleeping beauty. It was obvious that Zhou Qian was unknown.

And on the outside of the tree cocoon, the fibrous roots stretched forward without knowing when, like a group of spider threads actively climbing, which was strange and inexplicable.

The thousands of fibrous roots groped forward and soon climbed onto the body of the mutated macaque. The elm yellow mushrooms on the head and face trembled and soon became quiet.

But the spreading milky white fibrous roots penetrated the thick armor-like hair of the mutated macaque at this moment, and then plunged hard into the already gradually cold flesh.

After a while, the milky white fibrous roots turned faintly pink, accompanied by gurgling fluorescence.

In the cocoon of the tree, Zhou Qian's whole body was also shrouded in this layer of light pink, and the hideously opened wounds gave birth to new flesh buds at some unknown time...

…

At this moment, Huaiyu was standing in the densely covered bushes outside, looking for a flexible yet strong rattan. It is best to have thicker blades, which will have stronger buffering and shock-absorbing effects.

While searching, she was also thinking—

Although the Dao Palace is deep in the mountains, since it used to be a tourist attraction, it shouldn't be too far from the bottom of the mountain.

The reason why they spent a day and a morning was that the efficiency of traveling during the day was not high (after all, Huaiyu had always been dedicated to fishing), and the other reason was that they took many long detours. In addition, many roads built before are difficult to walk...

In other words, as long as you find the right direction, there must be a shortcut to go down the mountain! If all goes well, it's not impossible to bring Zhou Qian back tonight!

Thinking of this, she was filled with energy, and then she quickly stretched out her hands to pull at the different shrubs in front of her, quickly releasing her powers.

The originally mediocre branches expanded and grew rapidly, like a giant python walking through the bushes. Although the thickness was not exaggerated, the long vines were already stacked on each other.

Huaiyu panted and retracted his hand.

She had never tried to urge herself to use powers with such intensity. Although it only took a short time, the growth rate of this vine has far exceeded any species she has spawned before.

At this moment, she chose a good position and used her knees hard—

"Crack!"

With the cooperation of both hands, the long vine was broken at the right place, and the tough bark pulled out a long strip. Huaiyu dragged her to the Taoist palace again.

As she hurriedly passed the entrance of the hall, she was stunned again, and then slowly stepped back—

At a glance, the roses at the door seemed different.

The petals seem to be fresher and more juicy, and the color of the flowers seems to be slightly richer than before, and they don't look so weak and pitiful.

This brief doubt quickly passed through her mind, and then she was worried about Zhou Qian, whose life and death were uncertain. Huaiyu dragged the long vines and ran forward again, entering the main hall. The milky white tree cocoon was still silent. Placed there, I don't know whether it is the effect of light, but it looks like a hazy pink color.

Huaiyu hesitated and stopped.

She always felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't express it.

Is this a sixth sense? Just like Zhou Qian’s instinct to dodge instantly when being attacked by a mutated macaque—wait a minute!

Mutated macaque!

Huaiyu finally knew what was wrong!

Because at this moment, she discovered that the corpse of the mutated macaque that was originally on the side of the hall had shriveled up at some point! It seemed like there was only a pile of fluffy monkey skin left!

Her face instantly turned pale—could this mutated macaque still shed its shell?

Peel off his own fur and run away covered in a blur of flesh and blood? But there were no traces of struggling or moving around, not even blood, and the elm-yellow mushroom on its head...

Oh, the yellow mushrooms are still there. Quietly, Huaiyu breathed a sigh of relief again.

Only then did she approach the tree cocoon.

But what happened was that Zhou Qian's body was wrapped in dense fibrous roots. He was sleeping there quietly at the moment, his breathing was steady and his expression was soothing.

The pain he showed just before he went out seemed to have disappeared.

Huaiyu: ...At this moment, her head is full of little question marks.

What does this...mean? Do you think you will catch a cold just lying down on a 37-8-degree day? So cover yourself with a quilt?

But no matter what, looking at the tree cocoon where he had lived for several years, Huaiyu subconsciously felt that he was safe.

And I don't know if it's an illusion, but after looking at it for a long time, I feel that Zhou Qian's face looks much better than before.

That…

She hesitated and looked at the long vine she was still holding in her hand: Are you still making up this simple stretcher?

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When Zhou Qian opened his eyes, he didn't know what night it was.

A tall dusty curtain floats above the head. From this angle, one can still see the cold and indifferent eyes of an unknown **** on the high altar.

There was an orange-red light swimming above the statue. Occasionally the curtain was lifted, reflecting in His eyes, as if this aloof **** also had a touch of warmth.

He stared blankly for a while, and suddenly heard the shivering movement of Xixi again. At this moment, he subconsciously turned his head, which caused the tree cocoon to shake slightly. Zhou Qian suddenly came to his senses and sat up suddenly:

"Xiaoyu!"

"I am here!"

Huaiyu's voice is close at hand! Be happy and excited, all in this answer!

When Zhou Qian turned around, he saw it was pitch black outside, with dim firelight dancing in the hall—the orange-red light swimming on the statue he had just seen was the firelight jumping from it.

There was still a familiar small pot on the simple stove. The water in the pot was gurgling at this moment. Zhou Qian was startled:

"Is it dark?"

It must have been noon when he lay down, right?

"Yes." Huaiyu came over and nodded: "Brother Zhou Qian, it's already past 10 pm!"

Zhou Qian was at a loss. There were too many things he wanted to say and questions he wanted to ask. But when he subconsciously turned over and sat up, causing the tree cocoon to shake again, he was suddenly stunned again:

"My injury..."

Huaiyu's eyes were also full of surprise, and he nodded fiercely at this moment: "That's right! Your injury is healed!"

In fact, after hesitating in the afternoon, she decided to continue weaving the stretcher, but because she was too nervous, she still checked Zhou Qian's condition from time to time, but she could clearly see his dark face, and her complexion could also be vaguely seen. !

Especially the color of his lips, which has gone from pale and dark to the normal dark reddish state now, Zhou Qian seems to be really repairing his body!

After Huaiyu noticed this, he hugged the big tree cocoon without saying a word - so happy!

So happy!

Update two, good night. The next door is writing and writing.