The pork butcher is smoother than a pig butcher!

Chapter 180 Ride the wildest horse, be the coolest kid!
In the late afternoon, yellow sand filled the sky over the grassland.

Those bare bones buried in the shallow layer were then covered with layers of thick sand.

After the wind stopped.

Just a few days ago, a horrific incident occurred where an army of 10,000 rats devoured a living person, and those rats were permanently buried in the sand.

At that moment, a woman in gray armor walked through the yellow sand.

She kept stirring up sand with her hands.

Oh no, it's grass seeds that fly like sand.

After excavating an area of ​​about ten acres, he sat down in the yellow sand and activated the wood-type ability to grow.

An army of big-eyed weasels, their eyes wide open.

Just watch as countless seeds sprout from the yellow sand and grow taller and taller at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In just a few dozen breaths, a large patch of green grass had grown.

The tender green grass carries a rich, fresh fragrance.

It was a flavor that the weasels had been longing for during their months of hibernation.

The weasels were in a daze.

What kind of magic did the king's two-legged beast master just use?
They are not rats without common sense; it would take them two or three months to grow to this size on a grassland!

We await only the king's command.

All the weasels frantically rushed towards the large patch of green grass.

One bite.

Wow.

This is a type of forage I've never eaten before; it's so tender and juicy, and it even has a hint of nectar-like flavor.

So delicious!
too delicious!

One bite after another, you want to keep eating.

Tired of eating green fodder, Gan Minglan then encouraged the weasel army to grow doggrass seeds in ten acres of sandy land.

Dog rice grass seeds not only provide the feeling of fullness of grains, but also taste dozens of times better than millet.

It's practically etched into the heart of the weasel army!

After a hearty meal, everyone busied themselves picking grass seeds and frantically carrying them into their respective mouse holes.

While the army of weasels were busy cooking, the aroma of dog rice grass stems and seeds drifted far away on the grassland wind.

At this moment, Gan Minglan was still enjoying the pleasure of feeding the army of weasels.

She had no idea what those twenty acres of doggrass in the semi-desert area meant to herbivores.

After she went to sleep in the Sacred Tree Space, a series of uninvited guests came to the grassland.

The army of weasels, having eaten their fill and filled the warehouse, quickly retreated.

The grass on the vast grassland is all unclaimed.

Anyone who comes can take a bite.

Countless marmots have arrived.

The grass rabbit is here!
Even the silly roe deer, which isn't picky about food, came along because of the smell of grass.

Herbivores such as moose and gazelles also arrived at the scene one after another.

The commotion they caused finally attracted a herd of fifteen wild horses led by a strong stallion.

Wild horses are the best running animals on the grasslands, sometimes running continuously for several hours, and they eat dozens of kilograms of grass every day.

After a winter of hunger, this group of people were all skin and bones.

The first bite revealed the extraordinary flavor of this grassland.

They absolutely refuse to leave until they've chewed all the delicious grass, roots and all.

He was too focused on cooking.

Even the ever-vigilant Wild Horse King failed to notice that a two-legged creature had appeared out of nowhere near the pasture.

All the herbivores kept their heads down, with juice from doggrass roots dripping from their mouths.

Gan Minglan, who had just left the space, looked at the densely packed animals on the grassland and managed to control herself for three minutes.

When her eyes fell on the herd of wild horses, her mouth watered.

The herd of wild horses consisted of adult horses, about two meters long, with shoulders about one meter high, and tails nearly one meter long.

It has a large head, a thick neck, and short, sharp ears.

Compared to the Mongolian horses and Western Region horses we usually see, they look like clumsy goofballs. They have short, upright manes on their necks, are mostly light brown in color, and have dark brown hair on their limbs.

Some of the horses even had a tuft of white hair on their foreheads.

In short, it looks like there's a gradient color difference.

In my past life, I heard that true strength comes from riding the wildest horse and being the coolest kid.

The wildest horse in the world was right in front of me.

It's hard not to be tempted!

The last few days.

The wild horse, Ma Wang, who had just swallowed another mouthful of tender grass, suddenly felt a tightness on its back as a pair of long legs clamped down on it.

It froze for a moment, then instantly flew into a rage.

"sizzle"

Outrageous.

The King of Horses has never been ridden by a two-legged beast in his life, how could he endure such humiliation?

Enraged, the horse king took off galloping, with the herd of wild horses close behind.

A sandstorm was stirred up by them on the sparse grassland.

As the horse ran, it constantly changed its posture, trying to throw the two-legged beast off its back.

It struggled desperately.

The more it struggled, the tighter its long legs gripped the upper body, causing the wild horse king to groan in pain.

The two sides were locked in a fierce battle, running for more than two hours without conceding defeat.

Its physical strength is rapidly declining, but it is still stubbornly holding on with willpower.

The wild horses and herds had long been left far behind.

We're almost deep in the grasslands, and without navigation, it's easy to get lost.

Gan Minglan had no choice but to end the horse training process.

Her method was very simple and crude.

He pulled out two tempered divine wood sticks, each over two meters long, from his spatial storage and stabbed them hard into the grassland.

He quickly activated his wood-based abilities, allowing the roots of the stick to be reborn and to take root rapidly in the sand.

The roots grow deeper and deeper, making the sticks heavier.

She gripped the two rejuvenating sacred trees with all her might, refusing to let go.

Horse King was not to be outdone and struggled fiercely, trying to break free from the two powerful forces that bound it.

If it were to encounter the Tatars on the grasslands, it might still have a chance to escape.

But today it encountered a bipedal creature with incredible strength.

Not only is it incredibly strong, it can also grow from nothing, allowing it to bully others with its cheat code.

After running wildly for two hours and struggling with all its might for another quarter of an hour, the horse finally came to a complete stop.

Seeing that it finally stopped resisting, Gan Minglan breathed a sigh of relief.

In a flash, he appeared in the Divine Tree Space riding the Horse King.

Perhaps due to some inherent characteristic of the space that creates a master-servant dynamic, it quickly recovered from its dejected state after entering the space.

I was pleasantly surprised to see fragrant pasture under the sacred tree.

Gan Minglan: You little brat, I'm not afraid I can't handle you! A slap followed by a treat, what kind of mythical beast can't be tamed?

quickly.

Horse King discovered that this two-legged creature not only allowed it to eat its fill of fragrant hay, but also fed it a crunchy and sweet food.

It loved it after just one bite.

In order to get another bite of malt sugar, it shamelessly and without holding a grudge lowered its noble head, wanting the two-legged creature to continue riding it.

Come on up!

I am the fastest horse on the grassland!
Gan Minglan understood its meaning from its clear, innocent, and adorable eyes, and almost burst out laughing.

Emma, ​​that's just the temperament of the King of the Grasslands.

He was bribed with just a few pieces of maltose!

She touched her conscience and felt a slight pain.

(End of this chapter)