Pastoral pamper: Cultivating the field, cultivating immortals, giving birth to cubs

Chapter 86
Mu Nuan'an didn't know why, but just now she wanted to keep them.

This is probably due to fate. By the way, this little girl is quite to her taste, lively, active, humorous and cute.

If Mo Tianlin knew, he would definitely be twirling his white beard and smiling from ear to ear. After so many years, he finally found a like-minded person.It's not easy, it's not easy!
After a while, Feng Qingqing let go of her hand and nodded to Mu Nuan'an.

Some people are happy and some are worried.
Isn't it Mo Mo'er who is worried?how to say?When Feng Qingqing let go, Mo Mo'er fell to the ground due to inertia, and was embarrassed.

I haven't talked to my sister for several days.It's just that he dared not speak out against the snickering benefactor, but he didn't have a good face, but it was better than treating Feng Qingqing, at least he would take care of others.

Fortunately, this journey was safe and sound, and I occasionally encountered some low-level monsters, practiced my hands, and quickly threw the previous unhappiness to the back of my mind.

However, Mu Nuanan continued to make talismans when he had time, and carried forward the idea of ​​"hit if you can beat it, and run here if you can't beat it", and even Feng Qingqing was infected.

Isn't it?In the depths of the forest about fifty miles away from their destination, they encountered a high-level monster, a seventh-level floating carcass.This kind of monster is addicted to killing, and its attack power is extremely strong. Let alone them, even Master Feng Qingqing may not be able to beat them.

But why are they here?oops!Now is not the time to think about it.

Mu Nuan'an took the two of them to paste the talisman, stood upright, and stood beside a big tree surrounded by three people, not daring to move, even breathing a lot easier.
Just when Mu Nuan'an thought that the heavens favored them, the monster came back again.

It's okay to come back, but he is still entangled in that tree, looking lazy, as if he is on vacation.

Mu Nuan'an, who was standing closest, held his breath, imagining that he was an inconspicuous sapling in the depths of the forest, strong and thriving despite the wind and rain.Feel the breeze and the stubborn vitality.

But Feng Qingqing and the two next to him didn't know. This made him anxious. Watching the time pass by, they have been standing here for half a quarter of an hour, and the giant on the tree has no intention of leaving. Just kept shaking.

The breathing began to become short, and it wasn't until they were about to break through that they caught a glimpse of Mu Nuanan's methodical appearance with slightly closed eyes, and there was a trace of green and tenacious vitality coming from his body, and then realized what they had missed.

It is not too late.

Quickly closing his eyes, feeling the bursts of breath coming from his side, he imagined a forest in his mind, and Mu Nuan'an was like a weak seedling.Trying to feel this endless stubborn will, as if bringing myself into the depths of the forest, turning into a grass, dancing in the wind
And what about Mu Nuan'an at this time?A bird's-eye view of an endless forest appeared in his mind, and his field of vision suddenly changed into a 3D mode. He was like the little sapling in his fantasy, surrounded by towering trees.

The wind brushed my face, the leaves swayed with the wind, and the song of the jungle was played cheerfully.

There is also a little bird hovering above the head, sometimes standing on the branch to rest, sometimes singing antiphonally to the distant one, and sometimes blowing a gust of breeze, driving the leaves to rustle
Scanning the whole body, from bottom to top, the endless roots take root in the soil, and seek the desire deep in the soil.Vitality is transported from bottom to top, feeling the new shoots sprouting from the tiny branches, slowly curling up the body, as if stretching playfully
The veins widen, and the veins on the leaves are clearly visible.

The trunk grows at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even the roots in the ground are intertwined everywhere, so that this tiny sapling will not be uprooted by the wind.

The wind and rain fluttered and stood still.
(End of this chapter)