Douluo: My Martial Spirit is the Devil Fruit Tree - Chapter 2
2. Chapter 2 People are more popular!
Chapter 2 People are more popular!
Plant a hammer!Rest today!
Looking at the sky.
The trees that have worked hard for more than a month have achieved the task goals. As a result, the golden fingers rewarded were blocked halfway. This felt like you were waiting for the courier with joy. As a result, the logistics sent you to other cities.
Eh.
Meng Xiao cleaned up and planned to go home.
Meng, who is deeply felt “sinister”, decided to rest for a day today!
… …
“Yo! The third brother is very clever! You go down the mountain too!”
Meng Xiao, carrying the iron puppet, walked down the mountain, and happened to see Tang San, who had just walked down the mountain.
Meng Xiao can only express envy about Tang San, a son of the native plane who belongs to the crossing.
Look at people through people, inherit the Tangmen hidden weapon, and start with gold fingers.
Double Wu soul.
His father, his mother, his daughter -in -law grows from young plums to big, and people are beautiful or 100,000 years old.
With strength and value.
Look at us again.
Although it is also a traveler, there is a golden finger, why do I have no background of a cow, a girl like a jade!
Eh.
Say too much is tears!
Meng Xiao felt deeply malicious.
… …
“Well, I want to cook for my dad.” Tang Sanying said, there was a little doubt between the eyebrows.
“You won’t plant trees today?”
“Well, take a day off!”
“Well, don’t always go to grow any trees if you are fine. Don’t mess with Grandpa Jack.” Tang San persuaded.
“Oh, I see.”
Meng Xiao nodded.
Old Jack had no children under his knees, and he really looked at him as a grandson.
Although it is more strict with his discipline in the weekdays, he often says that he is not doing business, but he does not restrain him.
“Okay, I’ll go home first, and you go back quickly.”
A few words of conversation, Tang San stopped the topic.
In his heart, the dad who is wine on weekdays is particularly important.
Looking at Tang Sanyuan’s back, Meng Xiao couldn’t help but sigh.
“This son really has to send an honorary title -a good son.”
After a little bit, Meng Xiao was carrying iron pupa, holding the barrel, and walking towards the mountain.
Chuyang’s sunshine shines on his dark face, and there is a mood of farming in the morning, and returning from the dusk.
…
The Holy Soul Village has less than 300 households. There are large farmland around them. The vegetables and fruits planted are supplied to Notting City. This is the source of the survival of the villagers.
As for Meng Xiao, it makes sense to make his fruit tree, balance the economy.
In the east of the Holy Soul Village, there is a lonely tile house, which is the home of the village chief Jack.
Meng Xiao all the way to the east, walking on the road in the village.
“Yo! Isn’t this Meng Xiao!”
“Go to plant trees again!”
The children of the same age along the way saw Meng Xiao’s face had more or less ridiculous colors.
Meng Xiaoyan was expressionless and continued to walk aversion.
He didn’t have much angry, and he couldn’t commit it with the children.
For more than ten minutes, Meng Xiao saw the house with smoke.
Gradually approaching, the whole picture of the village chief’s family appeared in front of him.
Two tile houses.
One big and one small.
The hut is used as a debris, and the big house is where Meng Xiao and Old Jack live.
Pushing in the door, I saw that old Jack was putting a pot of porridge on the wooden table.
He was old and had a lot of pleats on his face. He saw Meng Xiao in, a bit surprised.
“Yo? It’s early to come back today.”
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“Well, rest today.”
Meng Xiao put down iron and buckets.
“Washing your hands, eating.” Old Jack looked at him with turbid eyes.
“okay.”
I washed it simply, Meng Xiao was sitting on the chair.
The white mist drifted out of the pot. The eight -half -full water was only one bottom rice. The old Jack gave him a bowl, and the rice bottom was three quarters.
Perhaps this kind of porridge is more suitable for rice water.
On the table, a dish of vegetarian dishes, Meng Xiao held a noodle -like pasta similar to Wowitou, and it was delicious.
A simple meal, this is also a normal breakfast in the Holy Soul Village.
When Meng Xiaogang crossed here, he really didn’t get used to the diet here.
There is no happy fat house water.
There is no tempting big elbow.
There is no aroma to spray nose.
Sudden vegetarian dishes, can’t see meat, and what makes him unacceptable is that there are no seasonings such as MSG chicken powder in the Douro continent.
It was very light to eat salt, and a bird faded out of my mouth every day.
However, under the work of high -intensity trees, Meng Xiao was also forced to accept this dietary habit.
“Xiaoxiao, go to me for a while after dinner.”
“Find the third brother? What are you doing?”
Meng Xiao asked with a sip of rice water.
“Remember what I talked to you two days ago?”
“Is it possible, the person in charge of the awakening of Wuhun is here?”
Hearing the words of Old Jack, Meng Xiao’s eyes were slightly bright and stopped in his hand.
“Um.” Old Jack nodded.
Is it finally coming?
That man!
A name in Meng Xiao’s mind gradually emerged.
Su Yuntao!
Although I only saw a little Douro Mainland, Meng Xiao still knew the legend of a spicy man.
The protagonist of flowing water!Tie’s brother Tao!
God of God!
Novice Village the strongest NPC!
There is a lot of his titles on the rivers and lakes.
“Awakening Wuhun is a good thing for you. Even if you wake up a ravioli, do you save some strength to grow trees?” The old Jack said with a long heart.
In his heart, Meng Xiao is an ordinary life.
“Yes, yes, eat quickly, and eat well.”
Meng Xiao showed a positive attitude of 10,000 times more active than usual. After drinking the rice water in the bowl in one breath, he wiped his mouth.
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“Are you sick?” Old Jack asked.
There must be monsters in everything.
Old Jack looked at Meng Xiao and knew his temperament.
Before the age of six, he was taciturn and was very lonely. In the past few months, suddenly one day seemed to have changed a person, and he started to love to talk. Although he was angry, he was very relieved, but he was also pleased.I thought it was finally open.
Meng Xiaofeng is so big, and he has shown great interest in planting trees in the past two months.
This cold and positiveness made Old Jack feel caught off guard for a while.
“You have the disease!”
Meng Xiaowei opened his mouth tightly.
What a good one, say that you are sick!
Um.
It’s right this time.
It is his grandson.
Old Jack heard the familiar recovery and confirmed that Meng Xiao was not sick.
“Let’s go.”
After cleaning up the chopsticks, Old Jack bowed his body, holding Meng Xiao with one hand to spread the blacksmith in the village ….
(This chapter is finished)