Dumu didn't expect that Jifu would give three consecutive praises to such a dilapidated villa. He didn't know whether to be happy or ashamed, so he quickly walked a few steps ahead and first removed the slanting branches blocking the entrance to the main entrance. Cut it off and "open" a way for people to walk.
Yao Qiao saw that he was struggling to chop alone, so she followed him and said:
"Senior brother, you haven't been a farmer for many days. Are you unable to wield a hoe? Haha, let me help you!"
"So kind? Okay! Thank you very much, Junior Sister Yaoqiao, come on, come on, help me!"
Dumu was glad to have someone to help.
"Get out of the way!"
"What are you going to do?"
Du Mu was unprepared and was pulled away by Yao Qiao. She took out a Ruyi branch from her sleeve and muttered:
"The spirits of the Cuan clan appear!"
I saw that the wishful end of this ice crystal jade immediately burst into flames: and in the flames, a group of clumsy-looking Cuan clan spirits were twisting and posing, one by one. Appeared.
"What spirit are you on duty today?"
Yao Qiao asked the group of Cuan spirits who were "dancing". She saw the three-legged demon spirit with short thick crotch, round upper abdomen and two empty ears, twisting and twisting, using an extremely enchanting expression. His figure came to the front and replied:
"I, Fe Ling."
"Okay, I will make a contract with you to get rid of all the green leaves in this garden! If you succeed, you will be allowed to serve as the leader of the Cuan clan's spirits for three consecutive terms!"
Yao Qiao made the conditions, and the young lady Hui Ling suddenly became energetic. She twisted out of control and transformed into a large body. She replied happily in a charming girlish voice that was extremely inconsistent with her figure:
"Okay, the deal is done!"
After this promise was completed, the flame at the end of Yao Qiao Ruyi was caught by the spirit. She was seen with a head filled with raging fire, directed at the boundless green wall growing freely in the courtyard, like Like splashing water, the flame seemed to have a directional nozzle, burning towards all the green plants and vines.
Not surprisingly, the winner of this battle must be the one with the fire attack.
Ke Ling.
Ke Ling is not fighting alone: as the rotating leader of the Cuan clan spirits, she can call any member of the Cuan clan spirits unconditionally.
Therefore, after setting the fire, there is no shortage of manpower to clean up the mess.
It didn't take long for this "fire" style cleaning of the courtyard to be completed.
It was only then that the prototype of the villa was revealed.
It turned out that this villa was entirely made of stones. No wonder after a fire, only the green covering disappeared, and the original black stone walls appeared.
"Where did you find so many black stones? This villa, I think, looks the same no matter day or night!"
Mude admired such a pure "black" building and couldn't help but comment on it.
"This kind of black stone is found everywhere when we pick up things. You will know when I take you around later."
Dumu was not surprised at all, and gave Wuchu a serious answer without joking.
"Everywhere? Oh, it seems that the environment here is a bit..."
Wu Chu couldn't speak any more.
"'Dirty', right? Time Lord, don't save face for me. It doesn't matter. I'm picking up things. It's a situation like this. You can think of all kinds of dirt, all kinds of abandoned things, no matter they are things. , or a person, or a relationship... In short, this place is a huge 'recycle bin' and 'garbage dump', all over the planet, everywhere."
Dumu replied quietly, his face expressionless.
"Qi Bi, Master of Magic, please send us off and leave. Everyone is rushing back. Everyone is busy! Thank you!"
After leading all the spirits of the Cuan tribe to clean up the courtyard, Ge Ling came to Yao Qiao and asked her to put out the fire.
"Okay, Ke Ling, thank you for your hard work! All the spirits of the Cuan clan are gone!"
As soon as Yao Qiao said the word "mei", the images of all the Cuan clan spirits disappeared. And the white jade Ruyi in her hand also extinguished its fire, returned to its original state, and was put back into her sleeve.
"Wow! Junior sister, what a skill! It's amazing! Brother, I admire you, I admire you! It's simply a thunderous method!"
Dumu applauded Yaoqiao vigorously and sincerely admired her improvement in "magic".
"Yeah! You win my heart, my disciple is good, not bad!"
Jifu also voted in favor of Yao Qiao's "burning and killing" cleaning method.
In addition to being helpless and helplessly shaking their heads and sighing, the three evil sect members turned on the "self-pleasure" mode, complimented each other, talked, and formally walked into the house.
The single tree still led the way and opened the wooden door.
After entering, it was dark for a long time before he finally took out a half-filled candle filled with dust and lit it. The interior of this small stone villa with high windows and narrow windows was finally illuminated and could be seen. Something is coming.
Inside this villa, there is almost no "decoration".
There are all kinds of anti-Newton stacks that are all garbage. Whether they are stable or not depends entirely on luck; if they are unstable, it may take a breath of "fairy energy" from the user to hold them back and prevent them from falling.
"Senior brother? This - it's called a 'table', right? Why are its four legs the skeleton of a dead dog?"
Yao Qiao talks about what she saw, a "table" with a single "candle" on it.
The "tabletop" is a large tortoise carapace; and what supports the tortoise carapace below is the skeleton of an indeterminate dog that has been turned upside down and stiffened into dried meat. The leg, and another, Not consistent with the other three.
"Oh! Junior sister is so discerning! This is a piece of fine thousand-year-old sea turtle that I, senior brother, worked hard to wait for three months at the beach, and I made it from its upper armor!"
Dumu seemed to be full of "proud" of this weird table.
"Then, that means you killed a turtle that has lived for thousands of years just for this table?"
Muchu asked.
"Yes! Otherwise? If it has lived for such a long time, it should be tired of living! I will do good deeds and help him. I will save him and help me. It is such a win-win good thing. Lord of time, why? Will you feel dissatisfied?
oh! By the way, could it be that I broke your "thousand-year" turtle design? ah! Sorry, sorry! I really didn't expect this. I’m really sorry!
However, I really don’t understand, the world is so difficult, why would you give such a heavy punishment? A thousand years! How much you have to suffer! Well, if you ask me, it's better to be a table. At least, I’m no longer tired! "
Dumu had a lot of explanations for his "righteous deed", and he didn't feel the least bit ashamed.
"Everyone has his own life, and so does the turtle. You depriving him of his 'life' arbitrarily is something that cannot be forgiven. How can you say it so easily? You are killing, killing, do you know?! "
Wuchu became angry and scolded him sternly.
