The Evil Kings of the Gods
Spirit Grass

"Go! You are a dead man. You hang in front of Lao Tzu with a smashed face. You're ugly. I don't want you to be a good man and die for Lao Tzu."

Yue Qianchou's face was full of anger, he kicked the bucket held by Furong with one leg, and shouted again furiously, "Get out!"

The latter stood trembling in fear, his thin body wrapped in shabby clothes slightly restrained, with half a moving face and half a frightening face, tears the size of soybeans spilled out bit by bit, with half a moving face and half a terrifying face, tears the size of soybeans spilling out bit by bit, but he did not dare to scream.

This was the first time in this world he had suffered such a great humiliation. Besides, he was sometimes really moody. When he was not stimulated, he was willing to be the grandson of a turtle. As soon as he got angry, let alone this poor fellow who was only in the foundation building period of Sister Furong, Wu Baoru, who was in the Yuan Ying period in Qingguangzong, also scolded him properly, and Yan Shu in the previous period of potions was an example.

Looking at Furong's shattered face in front of him, the more he looked at it, the more he felt hate, he became angry, but he didn't care about the difference in cultivation between the two, or whether he could defeat it. Furong or not. Instead, he "forces" the past step by step. , scolding maliciously: "When you cry, you know how to cry. You cry no matter what you cry, don't see what you look like. You have yin and yang faces, you are ugly, the more you cry, the uglier you look, die!"

Poor Furong was "forced" step by step to lean his back against the wall. Hearing him scold her viciously without letting her cry, he actually held back his tears, only to see crystal tears welling up in his eyes. Very unfortunate. If you take a closer look, you can find that although Furong is deformed, her eyes are very bright and beautiful, and she is gentle and kind in her pitiful tears.

I don't know if he's really stupid, or shy, or very nice. With his cultivation level, Yue Qianchou was not the same as cutting vegetables, but he only accepted them.

In this way, an ugly man forced an ugly and weak woman into a corner, and the two looked at each other, one angry and the other pitiful.

After a long time, watching as Yue Qianchou's anger seemed to have subsided slightly, Furong removed his finger tightly pinching the corner of his clothes and pointed to the septic tank, and said in a low voice, "I'll be working, it's also late, it'll make Elder Lan unhappy."

In fact, Furong's voice was also very good, his thin white teeth, neat, clenched, and faint words were really little fire fighting effect.

Yue Qianchou was stunned for a moment, was his voice too loud to be heard by the old man in the courtyard? Little impulsive.

Seeing that he was not speaking, Furong carefully moved out while rubbing his back against the wall. He took out the wooden barrel that Yue Qianchou had kicked all the way, and stored it carefully. . Then he "feels" a white "drug" pill from a diagonally crossed cloth bag, walks into the sinkhole and throws it down.

Throw the elixir "drug" into the septic tank? Yue Qianchou seemed to have forgotten that he was still angry and watched with curiosity.

As the "drug" pill sank, the septic tank reacted instantly, bubbles began to appear, and a yellow-brown "colored" object surged in the pond, Yue Qianchou looked sick and felt a little nauseous. He could still stand in the hole without moving. It is very tolerable to move. Even though he came from a remote village, it was a long time ago. On the other hand, Furong stood at the side quietly, with no abnormalities on his face.

Yue Qianchou's nose twitched, it was strange, the distant smell in his memory did not appear, but a faint scent. It was definitely the effect of the "drug" pill, and he wanted to get closer to see what was going on, but no matter how fragrant it was, he was still unwilling to get close.

Furong gently rolled up her shabby sleeves, and both of her small, crystal-white and soft arms came out.She took a long spoon and began to stuff her feces into two wooden buckets. Yue Qianchou secretly said that it was a pity that such a beautiful hand was used for this. Hibiscus calm.

When it was full, Hibiscus "put" the pole between two buckets, his slender body bent gently, and the hard pole fell on the skinny shoulder. Before leaving, she looked at Yue Qianchou with her lonely eyes, as if to cheer up. she and said, "Don't get angry, just rest here! I'll do it."

that look...

In an instant, Yue Qianchou felt that something was breaking in his chest.

Furong's thin body carried the burden and swayed forward, it was a piece of cake for him to take such a burden based on his cultivation, but looking at his thin body and two large buckets, he said, he always felt strange, was the bucket too big.or Furong Are you too thin?

Not knowing what was going on, Yue Qianchou felt a colicky pain in his heart as he watched the burden sway in a calm state.

“Wait!” Yue Qianchou shouted and ran.

Hearing that shout, Furong turned around with a burden on his shoulders, and when he saw Yue Qianchou running, he retreated two steps in fear.

“Give me.” Yue Qianchou extended his hand towards the burden with an expressionless face.

“No need.” Furong's slender body carried the load and resisted.

“Give me!” Yue Qianchou extended his hand again.

"Dirty," Furong said softly.

"You're not afraid of getting dirty, what I'm afraid of, give it to me quickly."

"I'm used to it, and I'm not afraid of getting dirty."

Yue Qianchou's heart was worried again, and he sighed and said, "Have you forgotten Elder Lan's explanation? Did you not even listen to Elder Lan's words? Do you want me to be punished?"

Speaking of Elder Lan, Furong's face showed a hint of fear, and he didn't know what to do. Without hesitation, Yue Qianchou stretched out his hand and forcefully placed the burden on his shoulder. He turned his head and smiled and said, "Teach me how to do it. Help me take this and lead in front." He handed the spoon to the boy.

Furong nodded in confusion with the spoon, and then led the way in panic. Yue Qianchou did not feel disgusted anymore, and tried to control the swing of the two buckets.

The two returned to the courtyard, and Furong took him to the garden where the spirit grass was planted, and timidly taught him how to fertilize the spirit grass. I originally wanted to do it myself, but Yue Qianchou refused. He just had to ask her to talk, and she did everything.

Yue Qianchou cooperated with Furong with unprecedented obedience, and when Furong pointed there, he obediently did so. The other beautiful women taking care of the spirit grass in the garden were all shocked, and the ugly Furong actually found a man to fight with.

There was a lot of spiritual grass that had to be fertilized, and a small septic tank outside the fence was not enough. Furong led him down the mountain again to find a place where the female disciples of Wanfenyuan lived in groups. There are places similar to public toilets, there are many sinkholes, and the ability of female colleagues to defecate is not weak!

Yue Qianchou almost fainted, he never thought that one day he would go to the ladies' room to take fertilizer from women. What made it even more unbelievable was that there were many seniors at the aunt level, and they still had to use robbing to pick up the big dung? Fighting with aunt? He had to sigh that the spirit grass planting area in Wanfenyuan was not too large, and the fertilizer supply was limited!