Chapter 2346 (1/2)

I am Han Sanqian 豪婿 20680K 2022-07-23

Hearing Bai Xiaosheng's words and seeing Bai Xiaosheng's shocked expression, the gang immediately looked down.

It doesn't matter if you don't look at it. It's a surprise.

”This... How could this be? Just now, wasn't it good just now? ”

Shocked, Fu mang drew his knife directly and looked around warily.

The sudden change made him have to be careful of the embankment.

But how could there be anyone around?

”Deputy leader, look over there!” With a startled cry of a disciple.

Bai Xiaosheng in the river's Lake immediately took all the people to look in his direction. He saw that the surrounding land was no different from his feet. At the same time, the green grass outside was withering and spreading to the outside.

”What the hell is going on?”

”How did this happen?”

”Look Hold away from the core of your finger, the center of withered grass rebirth, and you can't help it.

Other places have begun to wither, but only there, it is vibrant, and even some flowers are constantly growing slowly, and then slowly blooming.

”It's strange. What's going on there?” Fumang was very depressed, but at the same time he was also very nervous: ”withering everywhere, but the longer and stronger there, what's the matter?”

”Did you absorb all the nutrients around there?” The world is full of wisdom.

”If so, there must be some secret to go there. Let's go and have a look?”

A group of people looked at each other, nodded to each other, then, a few people back and forth, one by one toward the center.

It's not a big place. At most, it's as big as a wooden table. However, the plants grow very fast in a moment. Only a few people walk cautiously. In the past ten seconds, the plants have grown from their legs to the height of Qi people.

The flowers in the grass have already bloomed. They are not only gorgeous and colorful, far more than ordinary flowers, but also have a kind of peculiar fragrance that can be smelled in the nose, which makes you feel fragrant and enchanting.

”It smells good.” Poetry can not help but sigh.