Chapter 912

It seems that he is a flower demon with little courage.

He Miao doesn't know whether to be lucky or worried. Because, although the trumpet flower was scared away, but did not leave, still clinging to the tree, staring at the king flower.

"Seven treasures suggest a way:" otherwise, give some sweet taste to let them have tasted to send away? "

"You mean the water in the water bag." He Miao understood the meaning of seven treasures, but he said, "this is a temporary cure, not a permanent cure! They feel good after drinking. What should we do There is still a lot of water in the storage bag, but it's not easy to collect it once. I've been here for so long, only two rains have happened, and there are no big rivers and lakes nearby. The nearest lake is the hometown of gold. According to Ren an, the content of other metals in that lake is too high to drink, so I didn't pack too much water for myself. As for the water bags, it was also noted that they were specially used for gold.

Maybe gold often bathes in lake water and discharges unnecessary impurities into the lake, making birds and fish reluctant to stay there.

However, no matter what kind of water, it doesn't work!

As far as he Miao is concerned, at least dozens of big trees are covered with morning glory. I don't know whether it's a big monster or dozens of them. It seems that it's not easy to provoke.

"So much, do I pour water directly or drop by drop on the petals? You can't avoid getting drenched in the trees, can you? " Not every tree is as talkative as a Bodhisattva.

Seven treasures headache ground turned a circle, sigh a way: "so say monster upgrade what of, most troublesome!" Will not find a hidden place to upgrade! It's innocent.

"If only eggs or dandelions were there." They must have a way to scare the trumpet demon away. No matter how bad it is, Banban and crow nine are still good. A few thunders can still scare demons.

Ah, sure enough, the most useless is myself.

He Miao hesitated for a while and decided to sacrifice a water bag.

She just threw out a half full water bag on the ground.

She was very confident in her arm strength. As a result, the other party thought that she was making a sneak attack. She threw the vine PIA impolitely and patted the water bag on the ground.

He Miao

Fortunately, the water bag is strong enough. It has no spirit power to attack. The Trumpet Flower doesn't work very hard. The water bag didn't break after it fell to the ground. However, the trumpet flower was obviously not happy. The opened flowers contracted together and turned their direction. They were all aimed at her side. It seemed that they were going to hold their big moves.

He Miao swallowed and explained in broken demon language: "yes, here you are. Water. " With that, she picked up another water bag on the ground, opened the plug, raised it to her mouth, took a drink, poured some water out, and wiped her face with one hand.

The dripping water drops converged to the chin and fell down, and the two grasses immediately reached out to catch them without wasting anything.

The Trumpet Flower hesitated for a moment, slowly reached out a vine and climbed to the ground, gently poked and rolled the soil, which seemed a little dirty water bag. It was found that it was a dead thing and had no attack ability. The vine rolled up the water bag and dragged it away.

Then, he Miao saw another vine climbing over and wrapping the cork on the bottle. He Miao pulled the cork off just like she did just now.

This is a clever monster with strong imitation ability.

The most powerful thing is that the Trumpet Flower demon is not in a hurry to pour water on her body, but still instructs a vine to climb into the mouth of the water bag and taste it first. Suddenly, all the leaves and flowers of the vine stopped for a moment, which scared the heart of the seedlings! Following the next moment, more than a dozen vines of different thickness scrambled to climb in towards the opening!

Pop! The water bag is broken!

More leaves and vines wound around to catch the water. Just like Xiaozhi Xiaolan, even a drop of water didn't fall on the ground. It would never be cheap for any other weeds and trees.

After the water is absorbed, the pink and purple trumpet flowers open again, shaking at the seedlings, like hundreds of thousands of big eyes flashing.

He Miao is sure that this is a flower demon, not a group. I just can't see where the most important part is.

Qibao reminded: "they seem to be coming!"

Isn't it? Originally, the vine wrapped in the tree climbed down again and swam towards the seedlings!

Seedlings scared back a few steps, block in front of the king flower, worried about these trumpet suddenly difficult. As a result, some of the trumpet vines rushed into the sea bowl where the seven treasures were bathing, some of them rolled up the only water bag left on the ground, which was just indicated by the seedlings pouring water, and even one of the vines whipped them two times when climbing over the two grass plants, which was probably dissatisfied with the water they robbed.

Xiaozhi and Xiaolan fight up and are surrounded by several vines coming quickly. They beat them so hard that they can't get up.

Like the Tathagata, these vines faded away very quickly, but in a few blinks of an eye, they disappeared completely, leaving a mess.

The water bag is empty, the sea bowl is turned over, and Qibao and its master are rolled up by the vines and thrown to the ground. They are dirty and covered with dust. They are so angry that they can't speak!"Ah! When I recover, I will definitely beat them to death! " For a long time, seven treasures just shiver to shout out this sentence.

He Miao was so scared that he went up to pick up two seven treasures, picked up the wilted little Zhi Xiaolan and put it into his purse.

Now she doesn't dare to take out the water bag from the storage bag to clean them! Who knows what kind of moth will be tossed after being seen by the trumpet flower!

Fortunately, he Bao is a small spirit gathering array. He also has Ren an's magic blessing. He can make up for a few frightened friends.

He Miao stares at the trumpet flower on the tree again. He has only one idea in his heart: never show up in front of these demon flowers! If you know the aura in the water bag is her blood, it is estimated that the Trumpet Flower demon can split her!

She squatted down, pretending to look after firewood, but also for themselves to find a safe thing to stop the horn flower demon. Fire is the best weapon, though not necessarily useful, but better than nothing.

The mushroom soup in the pot has been very rich. Fortunately, it's what she and the eggs and other animal spirits want to drink. They use ordinary water instead of her blood. They just add a lot of spices and condiments, but they don't have much aura. Otherwise, I don't know if the trumpet flower will drag away the whole pot of soup regardless of being scalded.

When the seedlings were full of fear, a small cloud came slowly in the air. Then came a large group of small white velvet umbrellas.

Qibao was the first to feel strange, and jumped two times excitedly in his purse.

He Miao recovered, stood up and watched the strange cloud in the sky warily.