"I'm going, aren't I? This guy is so irritable—!"
Zhang Xiaofan, who had already run a few hundred meters away, heard the "earthquake" coming from behind him, and then turned around with a guilty conscience and looked back.
After seeing the mess around the dragon's blood vines, Zhang Xiaofan's forehead exuded a little cold sweat.
Fortunately, Zhang Xiaofan knows "the truth about stealing home", and nothing else, the speed of slipping is absolutely impossible to say ...
Of course, this is also because the length of the dragon blood grape vines is also limited.
For the entire vine, the longest main vineman can barely reach a length of about 100 meters.
Among them, the vast majority of vines are no more than 40-50 meters.
So, no matter how "dramatic" the dragon's blood vine can be, it won't turn up a lot of waves.
If not, it is estimated that at this time Zhang Xiaofan's small manor will stage a war between "Divine Tree" and "Divine Tree" ...
After all, the other heavenly **** trees are not "good stubble" one by one!
In this way, the dragon's blood vine almost "run away" for about 10 minutes.
It seemed that he finally vented the anger in his chest.
Only then did he withdraw the terrible vines and attach them to the grape rack, and changed back to the "human and animal harmless" look ...
"Snoring ..."
Seeing that the dragon's blood vines finally calmed down, Zhang Xiaofan also exhaled a long sigh of relief at this time.
He looked at the messy ground around the dragon's blood vine, and there was a dark faint in his heart.
It seems that in the future, for the sake of safety, it is necessary to maintain a certain safety distance from this guy ...
"..."
After fighting with the dragon blood grapes and vines, Zhang Xiaofan was really tired.
With his buttocks, he sat directly on a big rock, put down his small bamboo basket behind him, and scooped out a bunch of dragon blood grapes from it.
"啧 ... 啧 ... 啧 ... It's really fragrant—!"
The rich grape fruit scent rushed towards the face, and immediately hooked the maggots in Zhang Xiaofan's stomach-the tongue grew fresh, and the index finger moved.
Since this dragon blood grape itself is carefully cultivated by He Xiangu, one of the Taoist immortals, it is the fruit of heaven.
In addition, after that, Zhang Xiaofan was watered through the dragon blood of the King of Bibo.
If you want to add these two together, the effect is definitely not as simple as one plus one equals two!
The more Zhang Xiaofan thought, the more expectations he had in his heart, and the saliva almost didn't slip out of his mouth.
"Click--!"
Zhang Xiaofan reached out and scooped a dragon blood grape directly from the bamboo basket.
Looking at the hands, the dragon blood grapes, about the size of a quail egg, are very full and the skin is dark purple.
However, if you hold the grape a little in this dark purple, change the angle.
It is clear to see that the faint scarlet red flowing under the coat of dark purple grapes makes people very appetizing just by looking at it!
"Let's ---!"
Zhang Xiaofan shook his wrist, and threw the dragon blood grape in his hands into the air.