Time flowed by like this quickly, and in a blink of an eye, it was the fifth day.
On this day, Romon was in Shennongjiao.
Shennongjiao is very strange. Not only can materials enter and exit, but in theory, Romon's body is outside and the inside is spiritual body, but the treatment or damage inside is also reflected on the body.
In Shennong Corner, the light ball was blazing with flames, hanging from a height of hundreds of meters, sprinkling with sunlight. Romon gradually realized that even if it was raining outside, the light ball was not affected and no longer needed to absorb the sunlight outside.
Romon was lying on the ground, and the sapling was not far away. In five days, it seemed that it had grown a lot. On the branches, you could vaguely see the buds that had just emerged, or the tender green leaves that had just grown, exuding a faint fragrance.
The entire space, fifteen acres of land, was empty, and the fish in the river seemed to have grown a little longer. The space was golden and a faint halo rippled.
A translucent data box automatically appears, and the data box floats in its field of vision with a faint sense of light. A large amount of data emerges in front of Romon's eyes: "The farmland has been harvested, is it recycled?"
"Recycle!" said Romon.
As soon as the words fell, a green light appeared on the ground. In the green light, the wheat poles quickly decomposed and turned into particles sprinkled on the ground, and quickly became part of the soil.
In just five minutes, fifteen acres of land have restored the fertile and neat soil.
He stared at the tree spirit and Romon sighed, but he turned around and looked under a piece of hay again.
It was an egg, reflecting light in the sun, without any movement. This was the cliff eagle egg given to him by Miss Alini. It had been hatched for a while in the space, but it did not hatch. If it weren't for the druid's feeling, it would have been disappointed to know that it still has life.
Romon came out of the space and opened his eyes. He was now on a branch, and he saw a forest. Although it was already November, it was still vast.
In the sky, the sun is still hanging in the air, and its dim light is not enough to shine in through the branches and leaves of lush and stacked trees. On the other side of the sky, layers of dark clouds gather, and they are increasingly gathering together and gathering into a storm.
Several birds that were constantly flying in the sky were busy looking for food. For them, it is very important to find food before a storm.
After all, in their nests, there may be young birds waiting for things brought back by their parents, so they keep rushing to the sky and flying low just to survive.
Romon stood up and condescends. This was a hilly forest on the edge of human farmland, about a radius of dozens of miles, which was the place where Sir Demerka's family last cut down trees.
Romon didn't understand why the tree spirit was so close to human settlements, and there was no such record in the information.
However, there is no doubt that the birthplace of the little tree spirit is here, because the tree spirit will die after more than 36 hours after the tree is cut.
It is precisely because of this that after Romon hurriedly finished the harvest work and met the needs of sowing, he rushed to this small forest without any rest.
At this time, he was on a clearing ground on the edge of the forest. Although it was very slim to search for new tree spirits, Romon still searched, of course, of course, in vain. He was a little disappointed, and suddenly, he noticed a small piece of trees.
Unlike most withered trees, these trees still maintain basic green, more than two meters high, with wide and thick branches and leaves like willow branches. When the wind blows, the soft branches and leaves will float with the wind.
Most of this green plant is green, but the soft tips of its branches have pink colors, a faint fragrance that emits from the tips of its branches and spreads in the air as the wind blows.
Near the green plants, there is an extremely bright flower. The flowers are mostly bright red or charming white. The flowers are very large and have a diameter of half a meter. Below the flowers are the same bright green leaves, which are contrasting red and green, or white and green, making them look very beautiful.
It was blown by the wind and swayed gently. A strong, but not disgusting, but fascinating fragrance kept emitting from the flowers.
Strange, what tree is this? Romon thought.
At this moment, the following small animals who looked very well-behaved were carefully looking for food nearby. The cold winter was coming, and they must try their best to obtain the last batch of food for the year before.
Two of the hares covered in gray fur seemed to be interested in the mushrooms growing between the green plants and the flowers, and jumped around the green plants.
One of them, as soon as he walked under a green plant, a strange scene appeared. The branches of the green plant that had been fluttering in the wind actually came to the humane view. Although the hare reacted very quickly, it was still not as fast as those branches, and it was instantly wrapped by the branches.
The hare in the forest is actually not weak. The hare that was rolled up suddenly struggled and escaped from its restraint while its body was entangled by branches, and actually jumped out.
It fell to the ground, and a wound appeared in the place where the branches were just wrapped around. Another little hare wanted to jump over, but was afraid of the green plant, so she could only look at it anxiously not far away.
Under its gaze, the injured hare limped towards it, but when it was about to reach its companion's place, it ushered in a change again.
But this time, the hare was not as lucky as the last time. This time, before it could react, there was only a pool of blood left where it was. Above it, a big flower had just closed its petals, and a few subtle blood stains were slowly remaining on the originally white petals.
After the petals closed, there was something struggling violently inside, but soon, the struggle became lighter and lighter. In the end, only the petals were left, the quiet sound of running-in belonging to the flower itself.
After witnessing the tragic death of his companion, the remaining hare was frightened and escaped from this area. However, on the way to escape, he was accidentally entangled by the branches of a green plant, and was soon shrouded in it by countless branches extending over it.
When the branches of the green plants spread out, a white skeleton that was so clean that it was not flawed, had fallen to the ground and scattered into countless powders. The big white flower with closed petals suddenly spit out a little bit of bone residue.
If you look closely, it is not difficult to find that around these emerald green plants and beautiful flowers that are bright or holy, they are intact or incomplete, and incomplete, there are many animal corpses scattered. The more corpses there are, the more lush the plants they grow, and the brighter the flowers they grow.
These seemingly beautiful plants actually have such essence!
Not far from this area, Romon opened his eyes and felt a little awake. He touched his forehead and sweated coldly with his hands.
"Man-Eater Tree? How can there be such a tree here?" Romon looked at the area that had returned to normal, and sweated coldly on his forehead, deeply grateful that he had not passed by rashly just now.
It is conceivable that if he was the one who went past the first step, then it is very likely that the current Romon would either become a human-eating plant or escape in a scarred way. Neither of these results would be what he wanted to see.
Romon looked at the green plants that had regained their soft and charming posture and danced lightly on their branches. He looked at the beautiful and weird flowers, shook his head, thinking that finding new plants is important, but his life is even more important. Since he witnessed the situation just now, he has only had the gratitude in his heart, and has long stopped the idea of ​​putting them in the space.
At this time, the light around suddenly dimmed. Romon raised his head and found that the sun, which had been barely hanging in the air, was completely blocked by the gathering dark clouds.
It seems that the storm is coming soon, and Romon hurriedly ran towards his temporary residence.
The temporary residence is actually the house of the forest logger, which is really not close to it.
Perhaps because the route was slightly changed when he came back, Romon actually found several new plants on the way back. One was a blue and white grass that grew into a small and delicate piece. Although it was a little withered, it was very considerable. However, the specific purpose was unknown.
After Romon confirmed that there was no danger, he put it into the space. Although it could not be planted, it could be stored in the seed space. When he looked around again and checked whether there were new plants that had not been discovered, a sudden movement in the space and a trace of information was passed on.
Romon was stunned. He was so familiar with his space that he could suddenly experience such a strange movement? He saw that there was no danger around him, so he put his mind into the space and looked for the source of the movement.
Not long ago, in a corner of the Roman space, a bird egg suddenly shook, and then a tender little mouth actually pecked open a small mouth and poked out from the shell...
A furry thing like a chicken made a "chirp" sound as soon as it came out.
This is a call, calling the parents' attention, one after another, becoming more and more urgent
The light outside was dim, but in this space of Romon, there was a bright sunshine. In those medicinal herb fields, there were still lush herbs, swaying in the wind, emitting bursts of herb fragrance.
And the stream still flows in gurgling water. Although the water is not very shallow, it is clear and clear. The grinding round stones are shining in the stream with colorful colors by the sunlight, which looks very gorgeous.
Above the stream are the butterflies and buzzing bees. They are flying intertwined, busy in the wind and in the sun, and the environment is quite good, not affected by the late autumn outside.
But all of this is of no use to this little life. Its voice is getting more and more miserable. The "jiji" sound echoes in the space, but never responds.
Unlike the birds on Earth, this little chick's thing, after not receiving a response from her parents for a long time, she burst into tears. It did not shout anymore, rested for a while, and began to struggle towards the eggshell.
Chapter completed!