As the sun sets over the western mountains, the blue color is dark and half-covered with haze, faintly crossing the distance.
The dilapidated lazy donkey cart, without a driver, was dragging down a wasteland with long grass.
Suddenly, a nimble little figure jumped out of the carriage and ran straight ahead.
"Mother, look, it's a third-grade blast grass! One third-grade blast grass can make two third-grade blast pills! Mother, mother!" The child's tender voice was full of excitement.
"Wow! Huo'er Huo'er, we have money to buy meat!" After the flapping of wings, a fat parrot with pure white wings and an iron-gray beak landed on the boy's shoulder.
The corners of the boy's mouth were slightly raised, and there was a strange light in his beautiful phoenix eyes. He smiled very happily, stretched out a small hand and patted the fat parrot's body, "Little fat, my mother said, you have to go on a diet, you can't get fat anymore."
Otherwise, it won’t be able to fly!”
The fat parrot flapped its wings and screamed in a strange voice, "Abuse, mother abuses little fat!"
"Shut up! If you keep arguing, I'll get you stewed." The woman, dressed in plain clothes, reached out to lift the curtain, slowly got out of the car, and gave the fat parrot a faint warning look, which immediately made the guy feel like ice.
Water, fluttering and flapping its wings.
"Help, Huo'er, help!"
"Mother." Huo'er dove into the woman's arms and nuzzled her cutely, "Mother, mother, let's go pick wind grass and exchange it for something delicious."
"It's delicious, it's delicious. Where can I find something delicious?" The boy had a furry little round head exposed on his chest and cried softly. A pair of big aqua blue eyes blinked and looked attentively, with a long smile.
The eyelashes also moved slightly.
The corner of the woman's mouth twitched slightly as she lamented that she had brought three foodies on the road. On the way back from Binshen Mountain, the journey of more than ten days took these three foodies more than a month.
Wherever there are rare things, there are the three of them. Everything they eat and play seems to be rare, as if they have lived in the deep mountains and forests for eight hundred years!
Before going down the mountain, I robbed more than a hundred taels of silver from the stingy master, but all of it was consumed by three snackers. In the end, I had no choice but to sell the carriage for money and exchange it for a broken donkey cart.
Mother, eat dry food every day to satisfy your hunger...
Disappointment!
"Doubao, you're awake." Huo'er happily hugged a small snow-white thing.
The little thing rolled around in a cute manner in Huo'er's arms, grinning widely, "Huo'er, Huo'er."
"Beanbao, how many times have I told you not to hold sugar in your mouth when sleeping! You have two teeth, don't you even want these two!" The woman silently flicked the little guy's forehead like a snowball.
, "Okay, okay, you three little guys, all stay here, and mother will go and collect the wind grass."
"Okay, okay! Mom made the Wind Pill, one fire pill, one bean bun! It's delicious." A ball of snow-white fleshy little guy stretched out four short legs and danced happily on the fire.
He rubbed her arms again and again.
The fat parrot flapped its wings and shouted anxiously, "Where's the little fat one, where's the little fat one!"
"My mother said that Fatty needs to go on a diet."
"The bean buns are no longer good. It's better to ask my mother to make the blast pills and then sell the blast pills to exchange for a bunch of delicious ones." Huo'er said after thinking.
"That's fine, this way the little fat guy can eat it too." Doubao nodded his little head, and the little fat guy agreed even more.
Suddenly, three little guys looked forward with three pairs of eyes at the same time, "No, someone wants to rob the Wind Grass!"