Deep in the canopy, thick leaves are wrapped in layers of three apple-sized fruits. They are red, like apples, jujubes, and persimmons... No, no, none of them, like a big-headed doll, and the whole body is fiery red.
He hadn't eaten for a day and a night. He was so hungry and thirsty that he reached out to pick it off, chewed it in big mouths, and devoured it. The first one only felt delicious, but he didn't taste it; the second one was like an apple.
Sweet, as soft as a banana, like the juice of an orange... The third one was also gone, I smacked my lips, it was not satisfying, I still wanted to eat it, I searched the whole canopy, but it was gone, what a pity, what a pity!
My belly was round, my whole body was warm, and the sun was shining warmly. I felt comfortable and weak at the same time. Drowsiness came over me, and I fell asleep again in a daze.
I don’t know how long it took, but Han Shaer woke up from the cold and pain.
An old man was waving a branch to beat him. The old man had black and white hair, black and white eyebrows, black and white beard, and black and white clothes. He looked like a zebra, but his complexion was tender and as red as a baby. He beat him a few times,
He jumped up high to the side, fell down, beat his chest and stamped his feet, howled loudly for a while, cried a little, then picked up a branch and beat him.
Han Shaer wanted to move, but couldn't. He wanted to shout "Why hit me?" but couldn't. He looked around and found that he was lying under a tree. There was a cave next to him. He was between the big tree and the entrance of the cave. Is there soil under him?
Is it a stone? Why is it so cold? It's as cold as ice. The branches fall on my body, like ice slivers, and it hurts. When I look at it again, my God! How come I'm naked? I'm completely naked?
It's bright red, like a ripe persimmon, or like the morning or evening sun - holy shit! What's going on? Why is it the same as a fruit? Could it be that after eating three fruits, it also bears fruit?
The old man realized that he was awake, and while beating him, he cursed: "Little thing! Little villain! Little thief! You stole my fruit! I'll beat you to death! Beat you to death! Wuwuwu, Wuwuwu! I'll serve nine hundred people."
In ninety-nine years, I will only bear three fruits, and you will eat them all! Wuwuwu! I will beat you to death! Wuwuwu..."
The branch fell on his body, and the pain was mainly cold, and the pain was not obvious. In Han Shaer's hazy consciousness, he was confused, how did he get here from the cliff? How many days has it been? Where is this? Who is the old man?
It’s just three fruits, how can you be so angry? You’re beating, crying and making trouble! Zhongyue grabs Bingyue and it’s delicious, Bingyue is not an old man who can cry or make trouble!
The old man cried for a while, hit him for a while, cried for a while, turned Han Shaer over, leaving no dead ends, and beat him several times. He still couldn't get rid of his anger and resentment. He bared his teeth and claws at Han Shaer: "You eat my fruit."
, I want to eat you! Eat you! Eat you!"
"Little tree monster! Have you changed to eating meat? Hahaha, it's a strange thing in the world! Hahaha..." A vague and distant voice reached Han Shaer's ears.
"God of medicine! Don't worry about such trivial matters. He ate my fruit. I'm going to beat him and eat him!" The old tree monster bowed down from a distance.
The God of Medicine? Is it a portrait hanging at home? Han Shaer has a few vague impressions: Mother, E'er, the God of Medicine...
"Hehehe, if you hit him, it won't hurt; if you eat him, eat it! Hehehe..." The shadow followed, and Qi Bo, the greatest god of medicine in the world, floated over.
"God of medicine! Please take pity on me! If you eat these three fruits, I will enter the immortal class. I have been waiting for nine hundred and ninety-nine years! Please help me, help me get it out! Eat something small.
What a waste!"
"Little tree monster, haven't you seen that his whole body has changed? The three fire ginsengs have already become one with him! Besides, the three fire ginsengs should belong to him, not you!" Qi Bo objected lightly.
I accepted the old man’s suggestion.
Han Shaer discovered that Qi Bo had crane hair and a childish face, and was full of energy, making him even more otherworldly than in the portrait.
"God of medicine! You are so kind and compassionate, please give me some advice!" The strange old tree kowtowed like a chicken pecking at rice.