The small gourd, which looks like an emerald carving, hangs on a thigh-thick vigorous vine, but it doesn't feel weird at all. It makes people feel that it should be like this at first glance.
In Fang Fan's perception, this emerald-like little gourd is not only continuously absorbing the spiritual power and nutrients supplied to it by the mutated vines, but it is also continuously absorbing the spiritual energy in the void.
The absorption speed is almost as fast as Fang Fan, and it is like a bottomless pit, absorbing continuously.
Fang Fan ignored the protest coming from the mutated vines and fiddled with the emerald-like small gourd with great interest.
"If I remember correctly, this gourd was this big a few months ago, right?
I almost didn't see it growing up. What kind of gourd did you give birth to? You won't give me a dozen gourd babies, right?"
Fang Fan felt the pride in his mind and couldn't help but laugh.
"Okay, don't waste time. You have a good time nurturing your gourd baby. First, give me one you packed in the bottom of the box. I'll check the quality. Maybe I don't want it."
Hearing this, the mutated vine did not refuse anymore, but shook the small gourd in protest, and then a gash appeared on the vine's vigorous and cracked skin like dragon scales.
Some juice gushed out from the wound, and Fang Fan's eyes flashed.
He clearly felt the rich vitality from the green juice.
It is a precious medicine. It is definitely a precious medicine. It is absolutely good for treating injuries. If you take it for a long time, it will probably prolong your life. The effects on your body will be limited.
Fang Fan's eyesight was so strong that he could analyze its medicinal properties at a glance.
Of course, Fang Fan didn't say anything, just pretended not to see it and waited quietly.
But the mutated vine felt a strong sense of malice and quickly sucked the juice back in.
The juice disappeared, golden light flashed, and a golden thread appeared in front of Fang Fan's eyes.
“Hey, have these fibers been bred to be golden by you?
Are they almost reaching the origin level?"
A flash of surprise flashed in Fang Fan's eyes, and he held a handful of gold threads, feeling blessed in his soul.
He immediately understood that this was it, no reason was needed, just this feeling was enough.
Without saying anything, he raised his head and spoke slowly.
"No more words, just give me a dozen..."
Buzz buzz buzz!
Before Fang Fan finished speaking, he found that his mind was buzzing.
When he looked up, he immediately discovered that after pulling out a golden thread, the mutated vines became sluggish and felt weak.
Fang Fan could tell at a glance that this was not an act, he was really depressed.
Fang Fan touched his nose awkwardly, how could he not know that this golden thread is more precious than imagined. I am afraid that it is really the source of the mutated vine, which means wealth and life. If it is used too much, it will damage the foundation and the vine will be damaged.
fate.
"Okay, okay, I was too careless. Let's do this. Without damaging the foundation, just give me a hundred and eighty sticks..."
Buzz!
Phew!
His head was buzzing, and there were several whistling sounds in his ears. Fang Fan was so embarrassed that he didn't dare to hide, and allowed eight golden threads to hit his face.
The gold wire is only a few inches long, extremely slender, light and strong, and contains vitality.
He stretched out his hand to catch the falling golden thread and patted the wilting mutated vine.
Now the mutated vines have shrunk a bit, and even the spiritual energy supply to the little gourd has been reduced to one-tenth of its original size, barely maintaining it.
After appeasing the mutated vine, Fang Fan held the golden thread and dexterously weaved it into a delicate rope.
After the weaving is completed, with a click of your finger, a dragon shadow flies out and blends into it without any hindrance, and it merges together instantly.
Buzz!
At the moment of fusion, there was a buzz in his mind. Fang Fan looked at the mutated vines in surprise, only to find that although the mutated vines still looked sluggish.
But the vigorous and cracked old skin has a bit of dragon scale appearance, and the thigh-thick main vine seems like a dragon lying on the ground, with a majestic aura.
More importantly, perhaps because of the pet contract, the golden rope and the mutated vine have a connection, and the energy is connected.
Fang Fan finally understood why he felt that the gold thread was suitable for the golden rope.
Its level is high and its essence is high, but this link should also play a significant role.
It’s really because of this that my sixth sense is touched.
While he was thinking, the sound outside woke Fang Fan up.
"Hey, why did a road appear here?"
A crisp voice came in, and the image of Qingqing tilting her head and pointing her finger at her lips in confusion instantly appeared in Fang Fan's mind.
"Yeah, brother."
"Haha, Qingqing, come here, my brother will give you a small gift."
Seeing Qingqing rushing over, Fang Fan's eyes flashed with affection and he rubbed her head.
"Scared, what kind of gift?"
Qingqing's eyes widened and her eyebrows arched as she asked.
"Close your eyes."
"Uh-huh."
Qingqing closed her eyes and waited for a while, then suddenly opened them a crack and found Fang Fan looking at her, so she closed them immediately again.
Fang Fan almost laughed out loud when he saw this. He suppressed his laughter and pointed his finger. A group of purple-gold droplets appeared on it, shining in the sun and containing infinite power.
Smiling slightly, he directly put this source into the golden rope.
After a while, Fang Fan frowned as he looked at the golden rope, thought about it, and then added a little more.
Then after thinking about it, I still felt that it was not safe. Point by point, point by point, the entire golden rope was printed and dyed purple gold, exuding an invisible power fluctuation, and even the surrounding space was fluctuating with this power.
The bottom was slightly twisted, as if it couldn't bear it.
Fang Fan didn't stop until the golden rope could no longer be plugged in. After waking up, Fang Fan discovered that the origin in his original wish space had been reduced by three-quarters!
In other words, in a certain sense, the power that this golden rope can exert is even stronger than that of Fang Fan now.
"Brother, what is this?"
Only then did Fang Fan realize that Qingqing had opened her eyes and was looking at the golden rope curiously.
"This, this is the headband that my brother knitted for you.
Do you like it or not?"
"Wow, I like it."
Qingqing exclaimed in surprise, the delicate purple-gold gold rope instantly won her love.
"Here, brother will tie it for you."
"Uh-huh."
Qingqing nodded cutely, turned around and asked Fang Fan to tie it for her.
"Well, it's tied, it's so beautiful."
"OK."
"Qingqing, remember, this headband is called a golden rope. If you throw it out when you meet a bad guy, it will hit the bad guy, you know?"
"real?"
When Qingqing heard this, her eyes lit up.
"Of course, how could my brother lie to you?"
"Hmm, what's it called, brother, I didn't hear it clearly just now."
"The Golden Rope."
"Ah, the Golden Rope!"
"Ha ha ha ha."
The two people's backs stretched very long under the setting sun.
