Seven Hundred and Fortieth Chapters Muffled to Make a Fortune 13

Looking at the glittering golden "Mountain of Gold and Silver", even though he was as calm as Lu Jiuque, he couldn't help but feel his heart burning.

But her spiritual sense was useless, and she couldn't tell whether it was a trap at all. Thinking about it, Lu Jiuque became entangled.

"So many spiritual plants...are they real or fake?" Should I put them away? Or put it away?

Di Shifang tapped on the top of her head amusedly, "These spiritual plants are all real, just put them away if you want them."

All true?

Lu Jiuque's eyes lit up, and he smiled and said to his big demon king, "Hey, this is what you said, not what I want to put away!"

"Yeah." Di Shifang's eyes were full of doting, and he poked her forehead with his hand. Seeing the red mark, he squinted his eyes and nodded, "I like that plant and accept that plant."

"..." It's just that this is Lingzhi's territory, is it really good for her to make such a big fuss? "Ahem...you don't need so many, I only harvest one spiritual plant of a kind."

"It's okay, just put it away if you like."

"..." Shit, big devil, do you really think this is your vegetable garden? Hearing such conniving words, she felt that she had become a bandit and bully!

But why is there still an inexplicable excitement?

Sure enough... she likes things like making a fortune in a muffled voice!

Lu Jiuque jumped up and rushed into the medicine field like a kitten into a fishing ground. He was really excited.

Seeing her bending over and starting to pick the spiritual plants, with bubbles of joy emanating from her whole body, Di Shifang believed that if Lu Jiuque had a tail, it must have reached the sky.

"My God! This is a parasitic bean!"

"This... this... is the tiger flower?"

"Thundergrass! Woo! Thundergrass!"

"Shi Shenglan!"

"Fog...even frost mica!"

...

Lu Jiuque was so excited that his voice changed, his eyes sparkled, his little face flushed with excitement,

It gave Di Shifang the illusion that he was feeding her, what a subtle sense of satisfaction...

Since when did he become so easily satisfied?

But while Lu Jiuque was "making a fortune", he also maintained a little rationality, knowing that this was the territory of a bully with spiritual plants, and he was afraid that he would attract the attention of the bully.

The two of them got deeper and deeper, and the age of Lingzhi around them was getting higher and higher. Lingzhi of a hundred years or a thousand years was like Chinese cabbage on the road.

Lu Jiuque wiped away the non-existent water stains on the corners of his mouth, stopped suddenly, straightened his body and said seriously: "Da...Di Shifang, let's go back." They have been down for a long time, I am afraid that Tianyin has brought Yin Wu Hen and others came here.

"The front is the high-year Lingzhi." Di Shifang said with a frown. In his opinion, what Lu Jiuque picked just now was just "garbage", so how could he only collect "garbage".

Lu Jiuque doesn't really mind whether the age is high or not. She has the dragon pattern world, and after slowly cultivating it, the quality and age of Lingzhi will be better than those here.

It's just that the big demon king is so caring and cute as if he is deeply afraid of her loss!

Raising his hand to gently hold his hand, Lu Jiuque raised his eyebrows and smiled slightly: "It's okay, I've collected almost everything."

As soon as the words fell, a rustling sound came quietly, like the low moan of a demon awakened from the abyss.

"Shushasha..."

The muffled sound was obviously irregular, but Lu Jiuque felt a deep and unstoppable anger from it...