Chapter 547: Rap statue

"This thing planted by King... looks like a "tree man"."
Casio looked up at the strange tree that grew taller, frowned, and muttered to himself.
"Shuren, although they can't eat, shouldn't they be evil creatures?"
Shrek touched his fat chin and looked puzzled.
The strange tree in front of him reminded him of the past when he was attacked by the "snake hand" Shaman and led the tribe to attack the Algonquin Valley half a year ago. When he broke into the village of Powatan, he encountered many activated plants in a birch forest. Suppress, one of the powerful black oak people, impressed him.
"Most of the "tree people" are kind, but not necessarily, and occasionally there are crazy and evil tree people, such as the sacred "Gantiyas tree roots" of the "Conquering Order", which is said to be from an ancient The roots cut from the evil devil tree, it is said that the devil tree can also be turned into a "tree man", and he loves to blood, which is obviously not a good thing."
The poet Casio traveled around the world and learned many anecdotes.
Clarke remembered that when he was in the town of Hauss not long ago, he saw Joan using a magic tree branch to detect evil plants like "withered monsters", and then turned to him and asked him, "Brother Joan, what do you think?"
"Unfortunately, this strange tree is likely to be an evil plant!" Joan's face dignified, "Mr. Heil, we must destroy this tree as soon as possible, otherwise the longer it lasts, the taller it grows and becomes a tree The greater the threat people will pose to us in the future!"
Clark listened to him and changed his face. He rushed to the tree and hugged the trunk with his arms, trying to uproot it.
Frost Giant is born with divine power, wearing a "strength belt" made by Joan for him. The strength attribute is as high as 36. It should be easy to pull out a big tree.
However, the strange tree sprouted by the magic bean is not an ordinary plant. The root system is deeply plunged into the soil. Clark struggled to pull up. The ground around the root of the tree was cracking, a lot of sand was rushing out, the root of the tree was broken, but there were still many roots. He entangled the rocks deep in the ground and refused to escape from the soil.
It seemed that he felt the danger. The strange tree woke up before it was fully grown. The nodular face glared at the Frost Giant, raised his arms twisted by countless branches, wrapped Clark's arm, and wrestled with him.
"The strange tree that Shrek planted, Shrek will destroy it by hand!"
The Ogre King carried the mace of the mace and rushed to the tree man. While the monster and Clark had no time to distract from each other, they rounded the rod and hit the trunk.
boom! boom! boom!
Shrek swung three sticks in one breath, and slammed the big tree with a thick hug!
"Lie down!"
Clark pushed hard, and the strange tree fell backwards along the break, trembling with a trembling ground.
Joan walked to the broken tree and found that the strange tree's branches were twitching and trembling, and the human face on the trunk was also distorted, intertwined with pain and anger, and it was frightening.
Joan took a deep breath and slowly raised his hands, his hands together, his thumbs together, and the remaining four fingers spread outward, chanting the spell of "The Burning Hand" softly.
"Úré!"
The moment the spellcasting ceremony was completed, Joan's fingertips spewed a raging flame, igniting the strange tree lying in front of him, the flame spread from the branches and leaves to the trunk, and the flames burned.
Joan looked at the strange tree shrouded in flames, slowly lowered his hand, and breathed a sigh of relief.
The Ogre King stared at the strange tree that was about to turn into coke, and asked his companions with frustration: "It seems that Shrek is also out of luck. The next magic bean, who will plant it?"
"Of the four of us, only I haven't planted magic beans. Let me try my luck."
Casio seemed confident, asking Clark for a magic bean and burying it under his feet, suddenly smirking, unbuttoning his waistband, and spewing urine on the bean pit.
Joan was stunned by the poet's indecent behavior, and Clark and Shrek also covered their noses to avoid the smell of urine that was blowing in the wind, and squandered Casio blindly-in case his urination caused magic beans Can't germinate normally, regret is too late!
Fortunately, the vitality of the magic bean proved to be tenacious enough. Under the eyes of everyone's anxiety, a tender bud sprouted deep in the soil saturated with urine, and quickly expanded. The bean seedlings grew to be flush with Casio's height before they stopped growing upwards. , And in turn changed the shape of the branches, as if shaped by a pair of invisible clever hands, becoming more and more like Casio himself.
"Casio, you seem to have planted a statue." Clark held his chin and frowned, "What should we call this thing, activate the plant, or a woodcarving?"
Frost Giant soon realized that his question was meaningless, because the transformation of bean seedlings was not over.
When it completely grew into the shape of Casio, the texture began to change drastically, and eventually the green plant turned into a hard gray stone statue, and the shape and features were exactly the same as Casio, as if it were a sculpture carved by him!
Casio stared at the statue he had planted himself, his face became more and more ugly, and his voice could not help shaking when he spoke.
"Damn it! I have an ominous hunch..."
"Hey... Casio, Casio, you are really a dirty filthy embryo, and dog urine is cleaner than your blood!"
As if verifying the poet's hunch, the statue suddenly spoke, and a stiff face appeared with a weird smile, as if mocking its creator.
"You, what a monster are you!" Casio was frightened and sweated.
"I'm Casio, idiot, you don't even know this uncle, you have white eyes!"
"Fart! I'm Casio, you're just a statue!" The poet shouted with rage.
"Hey...I don't like this sloppy name anyway, just like I hate the grungy poems you write, hate your harsh voice, let alone your performance level! My God, even Give Lutechen to a monkey, and it can play better than you! Casio, you have no talent, no inspiration, no artistic talent, you are a shit! The saddest thing is...hehehe, You have no self-knowledge!"
The face of the stone statue was distorted, and a series of malicious language was madly spit out, as if launching countless sharp shooting guns, ruthlessly poked into the poet's heart.
Casio listened to these bitter mocking laughs, his face white and red for a while, his fists clenched tightly, his forehead exploded with blue muscles, and finally he could not bear it, and he roared towards the statue.
"Damn stone man! Shut up!"
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