Chapter 1876: Mountain old farmer

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Seeing the ants who struggled with the sky and fought against the fate, the purple heart was touched.
Even if an ant survives today, he will be able to reproduce a batch and reproduce his glory.
Such a scene is similar to how humans face disasters again and again.
The heart is full of ambiguity, and the purple scorpion produces an energy. This is the power of the source, and it can live and die.
This energy spilled over, covering a large white egg and the ants.
The scene of the amazing purple singer appeared. I saw that among the ants, except for one injury recovery, the others lost their vitality under the naked eye and died instantly.
Such a scene not only appears on the ants, but also in those white eggs. More than 80% of them have lost their vitality and become dry.
"How can this be the case, what is the light rain, and why it contains such a powerful lethality."
The purple scorpion is very surprised. If it is not his shot, then the ants that survived this nest will all die.
The only surviving ant, the injury immediately recovered, and the volume has doubled. This is a kind of variation. It should be able to break the shackles and break into the ground, but nothing more.
The remaining white eggs, because of the injection of the source of the source, the more life-threatening, and then hatched one by one, they are very large, and the queen's head is more than the adult ant.
This nest of ants is born, representing a new life, representing the rise of a race.
The purple eagle looked at this nest of ants, the time seemed to pass, the ants that were born were rapidly dividing their jobs, some went out to find food, and some began to make holes.
Like the human beings rebuilt after the disaster, everyone cooperates and everything is in order.
Just when the attention of the purple scorpion is placed on this nest of ants, the sable is not known, and a spiritual thought has been looking at him.
"Interesting little guy."
The owner of Ling Nian is an old farmer. He opened a field between the mountains and forests. He planted some green vegetables in the fields, and he was weeding and loosening every day.
In his spare time, he will open up new fields, but more often, he is looking at the purple.
At the same time, he is also looking at the nest of ants.
Compared with the concentration of Zi Yan, there are quite a lot of emotions in the eyes of the old farmers.
New life has been born, the number of ants is increasing, and the number of ants who are looking for food has increased. At the same time, the lingering thoughts released by the purple scorpion have been explored. There are many holes in the earth, which is like a labyrinth.
Zi Yan still insists on refining the pseudo-days every day. Dan Ding isolates all the sounds into the outside world, but as the owner of Dan Ding, Zi Yan can still hear the roar of that voice.
In the screaming of the roar, they chose to cooperate with Ziyan, and some said that they should recognize the purple scorpion as the main, and they are indifferent to the sable.
The underground has almost become a palace, the number of ants is increasing, everything is well organized, and Ziyan chose to leave.
Ziyan went out for tens of thousands of miles to explore all the anomalies and look for traces of other aliens.
A few days later, Zi Yan returned and found nothing.
Coming to the ant nest that had begun to take shape, Zi Yan saw the ground in a mess, and the underground palace appeared completely. This place was like another catastrophe.
The entire underground palace was completely destroyed, but the ants' bodies were not seen.
The purple scorpion explored the spiritual thoughts and found signs of life in more than ten miles.
He saw the ants again, except for the queen, there were less than a hundred ants left in the area, but the ant eggs had a dense piece.
The ants resettled and started a new life. During this time, some ants will be responsible for exploring the dangers around them.
Next, these ants will move once every ten days.
This is the perception of danger.
Zi Yan is still going out all day, but will come back later.
It seems that because of the source, these ants began to evolve, and the next ants almost all have the strength of the peak of the human world, and with the continuous development, the first land ants also appeared.
During the period, the ants ushered in several crises, but each time they escaped the danger, they will re-emerge.
In the eyes of some powerful creatures, these ants are the most realistic portrayal of human beings.
"Interesting little guy."
The old farmer already doesn't know how many times he sighs. The sables look at the ants every day, and the daily exploration of the movement of the sable seems to have become the habit of the old peasants.
Originally at the end of the field, it was a log cabin. After a certain day, there was one more cabin, and in the wooden house, it was filled with other things.
"It’s rare to meet a pleasing eye, some itch,"
The old man smiled and his eyes glowed with new brilliance.
Zi Yan still did not ask from the mouth of the big man what is the anti-celest, why the anti-天者 will be dangerous.
The precarious ants of the year have now become a huge empire, and the earth has almost become their world.
They finally developed into scale.
Their natural enemies, anteaters, are coming again, but this time the ants are no longer in vain, but they are rushing, like a black torrent, followed by the scream of the anteater, not for a moment, the anteater is Under the black torrent, it became a pile of forest bones.
This is a graffiti work, which created the ant army, and then Zi Yan decided to leave.
This time it didn't take long. The sable was the discovery of two cabins. Outside the huts, an old farmer was squatting in the fields.
"When is there such a person here?"
For the emergence of the old farmer, the purple cicada is very unexpected. He has been staying here for a long time, but he has never seen an old farmer, and he has never seen such a field, and it has obviously taken a long time to renovate the field.
Being able to stay alone in this deep mountain, this is certainly not an ordinary old farmer. Zi Yan stood in the distance and looked at the old farmer who stooped to the ground, hesitating whether to say hello.
Obviously, this is an old predecessor, and this should be his retreat.
As for the realm, after the purple meditation was swept, I found that I could not detect it.
"Meeting is fate. If you are here, just sit down and sit down."
The old voice sounded, the old farmer spoke, but did not look at the purple.
"That disturbs." Zi Yan arched his hand and fell to the bottom.
"Be careful, don't mess with it."
Zi Yan stood outside the vegetable field and stood still.
The old farmer is still in the ground, not looking at the purple, a moment later, the old farmer said: "On your right hand side, put some rapeseed, give it to me."
The purple scorpion turned and saw a small packet of rapeseed, just a very ordinary kind, even with no hint of aura.
The purple scorpion picked up and walked carefully toward the front.
"There is a bucket there, go and give me some water."
On the other side of the old farmer, there is a small wooden barrel.
With the current strength of Zi Yan, the thoughts will lead to a rain, even the water of the source, but the old farmer's instructions, Zi Yan does not hesitate, take the barrel and leave.
In the faint, Zi Yan seems to be able to guess the intention of the old farmer, that is, he walked straight down the mountain. After playing a bucket of water, he stepped up the mountain again.
The old farmer was still squatting, and after the purple scorpion came back, he again ordered: "I planted those rapeseeds."
Ziyan nodded, planted the rapeseed again, then watered it, and then landed the rapeseed.
In this way, when the old and the young are busy in the field, the old man will occasionally give some advice, and the purple scorpion is not a word, until the sunset.
"After a day, I am exhausted."
The old farmer straightened his waist and gently beat his waist with his fist. For the first time, he looked at the purple eyes.
The sable is also looking at the old farmer. His eyes are very muddy, his hands are covered with old cockroaches, his face is wrinkled, like a real old farmer, not a powerful monk.
The old farmer had a kind smile on his face and looked at Zi Yan and asked: "Tired."
Zi Yan shook his head and said: "Not tired,"
"You are tired of the old man, I am tired, wait, I will cook."
During the talk, the old farmer walked toward the vegetable field next to him.
"No, I am not hungry." Zi Yan immediately waved his hand.
"Nonsense, how can you not be hungry after doing a day?"
Old farmers pick the freshest vegetables for picking.
Zi Yan wants to help, but the old man refuses again. In desperation, Zi Yan only has to go to the water to clean these vegetables.
The action of the old farmer was very profitable. Soon after, the vegetables were cleaned and a few side dishes were fried. During the period, the old farmer used the bacon that was dried in the house to fry a meat dish for the purple scallions.
The two sat on a stone bench outside the wooden house. There was a plate of green vegetables and a plate of meat on the stone table. After putting down the last dish, the old farmer said: "I haven’t been here for a long time, wait for me to get some wine. Come."
Ziyan did not refuse, the old farmer acted a little weird, but absolutely no malice.
Soon, the old farmer moved a small jar of wine and brought two porcelain bowls. After opening, the slightly turbid wine poured out.
Delivered to the bowl of Zi Yan, the old farmer smiled and said: "Don't be abandon, it is brewed by the family."
"will not,"
The purple scorpion took over, and after drinking it, he made a good wine.
The dish is an ordinary dish, the wine is a more ordinary wine, all of which are like the mortal life of Tianwu mainland. This meal does not have all kinds of mountains and seas, and there is no thing to add aura, but the sable is very delicious. Happy, very comfortable, very relaxed and natural, it is a long-lost feeling.
Neither of them asked the other person's past and each other~EbookFREE.me~ is drinking and eating.
After three rounds of wine, the old farmer seemed to be a little overwhelmed, his eyes slightly squatting, looked up at the sky, and then looked at the purple.
I do not know why, the purple scorpion has a feeling of hair, it seems that in an instant, think of the three words of the anti-celestial.
"I have been busy for a day today, staying here at night, and I have to work tomorrow."
Zi Yan nodded and then curiously asked: "Tomorrow will continue to grow vegetables."
The old farmer shook his head and said, "No, tomorrow, the refining."
"The smelter. What soldiers." Zi Yan looked at the old farmer and wondered about the last bowl of wine.
"Heavenly soldiers," said the old farmer. At this moment, he suddenly became mysterious and tall.
"puff,"
The purple wine mouth sprayed the old farmer's face.