The Seven-Star Mouse laughed and said, "I won't dig a hole, I'll just make a nest on top."
There is no need to say more about the ancient tree of war.
At this time, Han Feng walked over, looked at the ancient war tree intently, and said meaningfully: "Little Tree, you are new here, shouldn't you show your ability and make some contributions?"
The ancient war tree asked in confusion, "Brother, what contribution should I make?"
Han Feng curled his lips and said, "I'm going to make a fire to cook, but I'm out of firewood. Can you contribute some branches?"
"ah?"
The ancient tree of war was slightly startled, and asked tentatively: "Brother, you brought me back, you didn't treat me as a pile of firewood, did you?"
If this is the case, it would be tragic.
It would be better to be beaten to death by Han Feng.
Han Feng laughed dumbly, "What are you thinking? I'll use it once, and I won't use your branches anymore."
"Just once."
The ancient war tree was pardoned.
Chu Feng reminded, "Don't just stand there, hurry up and get some branches down."
The ancient war tree endured the pain, broke off a branch, and dropped it to the ground.
Han Feng swung the machete and chopped it into pieces.
Then make a fire and roast the starfish.
More than ten minutes later, Han Feng and his two spirit pets sat around the fire, enjoying the starfish happily.
After eating, Han Feng gave the poison bead to the Xuanyin vine. When he was about to go back to the thatched hut to rest, the Pea Shooter suddenly shouted, "Brother, those three women are coming."
Han Feng's mouth corners couldn't help but rise.
Zhao Yunxi and the other two hadn't gone to the toilet for two days.
After holding it in for two days, you must have pooped a lot.
The four corns are in for a treat.
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