The treasure chest was startled and immediately shouted, "Don't sing, I'm telling you!"
"Little guy, I still don't believe I can't control you!"
Han Feng had a smile of success on his face, and said coldly, "Hurry up and tell me what's in it?"
Treasure Chest: "Contains a rotten egg."
"ah?"
Han Feng was stunned.
It's just a rotten egg. It can't be considered dangerous, right?
Treasure Chest: "Don't underestimate this rotten egg. Once broken, it will emit a pungent stench that can even make people faint. Moreover, the stench it releases will cover an area of ten square meters and will not disappear for ten days."
Upon hearing this, Han Feng's eyes flickered slightly.
This rotten egg is not completely useless. If used to trick someone, it will definitely have unexpected effects.
Thinking of this, Han Feng opened the lid of the treasure chest.
In a burst of crystal light, an egg with a black skin appeared in front of him.
Han Feng carefully held it in his hand, took a quick look at it, and then put it into the space cloth bag.
If you accidentally break this thing, you can't live in the house anymore.
For safety reasons, it is safer to put it in a space bag.
After opening the treasure chest, Han Feng shouted outside, "Yue Lingshan, are you done?"
It was quiet outside the house and no one responded.
Han Feng frowned slightly and shouted again: "If you don't say anything, I'm going to leave."
Thatched Hut reminded: "Han Feng, she has left."
"ah?"
Han Feng was slightly startled and asked, "When did you leave?"
Thatched Hut: "Just when you opened the treasure chest, he sneaked away."
"You left without even saying goodbye, what kind of character is that!"
Han Feng muttered and pushed the door open.
The moment I opened the door, I suddenly discovered a green plant standing outside the door.
"Fuck!"
Han Feng was startled.
Why are there plants outside the door?
Where did it come from?
"Brother, it's me."
Corn chuckled.
"Why are you here?"
Han Feng was stunned.
Isn’t this corn in the vegetable garden?
Will it move?
Corn explained, "I've been promoted to Level 2 and can move freely within the shelter."
"Advanced!"
Han Feng's eyes lit up, and he stared at the corn in front of him, calmly activating his insight talent.
Target: Combat corn.
Level: Level 2.
Evolution degree: 0%.
Attack power: 0.
Defense: 2.
Mental strength: 20.
Talent: Corn Bomb.
After reading it, Han Feng couldn't help but frown.
The corn was indeed promoted, and even its name was changed to combat corn.
However, after the promotion, he only gained one more talent, and the rest did not change much, and the attack power was still zero.
Without attack power, wouldn't it be just a decoration?
"Brother, what's wrong with you?"
Battle Corn asked.
Han Feng coughed lightly. "Didn't you say that being promoted to level 2 was awesome? But your attack power is zero! What's so awesome about it?"
Battle Corn chuckled, "I don't have any melee ability, so it's normal that my attack power is zero. My strength lies mainly in my talent."
Han Feng's eyes showed a deep look, "Tell me about it in detail."
Battle Corn said directly: "It triggers a corn, producing a powerful explosion. During the explosion, the corn kernels splatter like shrapnel, covering a maximum area of ten square meters."
“Good fellow!”
Han Feng smacked his lips hard.
Spraying like shrapnel after the explosion?
Isn't this a covering attack?
Once attacked, unless you have extremely strong defense, you will be beaten into a sieve.
Han Feng was dazed for a moment and asked, "Your attack power is indeed explosive, but what about your endurance?"
The combat corn has produced three corn cobs in total. If all of them are stimulated, will it still produce corn cobs in the future?
If it can’t produce corn cobs, wouldn’t it be useless?
Battle Corn: "A cob can be regrown in a day."
"good."
Han Feng nodded.
Although the battery life is a bit weak, it is better than nothing.
"Actually, there's another way to speed up the growth of corn cobs."
Fighting Corn suddenly spoke.
"What method?"
Han Feng's expression changed.
The fighting corn chuckled, "The solution is to eat shit. Every drop of shit you eat shortens your growth cycle by half. In other words, you can produce a corn cob in half a day."
"Understood."
Han Feng couldn't help but smack his lips.
He finally accepted the fact that she kept talking about eating shit.
"Brother, I've already been promoted to level 2. It's not easy to get promoted to level 3. So, don't give me shit and urine for now. Try to leave it to my brothers."
"OK."
Han Feng smiled slightly.
After learning about the abilities of the fighting corn, I couldn't wait to cultivate the remaining three corns.
If there are four fighting corns guarding this place, anyone who dares to invade the shelter will be beaten to pieces.
Thinking of this, Han Feng gave an order to Combat Corn, "Little Corn, from now on, you must protect our shelter. Especially when I'm not here, anyone who dares to attack the shelter will be blown to death!"
"I will definitely complete the mission!"
Battle Corn assured her, then asked, "What if it's the female players on the island?"
A ruthless look flashed across Han Feng's eyes. "No matter who it is, if they dare to enter the shelter without my permission, don't be polite to them!"
"clear."
Fighting Corn responded.
Han Feng nodded, then turned his gaze to the frying pan, and a strange look appeared at the corner of his mouth.
He possesses the talent for space, but his power has not yet been verified.
Why not test it with a frying pan?
"Brother, why are you looking at me like that? Did I do something wrong?"
Frying Pan sighed.
For some reason, I always felt that Han Feng's eyes were a little malicious.
Han Feng didn't say anything. With a thought, he released the spatial constraints on the frying pan.
The frying pan felt an invisible force sweeping over it, and before it could react, it was lifted into the air.
Frying Pan: "..."
who I am?
Where am I?
what happened?
After the soul asked three questions, Pan came to his senses and screamed in fear, "Brother, save me! There is a ghost!"
"Call your sister! Be quiet."
Han Feng scolded, then hooked his finger, "Come here."
Whoosh.
The frying pan flew into Han Feng's palm under the pull of an invisible force.
"Fuck!"
Pan's heart was in turmoil.
It turns out that Han Feng was secretly behind this!
What kind of method is this?
It can really be said to be unpredictable!
It's comparable to a god!
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