After collecting another one, the chipmunk immediately lay down on the ground and began sniffing. The little guy's nose kept twitching, and its body kept moving. Then it suddenly stopped three meters away!
"Swish, swish!" The nimble little paws swung across the ground again. The fluffy chipmunk didn't care that the mud was getting on its fur. It waved its little paws with great enthusiasm.
Squeak! This plot of land is now owned by a mouse!
If Lin Qian knew that the chipmunk not only didn't have to fight monsters but also had a large area of "fruit" to harvest, I wonder how angry he would be.
Of course, he has nothing to offer now. After turning the temple upside down, the little tiger finally accepted the fact that there was no "reward."
As the tiger paws left, it angrily kicked the crooked wooden door, the sound of the door collapsing under its own weight echoing the silent departure of the little tiger.
As Lin Qian walked into another area where the white mist dissipated, a faint light suddenly flashed in the dilapidated temple, and a rough animal statue appeared on the empty stone platform.
The moment the statue appeared, the temple and square were instantly enveloped in a white mist again. This time, there were no more shadowy figures in the mist, and the dilapidated stone archway in front of the square was completely covered.
The area the tiger mother entered was a dark place full of rubble, and the huge tigress hid behind a stone pillar.
The stone pillar is broken and its original height is unknown, but its three-meter-wide width and the mysterious patterns carved on it suggest that it is not an ordinary stone pillar.
Unfortunately, Tiger Mom didn't have Lin Qian's "experience." Although she intuitively felt that the stone was extraordinary, she didn't know what made it so. After licking the patterns on it to no avail, Tiger Mom stopped paying attention to it.
Its attention is now completely drawn to a small tree in front of it.
Amidst the pile of rocks, a small, verdant tree stood tall. The tree was less than two meters tall, and three fist-sized, yellow fruits hung from its branches, emitting a faint fragrance.
The tiger mom licked her lips, having experienced this tactic before. Wasn't this the same kind of fruit she had snatched from her brown bear neighbor's house?
We absolutely must get it!
Knowing the benefits of the mutated plant, the tiger mother naturally wouldn't let the opportunity slip by; her bright tiger eyes were fixed on the sapling.
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