Origin started working directly, and the fire lotus also started setting fire. When this layer was processed, Qingqing went up to the seventy-fifth floor with resentment.

What is called Qingqing speechless is that this layer is a sea of ​​flowers, with dense dragonflies and butterflies above. If the number is not a bit too high, it will look good.

She thought about it and said to our hospital: "It's good, grass, and insects. If there are any worlds, just put a batch of them over and burn them all."

Origin had no objection, and Huo Lian started working step by step. It is gratifying that these things are relatively small, so Origin is still very considerate and sent a lot of insects to the Fengwang.

Although these insects are small, they have a lot of spirituality over the years, so they can still obey the greetings of the vixen, so there is no trouble.

Qingqing continued to enter the 76th floor, looking at the dense shit on the ground. Qingqing released the puppet and said speechlessly: "Has shit become a sperm?"

The puppet looked at the shit on the ground, looked up, pointed to the roof and said, "Master, above your head, this is bat shit, which can be eaten. Bats..."

Qingqing also added: "It can be eaten, but it is easy to get sick."

The origin was tested and said: "Dear, it is not recommended to eat it. The chance of virus is too high, but shit can still be taken."

Qingqing tilted her head and thought about it, and asked the origin directly: "Can you give me an excavator? It's so troublesome if you ask Uncle Ya to get it."

Benyuan gave a small excavator two meters high, accompanied by a stack of sacks. Qingqing bought two directly, and the two puppets began to shovel the poop. The output was directly thrown to Uncle Ya and asked her to sell it to Fengwang.

Uncle Ya looked at the note and asked, "Girl, what is this?"

Qingqing replied: "Bat shit, medicinal material!"

Uncle Ya sent these things directly to sell with a dark face. This kind of thing was a bit disgusting.

On the other side, the puppet who had just finished shoveling suddenly felt that it was raining. When the rain was playing, there was another layer of fresh shit on the ground. Qingqing was furious: "Is it over? Huo Lian, are you dead?"

What can Huo Lian say? He directly burned all the bats that were trying to death on it. The puppet was helpless and shoveled the poop again. When the poop was shoveled, Huo Lian burned the ground.

It was confirmed that the place was clean, Qingqing felt unsatisfied and asked the system to come out of water to clean up the place again. Qingqing then walked forward to the 77th floor. It looked like a forest. She was a little confused and looked at the puppet who came over and said, "There are mushrooms, matsutake, truffles, etc. here, and some herbs."

Qingqing thought about it and said, "Then you go dig it out." After that, Qingqing directly turned the roots of the tree along the soil and began to flip up. Based on the principle that trees can be used, she found this place and left enough food, and threw the remaining trees to the Fengwang. The trees here are also very valuable. As for how Fengwang replants, she doesn't care about her affairs.

The Phoenix King looked at the trees that were falling over, and he was helpless. A group of weasels were very clever to directly greet the animals and help plant these trees. After all, there are many useful resources in it.

After processing these trees, Qingqing found that even the soil here was good. Although it was not considered Jiutian Xilan, the inferior Xilan was still qualified. Qingqing sent the soil directly and shouted at the delivery mouth with her backhand: "Uncle Ya, give Uncle Fengwang a portion of Jiutian Xilan, otherwise the soil will be ruined."

What can Uncle Ya say? He just reached out and took care of Pan Rutian's desire. Pan Rutian went back to Pangu's Secret Realm to get it. Who can bring such a thing with you?

After Qingqing finished processing the place, she continued to move forward and went up to the 78th floor. Qingqing looked at the fluffy, brown-gray carpet, and then fell layer by layer like a panda. Qingqing poked the soft thing in front of her, and felt that the thing moved and exposed a black duck's mouth.

The puppet looked at it and said, "This is called a platypus, the earliest mammal."

Qingqing didn't think much about it, and threw all these guys to Fengwang. At this time, it started to rain on Fengwang's head again, but this wave was actually a platypus rain. One by one was hit on the backs of the surrounding animals. A group of foxes were stunned. This race seemed to be very ancient.

They quickly started to connect, and they were really the kind that was used for all tails. After they were all taken, a group of demons looked at the Fengwang, the two men of Uncle Ya. Uncle Ya covered his face and said, "Don't look at me."

Feng Wang said with a twitching corner of his mouth: "Find a place first, and wait and do it together."

Qingqing went directly to the 79th floor and saw that there were actually a bunch of tree herders. The trees here were all living trees. Qingqing asked speechlessly: "This is also to burn? This time I am not cooking beans and burning bean pods. The beans are crying in the pot. They are born with the same roots, so why are they too anxious to fry each other?"

Benyuan sighed and said, "Do you usually don't listen to alert?"

Qingqing said, "Hey, then you don't bring this kind of fun either."

Huo Lian looked at Qingqing's face and knew that these guys couldn't use it, so she just took action and burned a group of tree people directly. Qingqing turned her back to the group of tree people. Alas, she suddenly felt that she understood Snape and was a double-sided spy.

This time, the tree people were still very resistant to burning. Qingqing heard the tree people screaming and asking for help. However, she couldn't care or do anything. She silently took out her jade zither, a song of burial flowers, and slowly started playing it.

The flowers fade, the flowers fly all over the sky, and the fragrance is gone, who can pity them? The silk is soft and the floating on the spring pavilion, and the fallen catkins gently touch the embroidery curtain. The daughter in the boudoir cherishes the spring evening, and the sorrow is full of no place to let go; she hoe the flowers out of the embroidery boudoir, and endures the fallen flowers back and forth. The willows die and the elm pods are fragrant, no matter whether the peaches float or plums fly; the peaches and plums can be reborn next year, who will know in the boudoir next year?

The fragrance nest has been built in March, and the swallows among the beams are too ruthless! Although the flowers can be pecked next year, they are not aware that they will fall into the empty nest when they go to the beams. Three hundred and sixty days a year, the wind, swords, frost, swords, and swords are pressing against each other; when can they be bright and beautiful? It is difficult to find it when they wander around. The flowers are easy to see falling and they are hard to find. The flowers are suffocated in front of the steps; they are alone in the flower hoe and tears are sprinkled, and bloodstains are seen on the branches on the sky.

The cuckoo is speechless at dusk, and he returns to cover the door with a hoe; the green lamp is on the wall, and the cold moon knocks on the window and the quilt is not warm. He is a slave and is very sad, and he is half sorry for spring and half annoyed; he is suddenly merciful and frustrated, and he is speechless and silent and silent.

Last night, I sang sadly outside the court. I knew that it was the soul of the painting and the bird. The soul of the painting is hard to keep, and the bird is silent and the flowers are ashamed. I hope that the slave will have wings under the siege and fly to the end of the sky with the flowers. Where is the mountain hill at the end of the sky?

It is not like a brocade bag collecting beautiful bones, and a piece of pure land covers the romantic life; the essence is clean and clean, and it is better than a dirt and ditches. Now I die and be buried. When will Bunn die in the end? Now the flower burial is laughing at me, who will know who will be buried in the next year? Look at the end of spring, the flowers are falling, and the beauty is dead. Once the spring is gone, the beauty is old and the flowers are falling, and the two of them are dead!
Chapter completed!