1760. Chapter One Thousand Seven Hundred and Sixty Who Is He?
In the following days, Qin Yu still raised the mutated spirit ant every day.
Under his intensive cultivation, the mutated spirit ants became stronger and stronger, and the lines on their bodies became more and more clear.
In order to make it grow stronger, Qin Yu fed each other with the divine power of the soul and the extremely fierce power. When it was only half a month before the harvest of the Red Lin grass, Qin Yu clearly felt that the aura emitted by the spirit ant was already somewhat
Extraordinary.
Moreover, the lines on the body actually showed six faint colors. Although they were extremely subtle, Qin Yu's spiritual sense was enough to detect them.
As the day of harvest got closer and closer, Huang Feng saw that his red indigo grass was growing more and more lush, his face blossomed with smiles, and he looked at Qin Yu with a teasing and sarcastic look.
Because it takes three years for red indigo to bloom, and it is just planted when it comes, it will only bloom on the day of harvest.
Just when Huang Feng was full of confidence, he suddenly found that all the spirit ants in his medicine field were huddled on the edge and shivering...
This situation was like a bolt from the blue, almost suffocating Huang Feng.
When he came to his senses, he jumped up suddenly and turned to look at the monk beside him. When he was about to open his mouth to say something, he saw that the monk had his eyes closed and was quietly guiding Yao Chong.
When his spiritual sense reached out, he found that there was nothing strange about the monk's medicine field. He looked at the others and found that the same medicine bugs that shivered before did not appear this time.
This made Huang Feng freeze on the spot. He reluctantly lowered his head and looked at his medicine field. With a gloomy expression on his face, he ran towards Fang Fang crazily.
Last time, Deacon Liu told him that if he showed up, he could send someone to report it. Now, if it's like this, how can Huang Feng still sit still?
Qin Yu didn't even look at Huang Feng's departure and continued to cherish it.
In less than half an hour, Huang Feng came galloping over with a look of decadence on his face. Because the harvest day was approaching, Deacon Liu and others were busy. How could they have time to see a ninth-class lowly slave? Even the door was blocked, so Huang Feng was
He blasted it out and gave a warning.
After searching for Deacon Liu to no avail, Huang Feng returned to the medicine field and saw that the medicine bugs were still trembling. His face turned pale and his body was trembling.
On this day when the harvest is about to be harvested, this sudden attack makes Huang Feng, who was still confident before, feel his heart sink to the bottom and almost despair. If the insect does not recover, or recovers too late, then he will definitely die this time!
!
Is this acceptable to Huang Feng?
"What should we do? What should we do?" Huang Feng murmured tremblingly, suddenly thinking of something, he suddenly raised his head and looked up at the sky. In the past few months, the great deacon would come to inspect almost every ten days and a half.
Calculating the time, the next inspection should be within these two days.
Thinking of this, Huang Feng forcibly suppressed the fear and despair in his heart. He did it slowly, adjusted his breathing, and his consciousness enveloped the medicinal field. He recalled that Deacon Liu said that there was power entwining the roots of red alpinia. He wanted to see if it could.
That's true.
But after checking for a long time, Huang Feng still didn't feel anything. He could only watch the medicine insect shivering, and from time to time he looked up to the sky in the distance to see if the Archdeacon was coming.
While Huang Feng was anxiously waiting for the Archdeacon, the mutated spirit ant was frantically devouring extremely ferocious power. What shocked Qin Yu was that the spirit ant was devouring it at a terrifying speed.
"If this continues, it won't take long for this spirit ant to evolve into a Taoist ant, right?" Qin Yu said in surprise.
This spirit ant is nearly ten times larger than ordinary spirit ants, and its devouring ability is much stronger.
When the harvest is only seven days away.
Qin Yu's mind tried to integrate into the mutated spirit ant. Because he had swallowed enough holy power of the soul, Qin Yu's soul had been integrated into the mutated spirit ant.
Qin Yu wanted to see if he could control this spirit ant.
"Um?"
Qin Yu, whose mind was lost in it, suddenly sensed that this spirit ant had a slight fluctuation in consciousness.
"Consciousness has arisen?" Qin Yu was surprised. According to the book introduction of the Four Nine Sects, only Dao ants can produce consciousness. But now, this spirit ant has consciousness??
"I haven't felt any Tao aura on this spirit ant. It should not be a Tao ant, but this spirit ant...has actually become conscious?" Qin Yu had a look of expectation on his face. He wanted to see this spirit ant.
How many more surprises can ants bring to themselves?
While Qin Yu was full of expectations, Huang Feng stood there, his face as pale as paper, his whole body trembling, cold sweat breaking out, and his eyes full of despair.
He could barely keep his composure before, but the Archdeacon didn't show up in the past few days, which made Huang Feng completely despair. These past few days, he was getting thinner and thinner, and his clothes got wet several times.
"What should I do?" Huang Feng murmured to himself, completely distracted.
Suddenly, Huang Feng thought of something and looked up at Qin Yu with a gloomy expression.
When there were only five days before the harvest day, Huang Feng rushed to Qin Yu, knelt down directly in front of Qin Yu, prostrated on the ground, trembling and said: "Fellow Taoist, Huang Feng has eyesight but cannot see Mount Tai. I beg you
Fellow Taoist, please be open-minded and spare Huang Feng, Huang Feng is willing to work hard for fellow Taoist."
Qin Yu didn't even open his eyes.
Huang Feng didn't say much, he couldn't afford to kneel down.
He had been thinking about it for a long time. He thought about Qin Yu and the bet with Qin Yu. He thought about it again and again. He guessed that this time it might be related to Qin Yu.
Although it is just a guess and not certain, now, this is Huang Feng's only hope, otherwise, he will only die.
"Tao...Master, from today onwards, Huang Feng swears by Taoism that he is willing to work as a cow and horse for his master for the rest of his life." Huang Feng said with trembling words.
Qin Yu still didn't open his eyes.
Seeing this, Huang Feng straightened his body suddenly, slapped his forehead, spit out a mouthful of soul blood, and said: "Huang Feng is willing to sign a master-servant contract with the master. I also hope that the master will be more generous." As he said that, Huang Feng kowtowed three times.
bye.
Qin Yu slowly opened his eyes and said calmly: "Any one of my many slaves is someone you look up to. Do you think you, a ninth-level slave, are qualified to be my slave?"
Huang Feng trembled all over and raised his head sharply. When he saw Qin Yu's indifferent eyes, he suddenly felt endless fear and humiliation in his heart.
Although he had never seen anything big or top-level in the world, Huang Feng's gaze made Huang Feng feel like an earthworm. It was as if the person sitting in front of him was not a ninth-level lowly slave with the same status as himself, but someone who was above him, as if he were standing high above him.
