The source started working directly, and the fire lotus also started to set fire. After the processing of this layer was completed, Qingqing went directly to the seventy-fifth layer with resentment.
What makes Qingqing speechless is that this floor is a sea of flowers, with densely packed dragonflies and butterflies above. If the number is not a bit excessive, it still looks good.
She thought about it and said to this hospital: "It doesn't matter whether it's flowers, grass, or insects. If there are any in any world, just put a batch there and burn the rest."
Ben Yuan had no objection, and Huolian started working step by step. Fortunately, these things were relatively small, so Ben Yuan was very considerate and sent many more insects to Phoenix King.
Although these insects are small, they have developed a lot of intelligence over the years, so they can still obey the greetings of those vixens, so there is no trouble.
Qingqing continued to enter the seventy-sixth floor, and saw that the ground was covered with dense shit. Qingqing released the puppet, speechless and helpless: "Has all the shit turned into sperm?"
The puppet looked at the shit on the ground, raised his head, pointed to the roof and said: "Master, above your head, this is bat shit, you can eat it. Bats..."
Qingqing also added: "It's edible, but it's easy to get sick."
The source tested it and said: "Dear, I don't recommend eating it because the risk of viruses is too high, but you can still get the shit."
Qingqing tilted her head and thought about it, then asked Ben Yuan directly: "Can you give me an excavator? It's a small one. Ask Uncle Ya to get it. It's too troublesome."
Benyuan gave a two-meter-high small excavator with a stack of sacks. Qingqing bought two of them directly, and the two puppets started shoveling shit. The output was thrown directly to Uncle Ya and asked her to sell it to Feng Wang.
Uncle Ya looked at the note and asked, "Girl, what is this?"
Qingqing replied: "Bat poop, medicinal material!"
Uncle Ya sent these directly to sell with a dark face. This kind of thing is a bit disgusting.
On the other side, the puppet who had just finished shoveling shit suddenly felt like it was raining. When it started to rain, there was another layer of fresh shit on the ground. Qingqing went crazy: "Is it over yet? Huolian, you are dead.
?"
What could Fire Lotus say? He directly burned all the bats on the top trying to die. The puppet had no choice but to shovel shit again. When all the shit was shoveled, Fire Lotus quickly burned the ground again.
After making sure that the place was clean, Qingqing still felt that it was not enough, so she asked the system to clean it up again. Only then was Qingqing satisfied and walked forward to the seventy-seventh floor. It looked like a forest. She was a little confused. The puppet who followed looked at it.
Said: "There are mushrooms, matsutake, truffles, etc. here, as well as some herbal medicines."
Qingqing thought about it and said: "Then you go and dig it up." After saying that, Qingqing directly put the roots of the tree along the soil and started to dig up. Based on the principle that the tree can be obtained, she searched here and left enough
After eating the food, the remaining trees were thrown to King Phoenix. The trees here were also very valuable. As for King Phoenix, how to plant them again was none of her business.
King Feng looked at the trees falling over, and he was helpless. A group of weasels were very smart and directly called on the animals to help plant these trees. After all, there were many useful resources in them.
After dealing with these trees, Qingqing found that even the soil here was good soil. Although it was not Jiutianxi soil, the low-quality soil was still qualified. Qingqing directly sent the soil down, and shouted at the food delivery mouth with her backhand: "
Uncle Ya, give Uncle Feng Wang a piece of Jiutianxi soil, otherwise the soil will be useless."
What can Uncle Ya say? He just reaches out and takes care of what Pan Rutian wants. Pan Rutian goes directly back to Pangu Secret Realm to get it. Who can carry this kind of thing with them?
After Qingqing finished dealing with this place, he continued to move forward and went up to the 78th floor. Qingqing looked at the plush, brown-gray carpet, and then like a panda, one layer fell after another. Qingqing poked at the soft ones in front of him.
thing, I felt that thing move and reveal a black duck's mouth.
The puppet looked at it and said, "This is called the platypus, the earliest mammal."
Qingqing Diandian didn't think too much, and threw all these guys to Feng Wang. At this time, animals began to rain on Feng Wang's head again, but this time, it was actually the rain of platypus, and they were attacked one by one.
On the backs of the surrounding animals, a group of foxes were dumbfounded. This race seems to be very ancient.
They started picking up quickly, really using all their tails. When they all picked up, a group of demons all looked at Feng Wang and Uncle Ya. Uncle Ya directly covered his face and said: "Don't look at me.
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The corners of King Feng's mouth twitched and he said, "Find a place to put it first, and we'll sort it out later."
Qingqing went directly to the seventy-ninth floor and saw that there were actually a bunch of tree shepherds here. The trees here were all living trees. Qingqing asked speechlessly: "Does this also need to be burned? This time I am not boiling beans and burning beans."
Beans and beans are weeping in the cauldron. They grow from the same root, so why rush to fry each other?"
Ben Yuan sighed and said, "Don't you usually listen to the alert?"
Qingqing said: "Hey, then you don't play like this."
Huolian looked at Qingqing's face and knew that these guys were useless, so he simply took action himself and burned a group of tree people directly. Qingqing turned his back to the group of tree people. Hey, he suddenly felt that he understood Snape.
I feel like a double agent.
This time, the tree people were still able to withstand the burning. Qingqing could hear the tree people screaming and asking for help, but she couldn't care or do anything. She silently took out her jade qin,
A flower-burial chant was played slowly.
When the flowers fade and fly all over the sky, who can pity them? The spring pavilion is fluttering with soft gossamer, and the fallen catkins lightly touch the embroidered curtains. The daughter in the boudoir cherishes the twilight of spring, full of sadness and has no place to release it; she hoe the flowers out of the embroidered boudoir with her hands,
The fallen flowers come and go. Willows die and elm pods bloom, no matter whether peaches or plums fly. Will peaches and plums bloom again next year? Who will be in my boudoir next year?
In March, the fragrant nest has been built, but the swallows in the beams are too ruthless! Although the flowers can be pecked next year, the empty nests will fall if people go to the beams. Three hundred and sixty days a year, the wind, frost, and swords force each other; bright and fresh
How long can it last? Once wandering, it is hard to find. Flowers are easy to see when they bloom but hard to find when they are gone. The people burying flowers are killed in front of the steps. Leaning alone on the flowers, tears are shed secretly, and traces of blood can be seen on the empty branches.
The cuckoo is speechless. It is dusk, and the hoe returns to cover the heavy door; the green lamp shines on the wall, and the man is sleeping for the first time; the cold moon knocks on the window and the quilt is not yet warm. Being a slave is doubly distressing, half pity for spring and half annoyance for spring; pity for spring suddenly comes and then goes away.
, until I have no words to say and will not listen.
I heard a sad song outside the court last night. I know it is the soul of a painting and the soul of a bird. The soul of a painting is always hard to keep. The bird is speechless and the flower is ashamed. May I grow wings under my wings and follow the flowers to fly to the end of the sky. Where is the end of the sky?
Is there a Xiangqiu?
It is not like a brocade bag to collect beautiful bones, a handful of pure soil to cover the wind; the essence comes and goes clean, it is better than the filth that sinks into the ditch. If you die now, let's bury him. When will I be buried? Why don't I bury the flower person now?
Laughing fool, do you know who he is buried in? Just look at the spring flowers gradually falling, which is the time when the beauty dies; once the spring is gone, the beauty is old, the flowers fall and the person dies.