Interstellar Farming: The sick and weak male protagonist is struggling to survive on money

Chapter 421 Sending a Dagger

After a supper, everyone's mouth and hands were black.

Say good night to each other "blackly", each went back to each house, and each developed.

However, Nian Shutong still followed Fu Yunhe's direction.

"Are you taking me back to my room?" Fu Yunhe couldn't help asking.

"Ok?"

A sudden question made Nian Shutong repeat this sentence in his brain. After repeating, she wanted to laugh, but she asked deliberately: "Shouldn't I give it away?"

"Isn't it basic etiquette to invite you to dinner and send you home?"

Basic etiquette?

Looking at Nian Shutong's "interested" eyes, Fu Yunhe knew that she was teasing him.

But who said you're the only one playing?
Fu Yunhe made his most shy appearance, lowered his head and raised his head, and asked in a magnetic voice: "That is to say, you are embarrassed to ask me out alone, so you drag everyone together?"

"Actually, it doesn't need to be like this!"

Fu Yunhe looked at Nian Shutong affectionately, but in his eyes, Nian Shutong raised an arm, raised it up, and then lowered it.

"Snapped!"

"You still dare to tease me? It's quite true, I almost believed it!"

Nian Shutong slapped Fu Yunhe on the head.

She pulled off the two green poles tied around her waist and handed them to Fu Yunhe.

Fu Yunhe who was beaten would naturally not be angry, but he didn't dare to say that he was not a fake.

Obviously, Nian Shutong still can't accept other relationships between the two.

"what is this?"

Fu Yunhe held it in his hand and asked Nian Shutong.

"It's grown on sorghum. If it doesn't grow sorghum ears, it's this kind of thing. It's called Wumin."

"Let me tell you, I found it with great difficulty, who made my seeds so good."

"But the taste is very unique. I found four in total. This one is for you."

Fu Yunhe looked at the two "black sips" in his hands, and the smog that had just been rejected was swept away.

She specially reserved it for herself.

"I'll try it."

Fu Yunhe peeled off one, layer by layer coat, which is a bit like corn, but much less and much smaller.

When he peeled it off, a piece of food that was grayish white on the top and gradually black on the bottom, with the thickness of fingers and long and short fingers appeared in front of his eyes.

"Here, you eat first!"

Nian Shutong looked at Fu Yunhe, then looked down at Wumin, she refused and said, "I don't want to eat one with you."

"?"

"No, it's all for you."

Fu Yunhe really likes Nian Shutong's magnanimity, but sometimes he can't help her magnanimity.

"Is that so?" Nian Shutong took it over, bit off half of it in one bite, nodded while eating, and whined at Fu Yunhe.

"Understood, I'll eat right now."

After eating one piece of Shutong back then, Fu Yunhe also peeled off the last one, and ate it under Nian Shutong's urging.

"How about it?"

"Delicious, as you said, the taste is very unique."

"right!"

Nian Shutong has a kind of self-satisfaction that I said is right, but she eats too much, so it's time for her to practice.

She wanted to unlock the rat sculpture and the monkey sculpture before Fu Yunhe left, and she planned to follow her there.

Of course she didn't go to school, Nian Shutong felt that she was like a big patriarch, her family members went abroad to study, as a responsible parent, she must send it off.

"Good night, Xiaohe."

"Good night, Nian Shutong."

The two said good night and went back to their places.

When the next day came, Fu Yunhe got up very early, and he practiced in an open field with a silver gun.

When Shutong came back that year, he gave some instructions.

After practice, Nian Shutong asked, "Do you feel comfortable with the length of this gun?"

"How's the weight? Is it lighter or heavier?"

Nian Shutong asked so carefully, Fu Yunhe knew what she should be planning to do.

"Will you give me a gun?"

"Yes, I can refine weapons and prepare to make a good one for you."

Nian Shutong, who was talking, turned his wrist, and a pitch-black dagger appeared in his palm.

"This is made from the horn of a ferocious beast. Don't look at it as dark and inconspicuous, but it's actually very sharp."

"I think it can pierce the mech, but I don't think the rubble will let me try."

Before Fu Yunhe could speak, another familiar voice sounded.

"Who calls rubble anymore?"

The rubble came from a distance, and he turned in one direction when he heard someone say his name.

"No one, nothing." Nian Shutong quickly denied.

With the rubble on his head, his suspicious gaze was undisguised.

"Ms. Nian Shutong, the body of the rubble has been upgraded and has reached a very sensitive state."

"Someone just called Rubble's name, and it's related to the mecha."

Nian Shutong looked at the rubble that she insisted on investigating, and she stepped forward with her dagger that hadn't been delivered yet.

"Do you think this dagger is good? I want to try whether it is powerful or the armor is strong?"

"You can make me. Hey! What are you doing!"

Before Nian Shutong finished speaking, the dagger was taken away by the rubble, and it was not counted, but the rubble actually took the dagger and cut towards his finger.

"You are crazy!"

Nian Shutong roared for the first time, snatched the dagger, and grabbed the rubble's fingers.

At this time, there was an obvious gap on the mechanical finger of the rubble, which was scratched by a dagger.

"What to do! How to treat your wound?"

"Is it okay for me to heal you?"

Nian Shutong didn't know whether spiritual power was useful for the trauma of the rubble.

Ruble still doesn't understand what happened, but he senses that Nian Shutong is angry.

"Ms. Nian Shutong, Rubble is just collecting data to see how sharp the dagger is."

"Shut up!" Nian Shutong stared at the rubble with fiery eyes, and asked in a quiet but oppressive voice, "How to cure it?"

Ruble didn't dare to speak anymore, and answered honestly: "Jing Shizhi."

Nian Shutong didn't even look at the rubble, took out a top-quality spar, stared down at the rubble without wounds and asked, "Where to put it? How to use it?"

"On the rubble wound."

Nian Shutong roughly pressed the top-quality spar on the wound of the rubble.

"Fu Yunhe!"

"exist!"

Fu Yunhe agreed as quickly as possible, with active cooperation in his voice.

"Come here and press it!"

Fu Yunhe was the fastest, taking over Nian Shutong's hand and pressing the wound on the rubble.

Nian Shutong handed the dagger in his hand to Fu Yunhe and said, "Put it away, and I'll practice flying knives for you later."

"Okay, thank you."

Fu Yunhe didn't dare to say a word of nonsense, Nian Shutong got angry.

Nian Shutong turned around and was about to leave, but the brave rubble behind him spoke again.

Regardless of Fu Yunhe's wink, he spoke.

"Xiaohe, you may have a disease in your eyes, please treat it as soon as possible."

"Ms. Nian Shutong, can you study that dagger? Its production method is very special. I would like to know the relevant data."

"Fuck your bullshit data!"

"Hold on!"

(End of this chapter)