kiss the beast world

Chapter 372 Golden Sea of ​​Rice Ears

until.

An hour later.

There were less than three small piles of rice piled up behind him, and less than one-tenth of the golden rice field that belonged to the boy disappeared, and the fragrance of large rice ears came blowing towards his face.

The two silly little boys with a sickle in their hands stood there with a mournful face, their brows twisted into small mountains and rivers, and the corners of their mouths shrunk to the Moluo River:
"Sister, don't bring children like this..."

"The sickle is so small, and the rice is so much..."

"The land allocated to others is still so big..."

an hour ago.

Wen Yue demonstrated in person and gave many instructions. After teaching them how to harvest the rice, she turned around and walked towards her golden rice field, completely ignoring how they were tossing and tossing.

And threatened.

As long as they can get a few pieces of big golden rice fields before sunset, they can cut them however they like, standing up, sitting down, lying down, whatever!

Still sitting and cutting?
Lying down and cutting?
Langbei now just wants to lie on the ground and pretend to be dead, pretending he doesn't know anything, otherwise, how can he finish the mowing task before sunset, if he can't finish it, wouldn't he be eating dirt!
Fortunately, before Wen Yue turned around, he boasted that he would not finish cutting before sunset, so he would never eat, not even dark barbecue!

"No, I have to call Shang Fengyan to find my brother-in-law. My brother-in-law is so smart and powerful. He must know how to cut, and he can cut faster and fastest."

The young man who was lying on the ground suddenly turned over and jumped up, quickly bent down, picked up the sickle on the ground, and rushed out of the golden rice field beside him with a "swish".

He ran towards the wind rock where the dividing line was obvious beside him, his feet were as fast as the wind, and the small figure was instantly engulfed by the golden ocean and disappeared without a trace.

"Wind Rock, Wind Rock!"

"Feng Yan, where are you?"

Slightly anxious shouts, following the collapsed rice roads, opened up towards Fengyan.

Feng Yan had just finished cutting the handful of rice in front of him, he straightened up holding the rice stalk in one hand, clenched the sickle in the other hand, frowned, his face suddenly changed, and he glared at the boy who had come to him.

"Lang Bei, are you blind!"

"You trampled all the rice, how can you cut it? Moreover, you knocked the golden rice to the ground, are you going to pick it up one by one, or lick it up one by one?"

Uh--

Lang Bei was so embarrassed by the yelling, Nana turned her head to look at her side, the rice ear pole, which was waist-high, had broken the pole and fell to the ground at this moment.

What's more!
At his feet, there were dozens of rice stalks, which were being stepped on the ground by him, and the full grains of golden rice ears scattered all over the ground.

"Well, I didn't mean to..."

The sweaty young man moved weakly, gently moved his foot on the pole, and touched the root of the rice pole with his toes, trying to lift the rice up.

However, after half a sound.

The rice stalks were still drooping on the ground, motionless, and it was impossible to get up straight. It was obvious that the two silly boys were doing nothing but useless efforts.

"Feng Yan, let's leave this alone. I'll go back and pick it up after the rice is harvested. Don't worry, I promise that we will never waste food and never let it lie here alone."

Seeing that Feng Yan's face began to change, Lang Bei became anxious, and quickly threw out a lot of promises. However, even if Feng Yan didn't respond, he would not ignore the rice on the ground.

Food is precious and rare, and the people of the Beast God Continent will never waste it at will.

"where to."

Feng Yan was expressionless, glanced at the anxious young man, and said lightly.

Don't get in the way of his work if you have nothing to do, the golden rice fields may not be settled before sunset, he doesn't have the thick skin of a young man to meet people.

"Go to my brother-in-law, brother-in-law is so smart, he must know another method, a faster and more convenient way to harvest rice." Lang Beiyou affirmed earnestly.

"They all use a sickle, can the patriarch still fly?"

Although Feng Yan looked slightly hesitant, his actions reacted faster, he raised his feet and walked forward, closely following the turning boy.

In fact, he didn't cut much, at most two piles of rice more than Langbei, and he was quite helpless with the "little scythe", let alone what to do.

If the cutting continues at the current speed, as Little Xingxing thinks, even if they cut until tomorrow afternoon, they won't be able to finish cutting even if they get cramps in their hands.

"If you don't follow the path and step on a golden rice, I will break one of your legs!"

Langbei and Fengyan, who were running fast, hadn't stepped half a step into the golden rice field of Langyefang, and they were still more than ten meters away, when they heard a quiet and deep voice.

Immediately.

The two of them braked quickly, stood still, bent their bodies, and stepped cautiously towards the path of the golden rice field step by step.

"Isn't it because my sister likes you that you are so nervous, stepping down and helping you up, you need to be so cruel, your legs are broken..." The young man who walked in softly muttered in a low voice.

That sound was as small as the sound of mosquitoes and flies, not to mention Lang Ye who was more than ten meters away, even Feng Yan behind him could not be heard clearly, only a faint buzzing sound.

But I don't know it's people talking.

"Is something wrong?"

Lang Ye didn't look back, didn't turn around, he held a handful of rice stalks tightly, "Shut!" In an instant, hundreds of rice stalks that he held tightly in his hands left the rice roots and rice fields, and the rice stalks lay quietly in his big hands.

"I go!"

"The speed is too fast, I can't see clearly!"

"Brother-in-law, cut so much!"

Looking at the piles of rice that had piled up in front of him like small hills, Lang Bei's eyes were so big that they were about to fall out, his mouth was dumbfounded and he couldn't believe it.

Sure enough, there are differences between people, but can it not be so obvious, so straightforward, so bright and blind?

After their golden rice ears are cut, they are all piled up in small piles, and the golden rice ears cut by Langye are not only piled up in small piles, but also piled up into "small hills!"

"Brother-in-law, you are so powerful, you cut so much and so fast, how do you do it, teach me~" Lang Bei stepped forward and asked with a shameless smile.

"歘, 歘, 歘!"

In less than a moment, the three swords fell.

Lang Ye, who was silent and silent, proved his flying speed with actions, and his cold and proud figure was instantly handsome and cool!

Just stare blankly at the two teenagers behind!
Look at the smooth and flowing movements, such a quick hand, such a swiftness, they admit that they are envious, but they can only envy and envy.

They can't learn, can't do it...

"Feng Yan, I think we seem to be going in the wrong direction, we have come to the wrong place, we should go in the direction of my sister."

"Well, that's right." Feng Yan complied in a serious manner.

"You guys, are you done?"

Hearing that the two people behind were going to disturb Wen Yue, Lang Ye clenched a handful of rice stalks, and immediately let go, his handsome face sank slightly, and his cold and indifferent voice implied unswerving.

"No, it's not finished yet..." Lang Bei whispered nervously, his voice trembling.

"Brother-in-law, since my sister knew the golden rice grain before, and the method of harvesting rice was also provided by my sister, then she must also know a more convenient and faster method."

"Why don't we go see her?"

"Look?" With a cold voice, Lang Ye turned around holding the sickle.

The stern face was still expressionless, but the deep and sharp eyes were as cold as a snowy winter ice cave, as cold as a sharp sword, making people afraid to look directly at them.

(End of this chapter)