About the story of a brave man being a potato for a thousand years and then the world was destroyed

"Does a potato technically have a belly?" Yayin spread her hands.

"This, uh, seems to make sense," Liu Ji scratched his head, "How about giving it a try?"

"Well, then, let's try it..." Yayin nodded, "This is a one-way barrier, can you let them in directly?"

"Let me try," Liu Ji said, following the feeling of blood connection, he conveyed the idea of ​​summoning them to the potatoes.

At this moment, he could feel that the potato boys seemed to be frightened by him.

It's not surprising, after all, this is the first time he has tried to communicate with the potato brats in this way.

In fact, he should have tried it a long time ago. This method of communication is quite convenient.

"Well, cubs..." Liu Ji asked tentatively, "How about I give you some fertilizer?"

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Not far outside the canyon, Snow found traces of the Tyrant's troops.

Three black-armored generals led the team, a dozen elite warriors, plus more than ten dog teams.

There are no guards, no higher-level generals, no front cavalry, and the overall size can only be considered ordinary...

Snow has seen a lot of teams with this kind of formation. They usually attack small towns with weak city defenses, and this configuration is probably what they are.

but……

If it was just this kind of team that wanted to attack Mill City, it would be a bit wishful thinking. Not to mention other people, the Hunter King alone could probably solve them all.

Moreover, their route was also very strange. It did not look like they were heading towards Mill City, but instead seemed like they were approaching the depths of the canyon.

"Is their target the big guy? That's not right," Snow frowned and thought, "This kind of configuration is not enough to put a gap in people's teeth. Could it be that they are the advance team sent to investigate?"

Or, do they have some other purpose?

Snow thought for a while and decided to follow the team first.

If they are here to deliver it, that's it, but if they want to do something else.

No matter what they want to do specifically, as long as they are not allowed to do it, it will definitely be wrong.

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Facts have proved that it is actually more convenient to let the potatoes handle some things.

After all, plants are always the most picky things in the world.

Dig a hole, dig some soil, count 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, bury the woman and the potatoes together in the ground, and you're all alive.

Although they could also feel on the ground that the woman's power or curse was still in effect, but that power was more like turned into nutrients and directly absorbed by the potatoes.

Poor this dignified front rider, it turned directly into high-end farm organic fertilizer and rotted in the ground.

It's just that the speed of absorption seems a bit slow, and I don't know how long it will take to complete.

Looking at the swaying green sprouts of the potatoes, Liu Ji held his chin and quietly felt the fluctuations of energy in their bodies.

When the Potato Boys absorb power, they don't know whether it is a tax or whether some of it will escape during the absorption process. In short, some of the energy will eventually flow into his own body.

He had felt it last time when these brats were eating alone. After that, he obviously felt that his physical ability had become stronger.

It's the same thing today, but this time the nutrition is much worse than before.

I don’t know what delicious food they found last time.

Liu Ji was in a daze and thinking wildly. Yayin, who had just finished organizing the magic array, came over and squatted next to him.

"Do you think you can kill her like this?" Ya Yin asked.

"I don't know, it should be possible," Liu Ji muttered, "Well, if it can't be removed, uh... wouldn't it become permanent farm manure? Well, it seems not bad? But then, have you never done it before? Have you ever dealt with a front rider?"

"It's a pity, not even once," Yayin sighed, "Actually, I never thought about this problem before. I only found out today that these guys can't be killed without special means."

"Hmm...then I can be called the first person to kill Feng Qi?" Liu Ji touched his chin.

"Ha, it's very possible," Yayin also smiled, "I hope you will continue your efforts and kill a few more in the future."

"It feels like it will be sooner or later," Liu Ji let out a long breath, "The opponent's target is the whole world. As time goes by, we will eventually meet him."

"Well, yes, we will always encounter it," Yayin said, looking a little dazed for some reason, "Just being a front rider is a lot more troublesome than I thought. Fortunately, you are here..."

"Don't worry, I will always be here," Liu Ji said with a smile.

"Huh?" Yayin raised her head and looked at Liu Ji with some surprise.

She opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something, but said nothing, just smiled.

At this moment, Liu Ji just realized that what he said seemed to be a bit...

Well……

My face feels a little hot.

Liu Ji quickly looked away, scratched his cheek, and continued to stare at the potato seedlings in a daze.

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Two hours later, Liu Ji dug the potatoes out of the ground.

Liu Ji looked at the potatoes, then at the skeleton, swallowed, and murmured: "This time, he must be completely dead, right?"

"Well, at least it seems that it won't be resurrected," Yayin also breathed a sigh of relief, "However, these bones are a bit troublesome."

"This bone...well, this is indeed a problem," Liu Ji touched his chin and turned to look at the potatoes.

These brats seem to rely on the skin to eat, and there seems to be no good way to deal with things like bones...

Um……

"How about grinding the bones into bone powder and soaking it in water and using it as fertilizer?" Yayin suggested, "Or do you have any ideas?"

"Soak in water, that might work. As for other methods, let me think about it..." Liu Ji scratched his head.

Suddenly, he felt a flash of inspiration in his mind, and a possibility came to his mind.

He recalled the experiments that the Mass had given him.

Just that experiment where leftover lamb chops were buried in the soil and monsters grew out of them.

Strictly speaking, in this form, is he considered part of the desert?

That……

What would happen if he buried these bones inside his body?

Liu Ji thought of this, looked at Ya Yin, then looked at the bones on the ground, pondered for a moment, and finally decided to give it a try before talking.

Anyway, if you don’t try, it’s useless, and there is no loss.

Imagining the feeling of controlling water flow magic, Liu Ji let his body disperse and turned into a field of loose sand.

Then, under Yayin's shocked and confused gaze, he wrapped the corpse inside his body.

At this time, something magical happened.

The moment it was completely wrapped by him, the bone disappeared out of thin air.

And the aura and magic power related to the tyrant disappeared without a trace in an instant.

"You, what did you do?" Yayin looked at Liu Ji who had returned to human form in surprise.

"This..." Liu Ji scratched his head, "Well, I'm not sure about this either."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but look in one direction.

That was the direction of the desert that was connected to his body.

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Ancient desert city.

A lonely old man was basking in the sun and moon on a couch in the cemetery.

Suddenly, a skeletal giant tens of meters tall rose from the ground outside the city and let out a deafening roar.

"Huh?"

Mass was stunned.

When did something of this level enter the desert? Why didn't he know?

And he's dead? How did you die? I don’t feel like there’s any fighting anywhere? Did he die of thirst? Or...starved to death?

Isn't this too outrageous?

After thinking for a long time, Mass finally came up with a reasonable guess.

Maybe... this unlucky guy fell at the entrance to the desert when he was dying.

Um……

This must be the case...

I guess so……

114. The flag that was set up was removed in the next second.

On the city wall, the hunters had just had a shift change.

Although the old president has been emphasizing to them that the beast tide is terrifying in the later stage, and the early stage is already quite easy, so they should not relax...

But, how should I put it...

The gap with imagination is really big.

At least according to the current schedule, apart from not being able to go out hunting, it seems to be no different from usual times.

We only deal with small and medium-sized monsters every day. Occasionally, large monsters come, and they are led by top hunting teams. There are also city-defending crossbows available, which makes the task much easier than usual.

Even the food and drinks during this period were provided by the guild for free, so my life was quite comfortable.

There is a limit to the amount of alcohol each person can drink per day, which makes the hunters a little uncomfortable.

But this is not a big problem. They like to drink, but they don't drink alcohol. They don't drink any alcohol when they go hunting. Now they only limit the amount they drink. Except for a few old drunkards, most people don't feel anything about it.

It's quite leisurely.

In other words, brothers working the night shift should work harder.

But those who work the night shift are also well-known night owls. Some hunters who are engaged in gathering like to run out late at night. After all, even nocturnal monsters are mostly active at dusk and early morning, and they are not very active at midnight. .

At this time, these collectors and hunters will always bring special night operation equipment to collect things in various dangerous areas.

After returning from work, they would stop by for a night of drinks.

With a biological clock like theirs, working the night shift is perfect.

In short, the hunters really didn't feel any sense of urgency in living like this.

I eat meat, sing songs, drink some wine every day, and use the money I save on meals to get a massage. My life is more nourishing than usual.

Even Bumikak felt idle all day long after being forced to follow the schedule by the president.

You know, normally, he would be running in the wild all day long.

Working five shifts a day is no different to him than having a holiday.

The old president refused to work overtime, and wanted to see how the yellow-haired girl was doing, but every time I went to that alley, it was blocked. I finally got in line once, and before I had time to explain, I went to get a massage in a daze. I don’t know what’s going on with the bed...

As a result, he can only sit in the guild and daze every day.

Compared with the hunters, the logistics craftsmen were much more lively. They had barely finished the city defense crossbows on the city wall before, but now that they had time, they began to enthusiastically improve and transform the city defense crossbows.

Build a new one, replace it with the old one, then transform the old one into a new one and put it back on the wall.

I heard that their ultimate goal is to triple the number of city defense crossbows.

I don’t know who came up with this goal. I’m afraid they have a fear of insufficient firepower or something.