I Own a Garden with One Hundred Herbs

When the blizzard hit, Auntie's Baicao Shi was extremely weak. But she still remembered that there was a special tent that was previously applied for by the system in the space.

Don't use it at this time, do you still have to wait until you go to the kingdom of heaven?

"Shinichi, help me!"

Before the tent is opened, the strong wind will blow it away.

"Fu Bao, Meng Bao, each corner!"

With the wind and snow in his mouth, it was very difficult to speak. But animals are psychic. The two wolves held down one corner each, and the two horses each held a corner, and Shinichi was responsible for fixing it. Humans and beasts worked together around Baicaoshi, and soon a camouflage flower rose on the snow field.

This is a three-person tent specially made by the system, which is more than enough for two people. The two wolves turned into wolf-shaped pillows again, clinging to Baicaoshi for warmth. And really on the first floor, guarding the entrance of the tent.

It snowed all night and finally stopped.

The snow was ankle deep. If it wasn't for the strong wind, it would have blown away a lot, and it would have been even deeper.

Those who can survive the blizzard are undoubtedly the best of the best.

The next step is the process of the jungle.

Five or six big men in a caravan, each wearing a thick cloak, stood in front of the camouflage tent.

"Ahem, hand over the tent, and spare your lives."

Shinichiro held the sword and walked out with sharp eyes. "If you want a tent, ask about my sword first."

His voice was hoarse and hoarse, but he was not soft in the slightest when he raised his sword.

Swipe, swipe, and the head falls to the ground.

There is a first wave, there is a second wave, and there is a third wave.

Baicaoshi was in a trance. She had never experienced it personally, but she had heard Tie Lanxin say that back then in Boyang City, a man on the first floor was in charge of the gate. It's on him.

She resisted the abdominal pain and weakness, and said to the two wolves, "Hey, Fubao, go and help him."

In front of me are a few indigenous people, who came to play Baicaoshi's idea for the tent to keep warm.

Before Zhen Yilou could make a move, two figures jumped out of the tent, as fast as lightning, one bite at a time, tearing off several pieces of the person's arm in a daze.

Not only that, Fubao howled, and the distant snow field actually formed the sound of wolf howling one after another.

The snowy wolf king is out, who dares to be presumptuous?

Don't say it, there really is.

Han Zicen.

It's just that this young shopkeeper, who was unrestrained and unrestrained before, is no different from a down-and-out son now, with unkempt hair and messy clothes. His lips were chapped and his voice was hoarse.

"Miss Bai, you are a hero. I, Mr. Han, can't see a hero. Do you have extra heating items? Let us share some, and we can pay for it."

This will make things worse.

Soon, several quilts and padded jackets were thrown out from the camouflage cloak.

Han Zicen was overjoyed, and ran away with the few remaining subordinates hugging the quilt. After running 30 meters away, it was neither too close nor too far away, leaving enough space and still within its protection range.

This is the correct posture for hugging the thigh.

However, one wave is not flat, and another wave rises again. This time the caravan was completely different from the previous caravan. They were not so embarrassed, they were dressed in dark blue and red costumes, but covered their heads with mug fences, and everyone had an arrogant attitude.

"We are the messengers of the God of the Conch, and the God of the Conch will deliver the news to you. Hand over the caterpillar fungus, tents, and quilts, and the God of the Conch will bless you; otherwise, on behalf of the God of the Conch, we will judge you .”

Play tricks!

Baicaoshi couldn't live in peace all morning, and it was already unbearable, so she rushed out of the tent under the quilt, "Is the god of fish and conch just so shameless and skinny to steal people's things? Is the god of fish and conch too cheap, or are you too cheap?" Shameless?"

The snail messenger's face turned pale from choking, and a fierce look flashed in his eyes.

"I know you are quite capable, and I still want to recruit you to join the club, but since you don't eat fine wine after toasting, don't blame us for being rude."

As he spoke, his hands shook, and the medicine shovel in his hand attacked Baicaoshi.

"Let me do it!" Shinichi continued forward.

After all, Baicao could not bear it.

He had been exhausted all morning and had no time to rest, and he didn't even drink his saliva.

"Young man, I can," she said.

Shinichi was worried, lest she be careless and follow other people's ways.

Herborist blinked, "I attach importance to it strategically and despise it tactically, lest they get too complacent."

These two people were chattering, and in the eyes of the messengers, it was intolerable. He had already used ten percent of his strength, and he only wanted to kill him with one blow.

After all, Baicaoshi is different today. At the critical moment, he flicked and moved, writhing among several messengers like a fish in water. In the blink of an eye, there were more than ten rounds.

The messenger lost his patience when he saw that he could not attack for a long time. Suddenly several people took off the long bamboo tube behind them at the same time, opened the lid, and poured dense scorpions and centipedes from it.

In the novels Baicaoshi read in her previous life, whether it was about martial arts or tomb robbers, it was said that southern Xinjiang was rich in five poisons and was very domineering. Geographically, Yunzhao is very similar to Southern Xinjiang.

"Shinichi, here comes Huozhezi." Herborist shouted loudly, raising her sword and slashing at the centipede. Centipedes are fearless, and if one falls, there will be countless more. The two wolves also rushed into the poisonous insects and crushed them with their claws.

Shinichi's torch was thrown directly into the poison. There is nothing in this world that is not afraid of fire.

However, something weird happened. Now obviously many poisonous insects died, but one of the messengers grabbed a handful of Cordyceps sinensis from his pocket and threw them in front of the scorpions and centipedes. Those centipedes and scorpions were addicted to biting the caterpillars, and became alive at a speed visible to the naked eye. Even the attack became more violent.

At the same time, the messengers began to mutter.

Baicaoshi couldn't understand what he was reading, it was like the most powerful spell in the world.

Facing the poison with twice the fighting power, Baicaoshi's intensive phobia came up, and coupled with the impact of abdominal pain, double images appeared in front of her eyes. In desperation, she threw out her own poison, trying to fight poison with poison.

"Hahaha, even if you hand over the tent and the caterpillar fungus, it won't help. After you go underground, I will treat your spoils well."

Baicaoshi has already stepped back, shoulder to shoulder with Zhen Yilou.

"Shishi, are you afraid?"

"Not afraid."

"Okay, I'll escort you out first."

His long sword danced airtightly, and he attacked the poison that had been fed with Cordyceps sinensis. The corpses of centipedes and scorpions were everywhere, but they kept attacking.

If things go on like this, Baicaoshi and Zhenyilou must be exhausted and die tragically among these poisonous insects.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred.

The clucking sound of the rooster came from a distance, with the aura of deterring all poisonous insects. Those poisonous insects seemed to have encountered a natural coercion, their souls trembled, and they hesitated.

Accompanied by the crowing of the rooster, a figure passed by like a whirlwind, raising a sword in his hand and falling, and the heads of several messengers fell to the ground one after another. Oh no, there was another one, but a sword was on his neck.

"Stop your bullshit spells."

The poisonous insects without the blessing of the spell receded like a tide.

Baicaoshi blinked, then blinked again, and saw the person who came, covered in snow, bloodshot eyes, and torn cloak with ashes, but none of this concealed his majestic appearance.

Isn't it Zhe Yu that she thinks about day and night?

"Yubao!" Baicaoshi rushed over like a suckling swallow.

Zhe Yu slashed the messenger with a knife with one hand, and raised the cloak with the other hand, covering Baicaoshi inside. Then his kiss fell down.