MTL - I Became An Acre Of Haunted Land-Chapter 37 Why is there a crocodile again?

Xiao Luming stood up, moved his body, and then took this opportunity to take a sneak peek at the words written on the Yunze notepad next to him from the corner of his eye.

"I would like to turn into a breeze...to blow your face..."

"I would like to rain down...to nourish your thirst..."

"I would like to become a blue bird... and sing for you on the branches..."

"..."

Turning his head silently, Xiao Luming looked at Long Yan's notepad next to him.

"Ah, willow tree!"

"Your figure is so thick!"

"Your branches are so charming!"

"Your gentle whip is the expectation for my growth..."

"Your soft binding is a reward for my stubbornness..."

"..."

Then look at what you wrote.

"Three sleeps without rest, it's autumn."

"The cicada swallows even more in the setting sun of a tree, Zeng Wanbaling bids farewell."

"Xuji is the leaves rolled by the wind, and the sky is desolate."

"Don't fold the long strip lightly, Su Xiaohen and Qian said."

"All wandering, You Yezhang Taike."

"The red board bridge is empty, and the skirts are splashed, and the moon is still in the wind and waning moon."

After watching for a while, Xiao Luming felt that this time the contest of praising the willow tree was completely appropriate.

With his literary talents, he absolutely overwhelmed the other four.

What the **** are those guys writing about?

What turned into a breeze, and what was so thick, he almost burst into laughter when he saw it.

After feeling that no one surpassed him, Xiao Luming sat down again, sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai without panicking.

This time, the corpse king didn't know what was going on in his head, and asked each of the five of them to write an article about praising willow trees. The subject matter is not limited, ancient poems, ancient words, and modern poems. .

Those who write well can rest for half a day, and those who write poorly continue to be hanged from a tree to receive punishment.

For this rare half-day rest time, and to avoid further punishment, the group of them used all their energy.

All kinds of searching, all kinds of thinking.

My head is about to explode.

Seeing the other four scratching their heads in anxiety, Xiao Luming almost laughed out loud.

Fortunately, he majored in swordsmanship, and every move and style is composed of the name of the name of the name. If you pick one from it at random, it is better than what they wrote.

This time he will definitely stand out and enjoy that rare half-day vacation.

Every day you have to plow the land, plant trees, clean up weeds, water, catch insects, and trim willow branches. After the end, you have to be dragged out by that energetic zombie to continue sparring. Who can stand it?

"Boom~!"

The unique motor sound of the motorcycle sounded, and it came rushing with dust all over the sky.

After a while, a beautiful figure wearing mob glasses, Silverstone Bluetooth headsets, and a set of six-leaf clover sports and leisure clothes got out of the car.

To say that Xi Hongshi is a dog's leg is not nonsense.

This guy took the money from them and bought good things. He bought a lot of jewelry, sun hats, casual clothes, and decorations, and gave them all to the corpse king.

As a result, the corpse king's sense of him is getting better and better.

Before, Xi Hongshi lived in a shanty like them, but now he has his own wooden house, which was built by them.

When Xiao Luming saw the clothes on the corpse king, his flesh ached.

Their income is only a few thousand a month, and they managed to save their wives' money by saving money on food and expenses, but they were wiped out in one fell swoop.

That's their hard-earned money!

"Um?"

An emotionless mechanical sound sounded, and the figure had come to the side of them.

"It's been written, it's been written, take a look..."

Xiao Luming jumped up hastily, handed over the notepad he had prepared, and snatched the notepads of several teammates by the way.

Just kidding, the worse his teammates write, the higher his chances.

It’s best not to finish writing, so that he can finish writing alone, and he will be the champion, and there will be no mistakes.

Xiang Ye coldly reached out to take the notepad that Xiao Luming handed over, glanced at Xiao Luming, then opened the notebook and looked down.

Xiao Luming, who handed in the notebook at this time, was still feeling uneasy, just like handing in an exam paper. Although he was full of confidence before, he would still worry about gains and losses after handing in the notebook.

The brain circuit of this zombie king is completely different from that of human beings. Who knows, will she suddenly feel that other people's writing is more suitable for her?

If that's the case, it's over.

Raising his head, Xiao Luming still sneaked a glance at Jiang Xiaocheng, trying to discern some favorable results from Jiang Xiaocheng's expression. Now Jiang Xiaocheng was looking at Long Yan's notepad, which wrote "Ah, Willow! Your figure is so thick" that one.

But it's a pity that Jiang Xiaocheng, who was wearing the worm glasses, still couldn't see a trace of expression on his face, his face was completely motionless, and he didn't even blink his brows.

"..."

"What does it say?"

"What is this writing?"

"What the **** is this?"

"Um?"

"This one looks good..."

"With artistic conception...with literary talent..."

"It's still the wind and the moon, the picture has come out..."

He raised his head and glanced at Xiao Luming again, but he couldn't tell that this guy was still a little level.

As expected of a swordsman, the retro style is easy to come by.

After reading the article written by Xiao Luming again, Xiang Ye felt that this word should be printed out, and then let them stand next to the willow tree and recite it every day.

With praise, the willow tree will grow faster.

"..."

"and many more…"

"Something feels wrong..."

"I seem to have seen this poem somewhere..."

After reading it again, the déjà vu of this poem suddenly appeared, as if I had heard it somewhere before.

But after thinking about it carefully, I didn't think about it, and there was no memory of this word in my mind.

Xiang Ye had no choice but to take out his mobile phone and search for Xiao Luming's poems in the Baidu search bar.

"..."

"..."

"..."

"Snapped!"

With a crisp sound, Xiao Luming howled again.

"Copy the book, right?"

"Snapped!"

"I copied Nalan Xingde, right?"

"Snapped!"

"Pale yellow willow. Yongliu, right?"

"Snapped"

"Others are honest and original, but you, a scholar, dare to copy?"

"Snapped!"

"If I hadn't gotten used to Baidu, I would have almost been fooled by you."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"Stop hitting, stop hitting, don't dare next time, don't dare next time!"

"woo woo woo woo…"

Long Yan, Yunze, Zhuifeng, and Ben Lei looked at each other, looking at Xiao Luming who was being hung up again, puzzled.

He wanted to go forward to dissuade the atrocities of the corpse king, but he didn't dare.

The ghost knows if they will be caught on fire, and they will also be hung up and beaten.

"Roar!"

"Roar!"

"Roar!"

Several different voices suddenly came from afar, interrupting Xiang Ye's actions of torturing Xiao Luming.

But this time, something sounded wrong.

"The voice of that giant crocodile?"

"No, isn't there only one crocodile?"

"Listen to this sound, why does it sound like a few crocodiles?"

"No way? Could it be that the crocodile couldn't beat Jiang Xiaocheng and called some helpers?"

Thinking of this, Xiang Ye became anxious. He couldn't beat a single crocodile. If there were a few more crocodiles, wouldn't it kill him?

After hoisting Xiao Luming and his party up, Xiang Ye jumped onto the motorcycle with a brisk step, stepped on the accelerator, and left towards the crocodile with a sound.

He wanted to see for himself what was going on.