Mix in Douluo to raise plants

The closed door slowly opened, revealing a gap. Fang Mian squinted and carefully observed the outside through the slit. He saw a boy who was slightly stronger than his peers.

"Zhao Meng?"

The man outside was none other than Zhao Meng, a boy who lived in the same courtyard as Fang Mian and could still stay as a preparatory disciple.

Fang Mian closed the door and pondered, what was he doing here and what was his purpose? It looked like he was in some kind of trouble. Should he open it, it would be better to pretend that no one was there. He wasn't very familiar with him anyway.

While Fang Mian was thinking, Zhao Meng from outside slapped the door panel harder, shouting with a slight cry in his voice: "Is Fang Mian there? Is there anyone inside?"

Fang Mian felt sorry for the door that was about to collapse due to the shock. He sighed and shouted.

"Someone is coming, don't knock."

He opened a gap big enough for him to turn out, then quickly went outside, and quickly closed the door. Then he turned around and looked at the visitor with feigned surprise: "Zhao Meng, it's you! Why are you here?"

Zhao Meng originally took a few steps back and raised his arms. Judging from his posture, he seemed to want to use his strong body to knock the door open.

Fang Mian's face darkened, thinking that he would have to replace it with a solid iron door later.

Zhao Meng didn't pay attention to Fang Mian's expression, and probably didn't care. He looked at Fang Mian as if he were a savior. Two tears streamed down his cheeks. He stepped forward and knelt down in front of Fang Mian, grabbing his two crotches. arms, crying.

"Fang Mian, help me, please help me!"

Fang Mian pretended to support him and said in horror: "Don't be like this, get up first."

He didn't want to help this guy now, because the last bit of friendship between the two fell apart with Zhao Meng's kneeling.

There is gold at the man's knees. I still know that Senior Brother Zhang Shuai risked his life by not kneeling down to his master in order not to lose the bet. No one would kneel down to beg for mercy unless it was a last resort. And if so, that would be Big trouble.

Whoever brings trouble to him now is his enemy, this is what Fang Mian thinks.

Especially after Zhao Meng said, "No, I won't get up if you don't agree to help me."

He looked like a gangster, and relying on his strong body, Fang Mian couldn't help him, so he lay on the ground.

Fang Mian stopped pretending when he saw this, let go of the hand holding him, and sneered: "Since you like to kneel, then you can kneel."

With that said, he turned around and pushed the door open to go back.

Behind him, Zhao Meng rushed forward, hugged his thigh, and cried, "No, Fang Mian, you have to help me, you really have to help me, otherwise, I will really be doomed."

Fang Mian twitched his legs and looked around. He was secretly relieved when he saw no one, but his face was ugly. After he couldn't get away, he said in a deep voice: "You asked me to help you, and you also let me know that you want to help." What are you talking about? Get up quickly and lie here. What are you talking about?"

"You really have to help me, really." Zhao Meng wiped away his tears, supported the floor, and raised his hand. He thought Fang Mian would help him, but Fang Mian folded his arms and watched coldly. He didn't mind, neatly. Get up and reach out to push the door open.

Fang Mian stopped him and said bluntly: "If you have anything to say, please tell me quickly."

Zhao Meng looked around nervously and whispered: "I'm in a bit of trouble. I can't let others know. Let's talk about it inside."

As he spoke, he wanted to push the door open. He was as strong as Xiong Zaizai. Fang Mian couldn't stop him and hurriedly said: "My master is taking a nap. If you go in, you will definitely disturb him. How about we go outside?" Let’s go, I know where no one is.”

Hearing that Fang Mian had brought all his masters out, Zhao Meng was so frightened that he retracted his arm, scratched his hair, and said with a smile: "Then... well, it's up to you."

Fang Mian glanced at him, turned around and closed the door, then took him away and walked into the field.

The two passed through two or three fields. Fang Mian was a little distressed when he saw the look on his face with all his thoughts written on it. The last person who saw this look died in his hands not long ago, half a year ago. He also came to beg him for his life in his dream. He really didn't want to recall the past, so he asked angrily: "What's the matter with you? If you have something to say, I'll go back first if it's okay."

With that said, he turned around to leave.

"Oh, no, I have something to do. I have something to do." Zhao Meng quickly stopped him, thinking deeply, as if he was organizing his words. After half a minute of silence, he took a deep breath and said weakly: "That Fang Mian, San It’s time for the Queen of Heaven to take the entrance exam, are you ready?”

Fang Mian frowned and asked, "What, is there any problem?"

Zhao Meng pointed his finger, lowered his head, and glanced up at Fang Mian's face from time to time. Finally, he gritted his teeth and mustered up the courage to say to Fang Mian: "Well, can you ask your master to tell the elder in charge of the assessment, let him Do I just go through, I beg you.”

He knelt down again, not caring about the dirt at all, as if he was used to it, and hugged her tightly, as if he would not let go if Fang Mian didn't agree.

Being hugged again, Fang Mian didn't feel anything. However, he was shocked. He looked down at Zhao Meng and asked, "Aren't you at the seventh level of your innate soul power? What level are you at now!"

Zhao Meng's face turned red. Under Fang Mian's questioning gaze, he reluctantly said: "Level eight...level eight!"

"What!" Fang Mian shouted in disbelief. Before obtaining the soul ring, the soul master's soul power improves very quickly. Even if he uses elementary training methods, as long as he is at least two levels and is diligent and focused. , it is possible to reach level ten within half a year. This is not at all as high as leveling up one level in half a year regardless of hard work and talent.

Fang Mian's eyes gradually dimmed. From the initial shock to a look of disgust, he hated people who were talented but didn't work hard. He had a system and had to get up early every day to go to the farm while others were still awake. Harvest the sun value everywhere.

"Haha, you have been promoted to a level in half a year. Zhao Meng, what are you thinking? Even someone like you wants to pass the sect's assessment. That is simply the biggest insult to those who meditate hard and practice hard." Fang Mian is now She didn't want to give him a good look, and said with full of malice.

Although Zhao Meng is the same age as Fang Mian, he is not a fool. In addition, his status as an orphan makes him more sensible than ordinary twelve-year-old children. He heard the meaning in Fang Mian's tone and said in a panic: "No Fang Mian, I'm just slacking off for a moment. I'm a genius. My innate soul power is level seven. Under normal circumstances, I will definitely pass the test. Just help me once. I will follow your lead in the future. Your words are important to me. Saying that is the only order, please Fang Mian, your master is an elder of the inner sect, it must be just a matter of words, please help me."

Weak tears squeezed out from the corners of Zhao Meng's eyes again, but he still had a strong and powerful appearance. Fang Mian felt aversion to the cold and didn't know what happened to this guy after he left the small courtyard. He turned into With this appearance, his words were also strange, and he could even say the only command.

He thought back to Zhao Meng in the past. He was also a brave and strong-blooded boy. If anyone in the courtyard had a conflict with someone in the outer courtyard, he would always step forward and be the first to help. You must know the differences between orphans. Fighting, but it can be called a fight. They didn't care about each other, they were young, and they didn't strike lightly or hard. They were like two stray wild dogs facing each other, even if they were facing a stick with only a little fleshy foam on it. Bones not only wants to survive, but also does not want to be looked down upon and bullied by others. Even if he is hit with scars all over his body and his head is bloody, he will not shed a single tear, but stares at his opponent with a more fierce gaze.

Zhao Meng, who grew up in such an environment, actually forgot to fight and sank into such a situation, becoming so weak that he would shed tears at will and kneel down to pray as if it were commonplace.

Fang Mian wanted to know what he had gone through to become like this. He was ready to use his example to remind himself, so he asked: "Zhao Meng, how did you become like this? What have you experienced? Tell me I."

Zhao Meng was stunned for a moment and thought for a long time before he understood what Fang Mian said. Then he showed a shy look, which disgusted Fang Mian again. He suppressed the anger of slapping the other person to death and heard something that made him dumbfounded. the result of.

"I'm in love with a girl."

Zhao Meng said coyly. Fang Mian was stunned for a moment when he heard it, and then asked with a suppressed smile: "Zhao Meng, do you know what love is?"

Seeing his appearance, Zhao Meng snorted and said, "I know you, like the older brothers, think that I don't understand what love is, but I really do."

He showed a longing look and muttered to himself and continued: "She has smooth, shiny short hair that only reaches her shoulders, and she always has a cute pink bow on it. Her eyes are very clear, like ice frozen in winter." Likewise, I like the strapless long skirt she often wears best, because at that time, I can see those two white, soft arms, and I always think, it would be great if I could hold them, and There is a very comfortable fragrance around her. Every time I pass by her, I can smell it. Every time I smell it, I feel like I am going to fly. I like when she smiles, she smiles at me. Once, I still clearly remember that she showed eight teeth, so white, so neat, so beautiful, I feel like I got her!"

Fang Mian stared warily at Zhao Meng, who looked like an idiot. Although it was not clear whether he was really poisoned by the poison called love, from his current expression, Fang Mian's eyes seemed to have crossed the river of time and saw someone. The future pervert.

He touched his pocket and retracted his hand in frustration. This was Douluo Continent and he couldn't use his mobile phone to call the police.

"So you became like this because of that girl." Fang Mian coughed twice, pulled back and asked.

It seemed that this was not the first time Zhao Meng told others about this matter. He nodded calmly, shook his head again, looked at Fang Mian and said: "No, how could it be because of her? I just want to see her happy after breakfast every morning. Laugh, I can’t stand her getting hot every afternoon, and I can’t stand her working hard every night to do my homework. How could it be because of her? These are all of my own free will.”

Fang Mian held his forehead and sighed: "This guy is really hopeless."

"So Fang Mian." Zhao Meng hugged Fang Mian's thigh again and cried: "You must help me. If she knew that I didn't even pass the entrance examination, she would definitely alienate me with her talent. I don’t want to not even be able to buy her a morning meal, a fan, and do her homework, so you must help me, please.”

Fang Mian twitched his thigh. He had already sentenced this guy to death in his heart, thinking that it was impossible to save him. Of course he would not agree to it, but his strength was still too weak. This made him a warning, and he planned to do it after he returned. Intensify strength training. Although he will not fight hand-to-hand, the shortcoming of the bucket will always determine how much water to hold.

Fang Mian opened his mouth, with a fierce look in his eyes, intending to scold Zhao Meng to let him go, but at that moment, an arc of electricity flashed in his mind, and a brilliant idea appeared in his mind.

He looked at Zhao Meng who was still crying and begging at his feet, and thought to himself: "This can be regarded as using waste, and besides, he took the initiative to beg me."

Fang Mian softened his tone and said softly: "Zhao Meng, get up, I promise to help you."

"real!"

"Well, get up quickly and I'll give you a foolproof idea."