C1193 Doing His Old Profession
C1193 Doing His Old Profession
There was only one type of person who could kill rats, players.
Newbies who had just come out of Novice Village could not find suitable monsters. They would use Rats as substitutes. Other than that, there was also the life player. Rats were ingredients. After they were made into dishes, they were very popular with the food. There were quite a lot of people who killed Rats.
There were major powers in Blue Flower City and Taishan City. The lives of the players were slightly better. Sky City was the main battlefield of Devil Clan. Players could not appear on a large scale. Indirectly, many Rats' lives were saved.
Dongfang Qingyu definitely wouldn't walk like an idiot. With just a slap of the Wings of the Demon, he could reach a few hundred meters. His speed was as fast as the wind, and in an instant, he had traveled more than ten kilometers. Looking down from the sky, one could see that it was basically the Devil Clan. Most of the dwarves had been killed, and only a few figures could be seen at the edge of the forest. In the areas where the Devil Clan was active more frequently, the dwarves could no longer be seen.
This pitiful race followed the elves, but the elves could not even protect themselves. They had already become cannon fodder.
When they were close to Hundred Thousand Mountains, Dongfang Qingyu started to descend. Finally, he found an area that did not have Devil Clan. He took out a hoe and started working.
He was weeding, reclaiming land, loosening soil, sowing seeds, fertilizing, watering the water, and lighting up his life as a farmer. If the black magic robe on his body did not emit a dark and obscure aura, it would be against the law. In terms of movement, Dongfang Qingyu was very professional. No matter what, he was still a Master Level farmer.
Dongfang Qingyu planted sweet potatoes. In less than ten minutes, green leaves broke out of the ground and rose against the wind, quickly pulling the vines. In a short while, a large patch of soil was covered in green.
In twenty minutes, grass began to grow in the soil, one in the east, one in the west. There were not many of them. Dongfang Qingyu picked up the hoe to weed. He was at his current level. Even if a grass demon appeared, it could instantly kill it, not to mention ordinary weeds. He cut the weeds like rotten wood. The growth rate of the sweet potato increased by 10%.
The long worm started growing in 30 minutes. Dongfang Qingyu quickly eliminated it. The speed at which the sweet potato grew increased by 10% again. He watered the potato and lit it up. He would do it once every five minutes. The growth rate of the sweet potato was like a cheat; it could not be stopped.
Dongfang Qingyu's idea was very simple. He wanted to use the sweet potato to attract the mice. Rats were gluttonous. The food in the living area was so dangerous. If they wanted to steal it and eat it, there would only be more mice in the wild.
What inns, hotels, warehouses? Dongfang Qingyu did not have time to buy them. But he was a farmer. Farmers had the advantage. Farming. In his impression, sweet potatoes were more popular than potatoes. For this, he specially bought sweet potato seeds.
Of course, the prerequisite was that the rat found out.
In less than an hour, the sweet potato had matured and could be harvested. Dongfang Qingyu used a camouflage to hide himself and began to wait for the rabbit.
This method was very passive, but at the moment, Dongfang Qingyu only thought of this method. Waiting time was always especially torturous. When they just entered the game, Dongfang Qingyu was alone. At that time, he felt that everything was fine by himself. But now, after only ten minutes, he felt like a long time had passed.
One hour, two hours, three hours...
The rats did not see a single one, but there were a few wandering Devil Soldier that came, and they were all extinguished by Dongfang Qingyu after venting his anger. Seeing that it was noon, Dongfang Qingyu hesitated for a moment, and then logged off to eat.
As expected, the mice did not discover the sweet potato here for the time being. After all, it was a newly explored land. From discovering to stealing food, it required a certain amount of time. According to the habits of mice that roamed at night, it was more likely to be discovered at night. There was not much use in keeping watch now, so he left first. He might have an unexpected surprise when he returned.
The New Year only happened once every 365 days, so he still had to maintain the least bit of respect for the New Year. Dongfang Qingyu's logging off was undoubtedly the right move. He clearly felt that Cheng Hongluan and the other two girls' expressions eased up when they saw him open the door. When eating at home, it still needed to be the male owner.
Because she did not intend to go out, Huang Yanmei dressed very casually. When Dongfang Qingyu sat down, he clearly saw something he shouldn't have seen. Other than the fabric, there was also more of a woman's pajamas. They were all designed in the direction of the lingerie, sexy and tempting. When Dongfang Qingyu was eating, he paid special attention to it and finally confirmed it. This woman was not wearing lingerie, she was firm and firm.
Suddenly, there was a pain under his feet. Dongfang Qingyu did not dare to lower his head to look. He continued eating as if nothing had happened. Li Hongdou sat on the left. There was no need to think. It must have been Professor Li who found out that he was peeking. When Dongfang Qingyu got up to eat, he glanced at Li Hongdou. Professor Li's expression was the same as usual. There was nothing wrong with it. It was as if the kick just now wasn't stepped on by her.
Cheng Hongluan and Huang Yanmei were talking about the Spring Festival Gala last night. A certain superstar that had not appeared for a long time had gone on stage to perform. After the performance last night, the famous Heavenly Queen Lin Miaoyu sent out a message, saying that this was her last time going on the Spring Festival Gala. The rating of the small School Youth was very high. She would watch it later...
In the afternoon, she watched TV for a while, mainly to watch Lin Miaoyu sing. When he called last night, Lin Miaoyu did not say that she would participate in this year's Spring Festival Gala. After listening to the song, Dongfang Qingyu sneaked into the room. He could not forget his sweet potato.
The place he logged off at was in a tree hole in a towering tree. It was very secretive. When he came out, the surroundings were quiet. Devil Clan was careless and did not expect there to be players in the hole.
The sweet potato leaves had already started to turn yellow. The soil was still intact and there were no traces of digging. Dongfang Qingyu's heart dropped. The rat did not appear.
"Don't tell me there are no mice in this place?" Dongfang Qingyu began to worry about personal gains and losses. The activity only lasted for three days and four nights. It had already wasted a night and half of the day. There were only three nights and two and a half of the day left. If it were all like this... Then this event had nothing to do with him.
Hiding in a secret place, staring at the ground, unblinking. However, no matter how sore his eyes were, he could not see the rat. The birds above his head were chirping, and the wind was blowing. The leaves were rustling. Occasionally, the howls of monsters could be heard from afar. Soon, there was silence. If it was a vacation, this place would be nice, but waiting for the rats... That would be a bad view.
Two hours passed unknowingly. Dongfang Qingyu's legs were numb from sitting. He was hesitating whether he should find a girl to accompany him or talk to her. Small Pudding Guoguo? Tu Tu? She quickly gave up on this idea.
However, Guoguo was definitely also participating in the event. People could not be so selfish. Tu Tu should be at home accompanying her mother and father. It was only three days for the New Year and she could not disturb them.
The sky slowly darkened. The number of wandering Devil Clan increased, but the rats were still nowhere to be seen. Dongfang Qingyu sighed and went offline.