God-Level Brat System - Chapter 1351
[Chapter 1351 Blood-crying Cold Bamboo]
“Eat…eat?”
Li Rufeng was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then he shuddered unconsciously.
He thought of the scene he had just seen, where the ancestor of the Ye family and this strange beast called Lao Tie were hanging on the wall and eating a lot.
Could it be that the ancestor of the Ye family wanted to eat…
“Ancestor, what…what do you want to eat?”
However, Li Rufeng thought so, but he still asked respectfully.
There was no way, who told him that the child in front of him was a member of the Ye family, and the terrifying ancestor of the Ye family? Not
to mention him, Li Rufeng, even if all the families in the world were tied together, they would not be as precious as his little finger.
“This baby wants to eat…no, Lao Tie wants to eat the bamboo in front!”
Ye Meng heard this, his eyes turned, and he stretched out his little finger to point to a bamboo forest not far ahead and said.
After hearing this, Li Rufeng followed Ye Meng’s finger and looked over. When he saw it, he was stunned.
The bamboo forest in front is not an ordinary thing. It is the blood-crying cold bamboo that their Li family has carefully cultivated.
In the myriad worlds, the blood-crying cold bamboo can be regarded as a rare treasure of heaven and earth.
This thing can be used as medicine, as a medicine for the blood-crying demon-breaking pill, and can also be refined into the top-level spiritual treasure Yingshan Blood-crying Flute.
Although the Li family has a deep foundation, they will not be interested in these functions of the blood-crying bamboo, and they treat it purely as an ornamental object.
But even as an ornamental object, this blood-crying bamboo has great value. The
blood-crying bamboo is naturally cold. After planting a plant in the courtyard, it can make the entire courtyard warm in winter and cool in summer. It is amazing.
Now, the ancestor of the Ye family actually wants to eat the blood-crying cold bamboo, which naturally makes Li Rufeng feel dumbfounded.
After all, the blood-crying cold bamboo is a natural treasure of heaven and earth, and he has never heard of anyone eating it raw like this.
“I don’t care, just this bamboo!”
Seeing Li Rufeng’s confused look, Ye Meng grinded his little tiger teeth and said in a baby voice.
The next moment, he turned his head and called out to the giant panda.
“Old Iron, let’s go eat something good!”
The giant panda, who was originally pouting and feeling aggrieved, suddenly widened his eyes after hearing this.
Immediately, it hummed, twisted its bulging body, and jumped forward.
The man and the beast ran forward and appeared in front of the bamboo forest in the blink of an eye.
Li Rufeng, who was standing aside, had no time to react at all, and saw that the ancestor of the Ye family and Old Iron had already started to chew the blood-crying cold bamboo with cheers.
Crunch, crunch!
Crunch, crunch!
The chewing sounds of Ye Meng and the giant panda were heard instantly, and people’s teeth were sour.
Li Rufeng stared in amazement, and the man and the beast, like locusts, ate a blood-crying cold bamboo clean in a few bites.
Immediately, he secretly complained in his heart.
“If they continue to eat at this rate, I’m afraid the Blood-Crying Cold Bamboo left by our grandfather will not be preserved!”
Although the Blood-Crying Cold Bamboo is not a precious thing for the Li family, it can keep the entire Li family manor warm in winter and cool in summer, making it spring-like all year round.
Therefore, Li Rufeng naturally did not want such a practical thing to disappear in the Li family manor.
“Forget it, the ancestor of the Ye family is not someone I can afford to offend. I only hope that he can show mercy and leave a seed of the Blood-Crying Cold Bamboo for my Li family!”
With his mind moved, Li Rufeng walked towards the bamboo forest trembling.
But before he reached the edge of the bamboo forest, he suddenly heard Ye Meng’s voice.
“Don’t come over!”
(End of this chapter)
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