Chapter 144 Mr. Grass

Yang Zhiyun looked ahead and saw a green man running wildly in front of him riding a strange thing, humming the strange and unpleasant song. When the man rode a mount and ran closer, Yang Zhiyun was shocked when he saw it again. What the hell!

This green person, no, no, no, this part is not a person, but... It looks a little like a ball of green grass tied together, without a body. A big cake's face is crooked and grinning, forming a big awkward character. There are arms on both sides of the eyes, and the arms are also the same as a small bundle of grass, holding a A small axe, and there is a yellow leaf on its head like a hat. As for what it rides, Yang Zhiyun recognizes it. It is an alpaca, that is, the legendary grass mud horse.

This strange person saw Yang Zhiyun and slightly changed his direction and ran towards Yang Zhiyun.

Yang Zhiyun still doesn't know what this damn thing is, but he is ready to escape. It would be a tragedy if he meets an unreasonable and profound person like Li Sanfeng.

The appearance of the grass mud horse is very funny, with an embarrassed face, and a strange thing riding a more embarrassing face on it. Even Yang Zhiyun, who was on guard, couldn't help laughing. The strange guy riding the grass mud horse slowly put down his speed. It didn't look like there any malice. A strange guy like a grass rode on a grass mud horse and looked at Yang Zhiyun. He asked, "Friends who have never been masked, do you need any help?"

Yang Zhiyun was stunned and didn't expect to say that, but he shook his head cautiously and said, "No, I just want myself."

This strange thing immediately covered his chest and sang, "Don't refuse my kindness. I'm the closest person in the world. I love him and love everyone. I'm the haystres of the mad grass clan, my friend!" The voice was loud but the tone was simply in Yang Zhiyun's ears. Yang Zhiyun covered his ears and said, "Okay, okay, I'll ask the way. Don't sing!"

The haystrate was embarrassed and couldn't see other expressions. He held his hands and said, "If you have any questions, just ask!"

Yang Zhiyun frowned and said to himself, "Why are Youzhou all strange people? Forget Li Sanfeng. This is too strange." However, he said, "When I ask the way, I have to know why you are helping me, right? Isn't it a little inexplicable?

The haystitch stack is like the grass. No, the grass wipes its face and says, "We are the mad grass clan from Malegobi. I am a collector in the clan. Our mad grass clan is the most hospitable race in the world and likes to help others the most. We believe in the goddess Fengyao. She brings us the hope of life. She told us To help all those who need help, luck will come to us.

Feng Yao? Yang Zhiyun didn't know whether he was ignorant or set up by the game. Anyway, he had never heard of this person, so he couldn't help asking, "Who is Feng Yao?"

The haystole was a little unhappy to shake the small axe in his hand angrily, but this axe is too small and not as big as Yang Zhiyun's palm. It really doesn't seem to be a threat. The haystoleum said, "Lord God is the princess sitting on the fairy. Don't you even know this?"

Yang Zhiyun smiled awkwardly and said, "Hehe, I haven't been practicing for a long time. It's no wonder that I have a shallow knowledge." Feeling that there is indeed no malice in this haystling, and the people, er, and the grass also looks very kind and funny. Yang Zhiyun's vigilance also relaxed and asked, "Gras hay stack, do you know how to get to Wangchuan?"

The two shackles blinked and asked, "What are you doing in Wangchuan?"

Yang Zhiyun pretended to be mysterious and said, "Secret."

The haystling didn't ask much and honestly said, "Go straight along this road. If you walk faster, you will be there in about two hours."

Two hours? Yang Zhiyun has been online for 3 hours. He has been quarreling with Li Sanfeng for a long time and has spent most of his time on the road. Now he still has to walk for 4 hours? Did you spend all your time on the road tonight? Where's the trick!

But the haystrate suddenly said, "I can take you there if you want."

Yang Zhiyun became a little wary when he said this. What's the devil's crazy grass thinking? He asked quietly, "Oh? That's good, but will it be inconvenient? Are you going there, too?"

The haystrate wiped his nose and said, "That's not it. I'm going to the flower field, not far from Wangchuan."

Flower field? Yang Zhiyun took out the map and looked at it. There is indeed a piece of land to the north of Wangchuan, which is a flower field, but the area is very small. Yang Zhiyun wondered, "What are you doing there?"

Yang Zhiyun is indeed a little talkative, but there is nothing he can do. After the second turn, his life is very dangerous when his strength is not absolutely guaranteed. It's better to be vigilant. However, this haystule seems to have a bad temper. If you have a question, you must answer it. If it's someone else, help you can still ask questions. Love Accept it or not!

The haystling looked at the grass mud horse lying on the ground next to him and said, "This is my good friend grass mud horse. Every member of our mad grass clan will have a companion grass mud horse. The grass mud horse is driven by us. We can do a lot of things, but we are also responsible for the grass mud horse diet. The grass mud horse only eats the "sleeping grass" produced in the flower field. Every once in a while, we will go to the flower field to collect lying grass and go back. Come on, grass and say hello to this friend.

The grass mud horse seemed to understand the words of the grass pile. He grinned at Yang Zhiyun, revealing four big yellow teeth, and a embled face like a fold. Yang Zhiyun looked at a black line and stattering, "Hello, grass mud horse." After saying this, the three black bars on Yang Zhiyun's head suddenly turned into five bars. After all, this was designed by the divine programmer. I guess you can only say hello to people of this race like this, otherwise you will go to hell if others don't beat you to death!

The haystack affectionately hugged the "slim" neck of the grass mud horse and rubbed it on the beige fur, making a **, swinging sound. Yang Zhiyun covered his face and thought about whether to follow the two, but it was not suitable to spend the whole night on the road. It's better to endure humiliation and bear the heavy burden first.

The haystrate waved a small axe to command the grass mud horse to sit on the ground. The grass mud horse was very obedient. He immediately lay on the ground and let the grass pile sit on it. The grass mud horse is not big, but the haystound is also very small, not as long as Yang Zhiyun's waist, and it can barely squeeze it.

The grass mud horse stood up and trembled. It seemed to be a little uncomfortable with the weight of the two people. Yang Zhiyun was still a little worried about whether he could not afford it, but this idea soon disappeared. I didn't pay attention to it when I watched it just now. Now Yang Zhiyun is sitting on it, and the haystling commands the grass mud horse to run up Yang Zhi. Only then did Yun know that this grass mud horse used to jump and jump. He was used to the haystuff, but it was bitter for Yang Zhiyun. It turned out that the bones on the back of the grass mud horse were very hard and protruding. The most hateful thing was that there was no saddle on the grass mud horse. Of course, the haystuff was not human. There was a little brother under Yang Zhiyun. Yang Zhiyun, who bumped into him, was so painful! It's still a real egg pain!

But the more speechless thing is still behind. I only heard the haystrate driving the grass mud horse and shouting:

In the desolate and beautiful Malgobi

There is a group of grass mud horses,

They are lively and smart,

They are naughty and sensitive,

They live freely in the grass, mud magobi,

They tenaciously overcome the difficult environment.

Oh, damn grass, mud horse!

Oh, crazy grass, mud horse!

They defeated the river crabs in order not to be eaten by lying on the grass,

River crabs have disappeared from now on, mud horse Gobi

Yang Zhiyunzhi felt that his eggs were about to break, but don't let others see the current situation, otherwise it would be really shameless. However, the haystole didn't seem to feel any shame about it. He sang happily, and the grass mud horse also jumped more happily, making his hard back bone. They had close contact with Yang Zhiyun's balls, but they didn't pay attention to the morality. Yang Zhiyun, who was sitting behind him, had foamed at the mouth, and both eyes began to roll their eyes.

Yang Zhiyun is carrying out a painful journey in Youzhou, and Tang Meng is also carrying out this sad practice.