"Hey, hey, hey! Don't even think about getting a taste of the good stuff, kid!"
Like he was bouncing a ball, Fang Mo smacked the other person's little head until it went smack smack smack. "But if you want to eat little pebbles, that might be possible..."
"Get lost!"
Yet in the very next second, the Demon World Person slapped Fang Mo's hand away and said viciously, "If you've got a problem with me, just kill me! Don't even think about making me swallow my anger and do something like that!"
"Then say, 'Guh, kill me,' for me."
Fang Mo said expectantly.
"No!" She violently tossed her head to the side and roared, "Kill me or don't, I don't care!"
"Uh..."
Seeing this short happy drink with such a fierce expression, Fang Mo froze for a moment. After thinking briefly, he quickly spoke again.
"If you really don't like liquid fertilizer, I've also got shit ingots..."
"You..."
The Demon World Person in the flowerpot had no idea what to say. Her adorable little face showed the same pained expression as Wolf Uncle.
"..."
In fact, she was not the only one. Even Seria, who was lying on the ground, was completely dumbfounded.
She raised her head helplessly, looking at Fang Mo one moment and the Demon World Person in the flowerpot the next, her eyes full of confusion.
"Haha, stunned by my exquisite planting techniques, huh?"
Fang Mo, however, had no intention of letting things die down. His face still wore a delighted smile. "Let me tell you, when I traveled elsewhere before, I was a famous farmer across ten villages and eight towns. The Asgard cotton I planted could circle the Nine Realms once if you added it all together."
"But the problem is... I'm a living person, not