Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton-Chapter 1663 - 1224: This thing is actually called spit melon?

Chapter 1663: Chapter 1224: This thing is actually called spit melon?

This thing is actually alive, but that’s not surprising. Originally, Ange watered and fertilized it, so being alive is normal. But living to the point of having autonomous consciousness has everyone very surprised.

A withered little grass emerged from the edge of the badge, with two curled, dry leaves hugging the main stem, saying painfully: "Just say what you need, why hit me."

The Little Sapling ’angrily’ went, "Yaya yaya—"

Negris tried to translate: "Call you, not listening, hit? Little Sapling is a bit fierce."

"You’re not my God of Tree, I don’t have to listen to you." The withered little grass said gloomily.

The Little Sapling lifted its foot and stomped again.

"Listen listen listen, I’ll listen to you, don’t hit me." The withered little grass immediately twisted into a painful posture.

Only then did the Little Sapling let go proudly, with True Leaf akimbo, its legs extended, making it taller than Ange, and with one stride, it stood on Ange’s head.

The shriveled little grass seemed to resign to its fate too, curling up weakly.

Anthony leaned forward to ask: "What are you?"

Originally, this question would be better directed at the Little Sapling, but considering the expression ability of the Little Sapling, it’s easier to ask this grass directly; at least it has sufficient language ability.

"I’m a little grass." The withered little grass replied inexplicably, swaying as it spoke, showcasing its identity as a little grass.

"Oh my, then why are you growing here? Shouldn’t little grass grow on the grassland? I’m going to pluck you right now." Anthony was too experienced to deal with this type of situation; a grass that cried after getting beaten and still dares to have a sharp tongue? Believe it or not, I’ll pluck you.

"...Don’t pluck, I’m a Spit melon, you’re inside my body." The withered little grass said weakly.

"Pfft, Spit melon? Melon? This olive core-like thing is a melon?" Anthony didn’t speak; Negris couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

"What’s so funny? Don’t you have three mouths too?" The withered little grass retorted irritably.

"Pfft—three mouths? I..." Negris was momentarily speechless, realizing that the Spit melon was not wrong; there indeed were three ’mouths’ within their body, three different consciousnesses.

Anthony chuckled and said, "You don’t have to heed them, they’re just spectators. You answered well, do you need a reward? Here."

As Anthony spoke, he took out a bottle of Insect Ash Liquid.

The previously sickly grass couldn’t help but straighten its stem, but soon pretended to dislike it and said: "So little? Alright, a little is fine."

Anthony opened the bottle and dropped a drip onto the little grass, then quickly capped the bottle.

"Hey, you..." The grass called out urgently: "All, all of it is already quite little, just this small amount, I’ll wither and die."

It thought the entire bottle was for it.

Anthony shook the bottle with a chuckle, asking: "What’s your function? Answer seriously, and I’ll give you another reward."

The little grass raised its head, sweeping disdainfully over Anthony several times, then glanced at its originally curled and yellowing but now slightly stretched out arm after getting the Insect Ash Liquid, yielding and said: "I can spit things, I’m a Spit melon."

"What can you spit? Spit seeds? I am a Giant Dragon, and I can spit fire." Negris said irritably.

"I can spit compressed space, you stand here, I can spit you to the center of the Boundless Space Hole, letting you starve to death." The grass said angrily, how come within the same body, one of the mouths is so annoying?

Everyone couldn’t help but perk up; spit compressed space? Although it doesn’t sound particularly special, being able to spit to the center of the Boundless Space Hole?

"Do you know how far the center of the Boundless Space Hole is from here?" Anthony tentatively asked.

The little grass tilted its head, silently spreading out its leaves, akin to opening a palm.

Anthony quickly unscrewed the bottle cap and dropped another drip of Insect Ash Liquid on it.

"I don’t know how far, but it shouldn’t be further than where I came from." The grass said.

Anthony naturally dropped another drop of Insect Ash Liquid, then asked: "Where did you come from?"

The grass looked up at the sky, then said: "You can’t see outside from here. Where is this place? I came from another God Star."

Anthony handed over body control to Negris: "Lord Nage, the coordinate system diagram is too complex, I can’t remember it. You take over."

Negris took over the body without reluctance, then displayed the coordinate diagram, and Anthony said: "The red dot is our location, which God Star did you come from?"

The grass spread its palm, looking up at the sky.

Currently controlling the body is Negris, who can’t stand this annoying Spit melon. He really wants to pluck it directly, but ultimately, under Anthony’s persuasion, begrudgingly dripped one drop of Insect Ash Liquid.

Having received its reward, the grass then pointed out its originating place on the coordinate system, which turned out to be Gemez Fortress.

"So that’s where you came from. Does your place have a name? What do you call this place?" Anthony asked, simultaneously taking back body control, dropping another drop of Insect Ash Liquid.

Negris disliked this method of rewarding with one drop per answer that smelled of negotiation, but for Anthony, one drop of Insect Ash Liquid for one answer was a huge bargain, wasn’t it?

Ange fertilized with bottles, even buckets, and now just one drop could fetch an answer; this bottle at least has hundreds of drops, enough to question the grass till it produces seeds.

So it’s still up to him, just in case Negris gets angry and stomps it down.

"God Star has no name." The grass naturally replied.

This is evidently a truth of the void, why do these people still ask? Could it be they don’t know? The grass grumbled inwardly.

Anthony hurriedly dropped another drip, continuing to ask: "Did you get spit here from that place?"

"Yes, I got spit here." The grass answered.

"Spit?" Anthony immediately caught the difference in the grass’s words; ’spit here’ and ’got spit here’ were entirely different meanings: "Who spit you here?"

"My mother plant." The grass began to unfurl its leaves, after having so much Insect Ash Liquid dripped on it, it was finally no longer yellowed, with some green showing through the stems and leaves, the leaves no longer curled together.

"Mother plant of Spit melon? Or another Tree of Ten Thousand Realms?" Anthony asked.

"Mother plant, the God of Tree doesn’t spit things." The grass said.

Having asked this far, Anthony had roughly clarified a network, but still hadn’t understood the most crucial question: "If you got spat here by your mother plant, why do you have a badge from the Fie Lie family inside you?"

The grass pointed to the badge on the ground, asking: "Do you mean this? Fie Lie family? Incorrect, it belongs to a being called a Chaos Skull named Fei Lie who came with me. How could a skull have a family if it doesn’t reproduce?"

"Skull? Fei Lie is a Chaos Skull?!" Everyone cried out involuntarily.

Just at that moment, the badge on the ground suddenly lit up, the entire inside of the ’melon’ began to swell, and they saw that at the entrance, layer upon layer of space continuously got sucked inside.

Yes, space, space was actually being sucked into this thing called a ’Spit melon’, Kvada, something that could absorb and compress space, and yet, it’s called a Spit melon?

Meanwhile, a familiar voice emerged from the badge: "Unlimited Space Hammer, heed my call, come to my side, King Fei Lie!"

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