Chapter 1190: This Thing Is Actually Called a Spray Melon?

This thing is actually alive. However, it's not strange. It was originally farmed out by Ang watering and fertilizing it. It's normal for it to be alive, but it's very surprising that it's alive to the point of possessing self-consciousness.

A withered yellow small grass emerged from the edge of the emblem, two curled withered leaves hugging the main stem, painfully saying: "If you have something to say, just say it. Why hit me?"

The small sapling was *fierce* *ya-ya-ya*—

Negris tried to translate: "Calling you, not listening, hit? The small sapling is a bit fierce, oh."

"You are not my Tree God, I can not listen to you." The withered yellow small grass responded gloomily.

The small sapling raised its foot and stomped again.

"Listen, listen, listen, listen to you, don't hit." The withered yellow small grass immediately showed a distorted action and said painfully.

Only then did the small sapling proudly let go of it, true leaves akimbo, both feet stretched long, supporting it to be taller than Ang, and with one step, it stood on Ang's head.

The withered yellow small grass also seemed to have accepted its fate, curling up there listlessly.

Anthony leaned closer and asked: "What are you?"

Originally, this question should be better asked to the small sapling, but with the small sapling's expression ability, it's not as easy to ask this grass directly. At least it has enough language ability.

"I am a small grass." The withered yellow small grass responded inexplicably, and while speaking, it swayed, showing its identity as a small grass.

"Yo ya, then why do you grow here? Shouldn't small grass grow on the grass? I'll pull you out now." Anthony had too much experience in dealing with this kind of situation. You, a grass that was beaten to tears, still dare to play tricks? Believe it or not, I'll pull you out.

"... Don't pull, I am a spray melon, you are in my body." The withered yellow small grass said weakly.

"Pfft, spray melon? Melon? Is this thing like an olive pit a melon?" Anthony didn't speak, Negris had already laughed out loud.

"What's so funny? Don't you also have three mouths?" The withered yellow small grass responded irritably.

"Pfft—three mouths? I..." After Negris reacted, it was speechless. The spray melon seemed to be right. They really had three 'mouths' in this body now, three different consciousnesses.

Anthony smiled and said: "You don't need to ignore it, it's just listening. You answered very well. Do you need a reward? This."

Anthony said while taking out a bottle of insect ash liquid.

The originally sickly small grass couldn't help but straighten its stem, but immediately it pretended to be disgusted and said: "So little? Alright, a little less is a little less."

Anthony opened the bottle, dripped a drop on the small grass, and then quickly covered the bottle.

"Hey, you..." The small grass shouted anxiously: "All, all have already been very little, just this little bit, I will wither to death."

It thought the whole bottle was for it.

Anthony shook the bottle with a *hehe* and asked: "What function do you have? Answer seriously, and I will give you a reward."

The small grass raised its head, consciousness scanning Anthony disgustedly. After a few times, it looked at its own originally curled and yellowed, but stretched a little after dripping insect ash liquid, arms. It still surrendered and said: "I can spray things, I am a spray melon."

"What can you spray? Spray melon seeds? I am a giant dragon, I can even spray fire." Negris said irritably.

"I can spray compressed space. You stand here, I can spray you to the center of the Boundless Great Void, letting you starve to death." The small grass said angrily. How come there is such an annoying mouth in the same body?

Everyone couldn't help but feel refreshed. Spray compressed space? Although it sounds not rare, but can spray to the center of the Boundless Great Void?

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

The small grass tilted its head, silent, spreading its leaves, just like opening its palm.

Anthony hurriedly unscrewed the bottle cap and dripped another drop of insect ash liquid on it.

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

Anthony automatically dripped another drop down and asked: "Where did you come from?"

The small grass raised its head to look at the sky, and then said: "You can't see the outside here. Where is this? I came from another God Star."

Anthony handed the body control to Negris: "Lord Negris, the coordinate system map is too complicated, I can't remember it, you come and set it up."

Negris took over the body without hesitation, and then presented the coordinate system map, and then Anthony said: "The red dot is our position, which God Star did you come from?"

The small grass spread its palm, raising its head to look at the sky.

Now the one controlling the body is Negris. It really doesn't like this stinky spray melon. It really wants to pull it up directly, but finally, under Anthony's persuasion, it dripped a drop of insect ash liquid unwillingly.

Getting the reward, the small grass then pointed out the place it came from on the coordinate system map, which was exactly Ge Mai Zi Bao.

"Sure enough, it's here. Does the place you came from have a name? What do you call this place?" Anthony asked, while taking back the body control, and dripped another drop to it.

Negris doesn't like this kind of rewarding one drop for one sentence, full of transaction-flavored behavior. But for Anthony, one drop of insect ash liquid for one question is a huge profit, okay?

Ang pours a bottle or even a bucket of insect ash liquid when fertilizing. Now he can exchange one drop for an answer. This bottle of insect ash liquid has at least several hundred drops, enough to ask this grass until it bears grass seeds.

So let him do it. In case Negris loses his temper and steps on it, it will be troublesome.

"God Star has no name." The small grass said as a matter of course.

This is clearly the truth of the void, why do these people still ask? Don't they know? The small grass muttered in its heart.

Anthony hurriedly dripped another drop down and continued to ask: "Were you sprayed from here?"

"Yes, I was sprayed from here." The small grass responded.

"By?" Anthony immediately heard the difference in the small grass's sentence. 'Sprayed over' and 'being sprayed over' are completely different meanings: "By whom sprayed over?"

"My mother plant." The small grass stretched its leaves. With so many insect ash liquids dripped on it, it finally was no longer withered yellow, and some tender green permeated from the stems and leaves, and the leaves were no longer curled together.

"Spray melon's mother plant? Or another World Tree of Ten Thousand Realms?" Anthony asked.

"Mother plant, the Tree God won't spray things." The small grass said.

Asking to this point, Anthony had already roughly sorted out a connection, but there was still one most critical question he didn't understand: "If you were sprayed by the mother plant, why would there be a Feilie family emblem in your body?"

The small grass pointed to the emblem on the ground and asked: "Are you referring to this? Feilie family? No, it belongs to a chaotic skeleton named Feilie who came with me. Skeletons don't give birth to children, how can there be a family?"

"Skeleton? Feilie is a chaotic skeleton?!" Everyone shouted in shock.

Just at this moment, the emblem on the ground suddenly lit up, and the interior of the entire 'melon' began to swell, and then everyone saw the entrance position, layers upon layers of space being constantly sucked in.

Yes, space, space was actually sucked in by this thing called 'spray melon'. Ku Ba Da, this kind of thing that can absorb and compress space is actually called a spray melon?

At the same time, a familiar voice came from the emblem: "Hammer of Infinite Space, listen to me, Feilie King's call, come to my side!" ===== CHAPTER 1191 =====