The girl crossed her legs, leaned forward, and put her hands on her face, like a small boss collecting debts.
Chen Zeshen was not surprised. Jiang Su was extremely fickle, with different things in his mind, words and deeds, but...he had seen them all.
Although the two have known each other for a short time, they can be regarded as "like-minded" in some aspects. They talk about things when they have something to do, and then they start to fight life and death when the talks fall apart.
Snake disease and mental illness, patients meet each other.
Without further ado, he took out a white porcelain and gold-encrusted flowerpot from his storage bag, about the size of his two palms.
The pot is moist and fresh black soil. There is nothing on the soil, no spiritual plants can be seen.
Chen Zeshen held the flowerpot and placed it firmly on the table in front of Jiang Su. Under the flower pot lies the rice paper commonly used by the girl. It is stained with a little ink, which was caused by the shaking of the pen tip when she jumped out of the table.
Jiang Su's fingers tapped on the table involuntarily, and she stretched her neck out of boredom, looking at the white porcelain flowerpot and soil.
"Hey, City Master Chen, your locust tree is dead?"
She didn't need to look closely to know that what was buried inside was the locust tree that attacked her when she entered the city. Her sense of smell had long been perfected beyond ordinary people in order to distinguish medicinal materials.
Besides, Chen Zeshen is a stone-hearted person, so he should have a plug-in similar to the old man with a jade pendant, just like Song Wan'er.
But his brain doesn't need anyone else's advice at all.
Chen Zeshen smiled slightly, without saying a word, and his eyes were clearly indifferent and joking. Jiang Suche could see the bitterness in it.
He is not happy!
If he is not happy, I will be happy! I'm so happy!
"Well...she...doesn't count as dead. Her true body was completely destroyed. The biggest advantage of being a tree demon is that no matter which seed she planted, she can be replanted again."
The man spoke with certainty, and it was obvious that he trusted his dryad follower.
"Oh, so what are you doing to plant trees and find a farmer? Why do you want to come to me?"
Farmers, who usually grow spiritual materials as a profession, are different from ordinary farmers. Farmers can usually cultivate a whole mountain of land by themselves. Raising spiritual materials is their way of cultivation.
"There are specialties in the art. It's useless for you to find me. I can only save those who can breathe."
Of course, only the ones that can breathe can be saved, the ones that can't... are either dead or dead.
Chen Zeshen pushed the potted flower in Jiang Su's direction again.
"I know this, but I also know that Miss Jiang, you love to care for all kinds of spiritual materials. I, Huaiying, have spiritual wisdom, which is different from ordinary plants and trees."
The implication is, this is my treasure. You haven't seen it before, so I want you to take a good look at it.
The girl curled her lips when she heard this, with a familiar sarcasm on her lips. She waved the flower pot away without saying a word.
"boom--"
The white porcelain flower pot broke into pieces and black soil fell to the ground.
Chen Zeshen froze on the spot, watching this scene motionless.
"I told you to go to the farmer, not me, didn't you hear? Do you want to go with the monks just now to cure your deafness?"
"..."
Jiang Su's hands were very fast, and Chen Zeshen's was just one second away from catching the flower pot.
He laughed angrily.
"Jiang Su, you are really cruel."
"You know she is a demon. Not only did you not save her, you also smashed the flower pot. You...why do you spread the reputation of being so compassionate?"
"You're not worthy." Chen Zeshen turned around and squatted down, reaching out and groping in the black soil as if he was looking for the seeds of the locust tree he had planted.
He imprinted these three words on Jiang Su's heart.
"hahahahahahahahahahaha"
"You say I'm not worthy?" The girl's eyes widened with seriousness in them.
"You just knew? I thought you had realized it a long time ago!"
"Since you know that I am unqualified and have no sympathy, then you should hold your little sapling and get out of the foot of the mountain outside my teacher's gate, let alone come to my medical clinic." She slammed her hand on the table. .
For the first time, someone told her that she was bad.
Her smile was gone, and she was clearly a delicate girl of fifteen years old, but she had a sinister look on her face and a pair of sinister eyes.
"Do you think you are any good?"
Jiang Su unleashes her malice unbridled, even if she thinks that everyone is qualified to speak against her, she is not afraid of it, just the notoriety.
But...he, Chen Zeshen, was the one who captured all the slaves in the Middle-earth territory and used human life as the material for formations.
How can I speak for myself?
The man's hands were white and slender, and the black soil under his hands made his knuckles pink and tender.
He said nothing, but kept digging his fingers into the black soil, rubbing back and forth in search of seeds.
Like a child playing in the sand by himself.
His treasures were lost and he had to pick them all up. Everyone in the world deceives others. Only Huaiying worships herself like snow on a branch.
"Why can't I touch it...it's the biggest and roundest one..." He ignored Jiang Su and forgot that this was a medical center.
He wants to go back to...the days when there was a master.
"Xiu Xue, if you like it, take this tree seed back. Find a place to plant it. When everything revives in spring, it will wake up."
"Xiu Xue, the meaning of your expression is similar to the snow in the sky, and the wind will never stop coming in the evening. I hope you don't know until you come late, and you will not stop fighting in hatred."
"Xiuxue..."
The man in his memory was being pulled farther and farther away by the five-flowered bundle. Chen Zeshen could no longer tell whether he had gray hair at that time. He was whispering in a low voice, and the sobs in his throat were mixed with unknown emotions.
Yao Zhen treated him like a parent and taught him a lot of knowledge.
Chen Zeshen suddenly stopped, stood up and threw the dirt on his hands. He looked straight at Jiang Su, and in the next second he whipped out five...money bags from his storage bag.
When the heavy money bag was thrown on the wooden table, a loud collision echoed throughout the clinic.
"One hundred thousand spiritual stones, plant Sophora japonica for me."
"..."
interesting? ! !
Is there such a good thing? ? ? One hundred thousand high-grade spiritual stones is as good as Li Ya's. How can he, a city lord, have so much savings? ?
Jiang Su reached out and unbuttoned the money bag, and suddenly a strong aura hit her nose, blocking the girl's entire nasal cavity.
She quickly tied the mouth of the money bag again and tied two knots tightly. The next moment, all the money bags disappeared on the table.
All went into her storage bag.
With a straight face, the girl suppressed her joy of getting rich and spoke righteously:
"Ahem, City Lord Chen...why didn't you tell me about this kind of thing earlier?"
"I've been here for a long time, but I haven't said a single useful word. If you had asked me to plant a tree with 100,000 high-grade spiritual stones, would I have been in a stalemate with you? It's like a flood has washed away the Dragon King Temple, and the patients don't recognize each other."
Jiang Su pretended to be serious, the corners of her lips were slightly raised, but her smiling eyes narrowed into crescent moons.
With quick eyesight and quick hands, she immediately stood up and took the seed from Chen Zeshen's hand. The next step was to open the door of the clinic and walk to the open space in the hospital.
