The girl raised her legs, leaned forward, and put her hands on her face, like a small boss collecting debts.
Chen Zeshen was not surprised that 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 when the talks fall apart, they start to fight to the death.
Snake syndrome and mental illness, patients meet.
Without further ado, he took out a white porcelain and gold-encrusted flowerpot from his storage bag, about the size of his two palms.
There is moist and fresh black soil in the flower pot. There is nothing on the soil, and 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 flowerpot was rice paper commonly used by girls. There was a little ink on it, which was caused by the shaking of the pen tip when she jumped out of the table.
Jiang Su's fingers knocked on the table involuntarily, and she stretched her neck out of boredom, looking at the white porcelain flowerpot and soil.
"Hey, City Master Chen, is your locust tree 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 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 Suchu could see the bitterness in it.
He is not happy!
If he is not happy, I will be happy! I am so happy!
"Well...she...doesn't count as dead. Her true body is completely destroyed. The biggest advantage of being a tree demon is that no matter which seed she has planted, she can be replanted again."
This 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?"
Nongxiu, who usually cultivates spiritual materials as a profession, is different from ordinary farmers. Nongxiu can usually plant a whole mountain of land by himself, and 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, we only save those that can breathe, not those that can't...either they are dead or dead.
Chen Zeshen pushed the potted flower towards Jiang Su again.
"I know this, but I also know that Miss Jiang, you love to care for all kinds of spiritual materials the most. I, Huaiying, have spiritual wisdom, which is different from ordinary plants and trees."
The implication is that this is my treasure. You have never seen it before. I want you to take a good look at it.
The girl's lips curled up 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, and you not only refused to save her, but also broke the flowerpot into pieces. You...why do you have 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 written in her eyes.
"You just know? I thought you had realized it a long time ago!"
"Since you know that I am unqualified and have no sympathy, then you should hug 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 unbridledly, even if she thinks everyone is qualified to speak against her, she is not afraid of the notoriety.
But...he, Chen Zeshen, was the man who captured all the slaves in China and used human life as the material for formations.
How can I speak for myself?
The man's hands are white and slender, and the black soil under his hands makes 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 treats himself 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 word is similar to the snow in the sky, and the wind will never stop coming in the evening. I hope you don't know it until you come later, and you will not stop fighting in hatred."
"Xiuxue..."
The man in his memory was being pulled further and further 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 suddenly threw 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. How can he, a city lord, have so much savings?
Jiang Su reached out and unbuttoned the money bag, and instantly a strong spiritual energy hit her nostrils, blocking the girl's entire nasal cavity.
She quickly tied the mouth of the purse again and tied two knots tightly. The next moment, all the purses 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 seeds 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.