She shook her head: "I won't pick them."

The more beautiful something is, the more poisonous it is; a tyrant is a good example.

Ji Yan casually pointed to a large rock: "If you don't take it, then perform for me breaking this rock on your chest."

With a "snap," Shen Jiao reached out and plucked a flower.

Her skill in felling trees was enough; breaking large rocks on her chest was simply not suited to her face.

"Do you know what kind of flower this is?" Ji Yan patted Chen Jiao's head with satisfaction.

Shen Jiao shook her head: "I don't know."

Ji Yan said, "This is the Corpse Flower of Southern Xinjiang..."

Corpse flower?

Wouldn't that mean it's a flower that grows by eating the flesh and bones of the dead?

A crack of extreme resistance immediately appeared on Shen Jiao's face.

Before the tyrant could finish speaking, he immediately threw the flowers away.

"Let go and lie down in the flower field to perform a chest-breaking boulder act." Ji Yan's lips curled into a wicked smile.

Shen Jiao cursed inwardly, but forced a smile and explained, "I didn't throw it away, I just had a slight hand cramp due to the change in environment."

Ji Yan casually played with her long hair and continued to explain, "This flower didn't originally look like this. It wasn't this tall, and the color wasn't this dark. It tasted a bit astringent."

Shen Jiao: "???"

Not only are you very knowledgeable, but you are also willing to try all kinds of herbs?

Ji Yan used his clean, slender fingers to pluck off the petals one by one, his thin, blood-red lips curving slightly upwards.

"Later, these flowers were transplanted onto the bones of the dead by mistake. They began to frantically absorb nutrients. When the bones turned into a handful of yellow soil, the flower stamens turned black, just like the one in your hand. They tasted bitter and smelly."

Shen Jiao: "???"