These nine blood qilins have matured, but only four of them have seeds, and the other five have no seeds.
Xia Chujian stood aside with a gun in hand, watching Sanzong carefully scrape out the humus soil on the ground layer by layer and put it into a metal round can.
The temperature at night had dropped to over 100 degrees below zero. Xia Chujian's gloves were not warm enough and her fingers were almost frozen.
Fortunately, the ivory coat her aunt gave her was quite warm. Wearing it under her outer coat was like carrying a heater with her, and it was warm and comfortable.
While Sanzong was busy, Xia Chujian's thoughts began to drift away.
She was wondering why the coat her aunt gave her could actually withstand the killer's dagger?!
What kind of material can produce this effect?
The bulletproof vest she wore on the innermost layer was made of nanomaterials obtained from the Dark Night Hunter Association. If it can be bulletproof, it should also be able to protect against daggers, right?
But considering that Feng Qianzhan is a genetic evolver with peak B-level mental power, can a bulletproof vest made of nanomaterials really withstand a dagger thrown by a person with strong mental power?
She still remembered the fierce kinetic energy, which was no less powerful than the sniper bullet fired by the Judge No. 7 sniper!
But why is that coat okay?
In short, the battle with Feng Qianzhan was the most thrilling battle Xia Chujian had ever experienced since he became a Night Hunter.
For the first time, she realized that genetically evolved people with strong mental powers were really different from ordinary people.
What should I do if I meet such a person in the future?
After thinking about it, she only had one solution, which was to continue practicing her shooting skills diligently.
If your body cannot evolve, you can only hope to learn a skill.
Marksmanship is also a skill, no problem.
While Xia Chujian was daydreaming, Sanzong had already collected the most essential humus soil and put it into the big round jar.
Then take out the four blood qilin plants with seeds, remove the seeds one by one, and plant them together with the Kongsang plant covered with root soil that belonged to Xiaogouzi.
The other five blood qilin plants without seeds and the four blood qilin plants whose seeds had been picked were stacked together and placed by Xia Chujian in a special storage bag for preservation, which can keep them fresh for up to a week.
Sanzong carried the large round jar filled with humus on his back and walked forward step by step.
The large round jar, half a person's height, almost reached Sanzong's chest.
But he carried it steadily.
"Is it heavy? Let me help you carry it." Xia Chujian put the gun behind his back and reached out to help Sanzong.
San Zong hurriedly shook his head and said, "This isn't heavy. San Zong can carry it! San Zong loves carrying it! San Zong is happy just thinking about being able to raise the Blood Qilin!"
You can tell that he is really happy.
Xia Chujian smiled and then thought of a more realistic problem.
She was silent for a moment, then asked, "San Zong, Feng Qianzhan is dead. Can you still return to the plantation outside Mulan City?"
Three Manes blurted out, "Sure! Why not?"
Xia Chujian: “…”
She couldn't really explain why, but her intuition told her otherwise.
After carefully formulating his words, Xia Chujian said subtly, "I know the rules of your plantation. You can't leave casually. If you leave, you will be treated as a fugitive."
In fact, all normal humans in Mulan City know that the humanoid slaves in the plantations outside the city are never allowed to leave the plantations. Once they leave, they will be shot on the spot by law enforcement officers of the Penalty Department.
San Zong was stunned for a moment and said, "But, San Zong didn't escape on his own... It was the director who asked San Zong to go with that human..."
"Do you have any evidence?"
"What evidence?"
"It just needs evidence that your principal allowed you to leave, like a chat message, an electronic pass, or something like that. Anything will do."
Threemane's face fell. "No... at least Threemane didn't."
As he spoke, he looked up and asked hopefully, "Will that bad guy be there? That Feng Qianzhan?"
Xia Chujian thought, even if there was, she had scattered Feng Qianzhan’s ashes, so where could she find it?
Besides, if such a thing existed, would Feng Qianzhan put it in the aircraft instead of carrying it with him?
But she still said, "I can go look for it in the aircraft. If I can't find it, you have to be prepared. You won't be able to return to the plantation."
“…I really can’t go back? The director should be very happy that Sanzong has returned…” Sanzong was still a little unwilling to give up.
His little piggy head wasn't so confused as to understand why this was happening.
It’s not his fault?
Xia Chujian warned him word by word: "You can try, but there is a high possibility that you will die if you try."
"Dead?"
“He was beaten to death.”
Three Manes: "..."
He shuddered all over, obviously triggering some bad memories.
He was silent.
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