Chapter 289 288. Xiaoyu's Things

Zhou Qian interrupted his immersion, expressionless at this moment: "Don't try to reach the sky, if you lie down again, you will reach the underworld."

He stretched out his arm and lifted the man up from the ground: "Are you injured anywhere else? Did you get hit? How does your head feel now? Do you want to vomit? Are you dizzy?"

This series of questions was not stressful, but Gao Ming ignored them and continued to look at the roof.

After a moment, he came to his senses and grabbed Zhou Qian's arm with his backhand. The veins on his slender and thin fingers were bulging, and his whole body was shaking with excitement:

“Ginseng!”

Zhou Qian frowned.

The other party's red eyes were fixed on him: "Ginseng! That stuttering ginseng! My mutant cold arrow bamboo needs its ginseng whiskers! I need its energy!"

Zhou Qian was silent for a moment, then his arm muscles bulged slightly, and he lifted the man onto his shoulders: "You're the one who called me Stuttering Ginseng?"

"Let's go. We promised Boss Tang that we wouldn't let you starve to death."

Gao Ming immediately struggled: "You don't understand! You don't understand at all! Although the induction of this mutant cold arrow bamboo failed! But its ability to grow to the sky is rare in the world!"

"And all this is because of absorbing the root energy of the stuttering ginseng!"

“Do you realize how important this is?”

"That talking ginseng will be able to participate in the growth of all mutant plants in the future, and the energy it contains is unprecedented!"

"Look at this cold-arrow bamboo! Look at how it's growing!"

Gao Ming lay on his shoulder and became excited. He kept struggling and his shoulder hit his stomach, causing him to vomit subconsciously.

Zhou Qian quickly grabbed his waist, fearing that he would vomit bile onto him.

But the fanatical and eccentric scientist was extremely persistent at this moment. With blood still dripping from his head, his arms were trying hard to support his back which was as strong as steel.

"Did you hear that? Didn't you notice? The growth of this mutant bamboo has stopped! It can still grow, it hasn't reached its limit yet! Ginseng whiskers, I need ginseng whiskers! Two more, five more!"

"If I can measure its limits, I will know the energy contained in the ginseng whiskers, and I will be able to do better in the future—"

Carrying the person on his shoulders, Zhou Qian shuttled through the dense roots with his brows tightly furrowed. It was extremely difficult to walk, and he had to tear apart several roots as a last resort.

But fortunately, this bamboo does not have a bad temper like Kuang Biao, or it is just a mutation and has no thoughts of its own, so it does not react at all.

When Gao Ming started talking about his plan again, Zhou Qian had already thrown him into the back seat of the car with a bang, then closed the door, locked it, and started the car neatly.

"Did you hear me?"

Gao Ming climbed up from his prone position. The blood on his forehead was about to flow into his eyes, but he raised his sleeve and roughly wiped it away:

"Ginseng beard!"

But Zhou Qian remained unmoved. He turned the steering wheel and drove on the road smoothly.

This place is very close to Huaiyu's home, but it is already there in a flash. The water in the pot has just boiled. Huaiyu stood nervously at the door. When he saw the two of them coming back, he quickly said, "Brother Zhou Qian, was there an earthquake just now?"

Before Zhou Qian could answer, Gao Ming had already opened the car door and stumbled out: "I want ginseng!"

His hair was disheveled, his face was pale, and his body was covered in dust, but there was dark red blood on his forehead, which had solidified into a hideous shape on his cheek, and his sleeves had left a large mark on it.

At the same time, there was scarlet blood quietly flowing down from the forehead.

Huaiyu was shocked: "This injury!"

Gao Ming was about to pounce on him, but Zhou Qian stretched out his long arm, grabbed his collar, and dragged him to the living room: "Xiao Yu, make a cup of salt and sugar water first, I'll take care of his wound."

"Oh oh oh!" Zhou Qian had already spoken, so Huai Yu naturally ignored Gao Ming's nonsense. However, as soon as the man left, Zhou Qian dragged him directly to the washbasin: "Since there is no concussion or other injuries, clean up your face quickly."

Gao Ming raised his head stubbornly: "No! I want someone now--"

Before he uttered the word "参", a huge force suddenly came from the back of his head, and then his whole face was pressed into the basin of water.

After a moment, Gao Ming's disheveled and wet face was lifted up, and bright red blood gradually spread out of the basin.

He gasped for breath, then looked at Zhou Qian in surprise and shock, not understanding why all this was happening.

Zhou Qian, who has always been calm, reliable and tolerant, said gloomily: "That is Xiaoyu's ginseng. It is not your turn to make demands."

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

"Now you either clean yourself up and eat and drink properly. Or I will drive you back to Boss Tang."

He is not Huai Yu, who trusts and likes all strangers.

Just like Huaiyu still expected Gao Ming to help feed the chickens and geese at home after they went to the wilderness. But in fact, Gao Ming had been with them for so long, and he had never taken the initiative to talk about any topic other than experiments, nor did he care about the characteristics of the various mutant creatures at home.

The only contact they have every day is that the other party comes to eat, and after the meal, they just put down their chopsticks and leave.

Xiaoyu was cleaning up all these. She felt that there was no difference between two or three people. Besides, Boss Tang treated her well and generously gave her contribution points...

But in fact, they don't need these two thousand at all. Zhou Qian would never let the other party take it for granted and arrange things for Xiaoyu.

The next moment, Huaiyu came in with a bowl full of salt and sugar water. Seeing that the other person's hair, face and clothes were all wet, he was stunned.

However, Zhou Qian threw a towel over with a normal attitude: "Wipe the blood yourself, I will apply medicine to you later."

The wound on the head was not big to begin with, and the bleeding had gradually stopped. Gao Ming took the towel with a complicated expression and pressed it on his face.

With a slight stinging pain on his forehead, his wild and excited heart gradually calmed down, and his face returned to its usual expressionless state.

When the towel was removed, Huaiyu's fair and clean face showed a trace of worry: "Did you faint from low blood sugar? I told you not to stay up late. Drink this sugar water quickly - it's a little salty and a little sweet, but it's not bad."

He turned to look at Zhou Qian again: "Brother Zhou Qian, what happened to the earthquake just now? Did Gao Ming get injured by falling?"

Zhou Qian nodded: "He cultivated a mutant bamboo, which grew quite loudly and broke through the roof. Maybe a rock hit his head..."

Huh? Huaiyu looked at Gao Ming and asked with great interest: "Mutated bamboo? Can it talk? It's not as chatterbox as Kuang Biao, right? Bamboos like that can't be planted too close!"

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