Chapter 320

I don't know which tree burst out laughing first, and the originally solemn atmosphere was instantly replaced by lightness.

Yuchuan: “…”

Yuchuan said quietly: "This is age discrimination."

“Little ones must not listen to scary things.” The Dragon Blood Tree laughed so hard that it fell backwards. “Hahahahaha————”

The little golden crow in Ruomu's arms followed the laughter without knowing why, but Fusang grabbed its beak and said, "Hush, we are just laughing quietly."

The Golden Crow covered its face with its wings and tilted its head to look cute: "Woo-woo?"

Everybody was happy, except the person involved.

"Have you ever taken my needs seriously?" Yuchuan said helplessly, "Haven't you laughed enough?"

Yuchuan looks like a handsome and tall young man. Sometimes he speaks and behaves more maturely than many of the trees, so much so that they unknowingly ignore Yuchuan's age. Now they suddenly realize that Yuchuan is being "blocked" by Jianmu because of his young age. The comparison between the two is particularly lovely. It would be fine if he didn't speak, but when he spoke, the group of trees laughed even more happily.

"Little Yuchuan." Shoumu put his arm on his shoulders, his whole face full of smiles, "Little seedlings, don't meddle in adult matters, ah ah ah————"

Yuchuan twisted Shouki's arm, his helpless smile deepening a little: "What did you just say?"

Shouki bared his teeth and complained: "Yuchuan, you have changed! You don't respect the elderly and love the young. I won't say anything more———"

An invisible force brushed across Yuchuan's hand, as if trying to persuade him to fight. Yuchuan frightened Shoumu and he let go of his hand. The invisible force paused above Yuchuan's head, and Yuchuan widened his eyes in surprise—it actually had warmth.

It was Jianmu who touched his head.

[Let you listen too.]

Jianmu invited Yuchuan to join the "group chat".

The atmosphere was heavy before, but it became a little better after the interruption. However, when the topic was brought back, no smiles appeared on anyone's faces.

The universe is constant, the seasons are orderly, and the transformed plants are not afraid of death, they are only afraid of destruction. Because even if they die, there will be a plant of the same species that will awaken its wisdom, continue to grow and transform, inherit, and become the next generation of plants. They are not afraid of individual death or not.

"What do you mean... our time is about to end?" Fusang's fingertips rested on Jinwu's head, her voice filled with worry. Jinwu played with her hair, innocently not knowing worry, "Is the disaster inevitable?"

[The world changes, and there is a time for prosperity and decline.]

[Both alien beasts and alien plants will disappear in time. This is the law of nature.]

Fusang was unwilling to accept it: "Is there no way to avoid it at all?"

"I think so." Yuchuan had a thoughtful look on his face. He didn't know why he said that, but he subconsciously replied, "Maybe... it's just that the price is totally beyond our ability to bear."

Langshu asked Jianmu for confirmation: "Is that so?"

Jianmu didn't respond for a long time.

But sometimes silence means acquiescence.

"Please don't be silent!" The dragon blood tree was impatient, "It doesn't matter if we die, but those little ones can't!"

Not to mention the Emperor Rest Tree and Emperor House Tree that he was raising, the other trees were also more or less taking care of some seedlings that were about to develop intelligence or had just developed intelligence. If there was any disaster, they should be the ones to bear it instead of involving these seedlings in such danger.

Jianmu still did not respond, but the special space woven by golden spots of light showed signs of dispersing—Jianmu was actually preparing to escape their doubts, which was rare!

"Wait!" Ruomu noticed this difference quickly, "Let's change the subject! Tell us, what would happen if Yingjie failed?"

The special space stopped spreading, and Jianmu's voice sounded again—

[Dead.]

Be it an alien beast or an alien plant, no matter how long its lifespan is, it will eventually leave. If Yingjie fails, the final outcome is just death, and Jianmu will not escape.

So... it's not right! Something must be wrong!

Plants and trees are not stupid. As soon as Jianmu gave the answer, most of the plants and trees present realized the problem.

Sanzhushu asked bluntly: "That's not an ordinary death, right?"

When the Sanzhu Tree raised the question, the other plants had already cooperated tacitly and forcibly stabilized the special space where Jianmu was about to disperse, making it clear that they would not stop until they gave it an answer.

From the moment the plants develop intelligence, Jianmu will feel it, so the plants will naturally communicate with Jianmu. Jianmu can easily pull the plants into a special space to communicate. Conversely, when all the plants work together, even Jianmu cannot escape easily.

[Don't cheat.]

Jianmu's voice has no gender distinction. Strictly speaking, it links the consciousness of every plant and tree. It is always gentle and tolerant, reliable and strong. But now, the plants and trees always feel that there is more or less a hint of helplessness in these words.

"I'm not kidding." Shoumu spread his hands and said with a smile, "If you don't tell us, we'll go find it ourselves!"

Although most plants are peaceful and lazy, their fighting ability should not be underestimated when they are really tired. As the representative of the tired, the longevity tree began to "threaten" openly.

Jianmu finally compromised, but the answer he gave stunned all the plants and trees.

[I don’t know.]

[Send all the diseased plants and strange beasts to me.] Jianmu paused for a moment before saying, [I will take care of them.]

…

This special gathering of plants and trees ended with the plants and trees trying all kinds of things to test Jianmu. Even though they were still full of questions, they still followed Jianmu's request and sent the strange beasts and plants that had previously attacked Yuchuan, such as Zhuhuai, Gudiao, and Migu, as well as other strange creatures encountered by other trees, to Jianmu. If they hadn't gathered them together, they wouldn't have known. Once they had gathered them together, everyone was shocked.

Too many!

Although he had realized the seriousness of the situation before, it was scattered and did not leave a deep impression. Now that it was all together, seeing so many sick alien beasts and plants made Shu feel inexplicably terrified.

The exhausted Lang Shu counted the problematic alien beasts and plants, and when he found more, a frown appeared between his brows: "Anything else?"

"There should also be yew trees." Sanzhushu patted Langshu's shoulder, "Dragon Blood Tree told me about it before."

Theoretically, the oak should be the earliest tree they knew of that had an accident.

"The dragon blood tree lives not far from Jianmu, why hasn't it come yet?" Shoumu asked with a question mark on his face. He stood up and patted the grass clippings on his clothes. "I'll go take a look."

“Don’t let your imagination run wild!” Shoumu saw Yuchuan’s worried face and gave him a push with his elbow. “Come on, accompany me to find the dragon blood tree!”

Shoumu coaxed and deceived Yuchuan and took him away with him.

Both trees were very skilled in magic. Yuchuan was doing it to teach the four cubs, while Shoumu was used to traveling all over the world, so each was faster than the other. After the two trees climbed over a hill, Shoumu began to use his sneaky skills - God knows how he could easily remember the residences of the other trees and find their locations accurately.

"Xiao Yuchuan, do you want me to teach you how to find your way?"

Ever since Yuchuan was accidentally blocked by Jianmu, Shoumu finally "suddenly realized" Yuchuan's age. Normally, it was okay, but once he had the intention of teasing or making fun of him, he would deliberately emphasize Yuchuan's age, with the main idea of ​​"this bastard must be punished."

This time he deliberately teased her, but Yuchuan just glanced at him, and the worry between his eyebrows became heavier: "I smell blood."

"...smell of blood?" Shoumu was confused for a moment, then seemed to remember something, "Don't be nervous, it should be fine."

Shoumu also smelled blood when he came to visit Dragon Blood Tree one time. He thought that Dragon Blood Tree was attacked, so he rushed to his house to help. However, he kicked the door open in a hurry and was faced with a confused Dragon Blood Tree and two pots of wilted seedlings on his table. For a moment, Shoumu thought that Dragon Blood Tree was mad and was about to eat the seedlings.

At the end of the oolong's fuss, Shoumu realized that the dragon's blood tree secretes a bright red sap that smells like blood. The irregular product formed when the sap solidifies is called blood clotting, which is a good medicine for curing diseases. This time, the dragon's blood tree extracted the blood clotting in order to cure the two sick seedlings.

"The smell of blood-clotting smell spreads far away———" Shoumu couldn't help but complain after finding out the whole story, "If you don't know, you would think this mountain is full of corpses!"

The dragon blood tree was speechless: "Can you describe it?"

He stuffed a piece of Dermal Dermal into Shoumu's mouth, and the bitter taste almost drove Shoumu away on the spot.

"Grrrl..." Shoumu rolled his eyes, "How can it be so unpalatable?"

"It cures diseases and strengthens the body." The dragon's blood tree picked up a large piece of dragon's blood and buried it in the small flower pot. "This is a good thing. I won't give it to other trees."

…

Coming back to his senses from the memory dominated by the deadly bitter taste, Shoumu shuddered: "We are not going to catch up with the dragon blood tree to refine blood again!"

His horrified expression didn't last long before he thought of the current situation, and his eyebrows were also filled with worry: "The Dragon Blood Tree has dried up its blood. Could it be that the Emperor House Tree and the Emperor Rest Tree are sick again?"

Getting sick at this critical moment is not good news.

Now Shoumu stopped laughing. The two trees looked at each other and quickly rushed to the place where the Dragon Blood Tree lived. The closer they got, the stronger the bloody smell became. Even if Yuchuan didn't understand, he knew that this couldn't be the Dragon Blood Tree being refined—the smell was wrong.

Thinking of the lately arrived Yumu... Shoumu took the lead in kicking open the door, and was almost scared away by the blood-covered figure in the house.

"Dragon Blood Tree?!"

Dragon Blood Tree sat on the ground, closed his eyes and held his forehead with his hands. Behind him were two somewhat damaged flower pots. The Emperor Rest Tree and the Emperor House Tree were curled up into a green dot in the pots, and negative emotions such as fear and panic were faintly conveyed from him.

Shoumu's hands and feet felt weak. The scene before him was really scary. The whole rugged yet warm residence was in a mess, as if a dragon had turned over. There were bloodstains everywhere, as if it was a murder scene left by a pervert. Shoumu trembled as he tried to smell the breath of the dragon blood tree.

As soon as his finger reached the dragon blood tree's eyes, Shoumu saw him open his eyes and whispered, "...He's not dead yet."

"Huh~ You're not dead, but I'm almost scared to death by you!" Shoumu sat down on the ground, not even bothering to complain about the dirt on the ground, "How did you get into this state?"

He looked around: "Where's Yanmu?"

"Run away." Yuchuan suddenly took over his words. Seeing the tragedy behind the door, his first reaction was to open up his perception to look for any existence other than them, but he searched several times without success.

"Help me get some stock from the cabinet," Dragon Blood Tree whispered, "Dragon Blood, I want the biggest piece."

After the bitter blood was chewed and swallowed by the dragon blood tree, his complexion improved a little, and he was in the spirit to comfort them: "Don't worry, most of this blood is not mine."

"Somehow, Yemu managed to break free from the formation that was restraining him," said the dragon blood tree. "I sensed it the first time. I thought he would run away, but he rushed to find me instead."

If it weren't for the need to protect the two pots of fragile seedlings, the dragon blood tree would not have been so restrained. Not only did it not kill the ash tree, it also got injured - even if the ash tree was more seriously injured than it when it escaped.

"Yumu woke up, but he seemed to have turned into a tree, and he said something very strange..." The dragon's blood tree had a lot of pain in his head, so it was difficult for him to think. He chose his words carefully, "He said, 'This is not a disease, it's a chance given by God.'"