Another World Group Pet: There are billions of materials in my space

Chapter 14 14 Ability
Leng Qun's tone of blaming Zhao Lang made Zhao Xixun very unhappy. His people didn't have the turn of others to teach them.

Seeing that Leng Qun was holding back his pig's liver and fell silent, he didn't try to tease him any more, he just said, "Don't worry, Ah Lang has a sense of propriety."

"Well, I've already called his family and arranged a car." Zhao Lang explained expressionlessly.

Of course, this belated explanation is better than no explanation, Leng Qun's expression became even more gloomy after hearing this.

But Zhao Xixun can't control what he thinks anymore, if it was just playing with him slowly before, now, he doesn't have that leisurely mind.

He arranged the work vigorously and swiftly, and the orders were conveyed in an orderly manner, and the subordinates performed their duties.

"Okay, today's meeting ends here first, please go back and do your work well, the meeting ends!"

Zhao Xixun spoke concisely and clearly as always, and he got up and left after speaking, followed closely by Zhao Lang.

"Master, where are we going now?" Seeing that he was going to the underground garage, Zhao Lang hurriedly asked.

"Wang Family Research Institute." He needed to confirm some things in person.

While driving, Zhao Lang frowned when he saw the green plants on the side of the road, "Master, I see something wrong with these green plants..."

Zhao Xixun was originally resting his eyes with his eyes closed. Hearing this, he opened his eyes and looked aside. His eyes under the gold-rimmed glasses darkened, and he frowned and said, "It's really wrong. In just half a day, all the withered green plants have rotted, and they survived tenaciously." It is extremely lush, and if something goes wrong, there must be a demon, A Lang, be careful."

"Hmm..." Zhao Lang concentrated on it, not daring to neglect it.

Zhao Xixun frowned as he looked at the scene outside, with a lot of thoughts in his mind. At this moment, he saw...

"Stop quickly..."

"Ah..." Not far away, a long flower branch suddenly stretched out from a rose bush, beating passersby on the side of the road.

"Run away..."

With the terrified cries of pedestrians, the street corner has become a mess, and the frightened crowd scurry around like headless chickens.

The flower branch lashed the crowd frantically, attacking indiscriminately. Many people had no time to dodge, and their hands and faces were scratched by the sharp thorns on the flower branch.

Fortunately, it was late autumn and I had to wear a lot of clothes, otherwise it would have been even worse.

Zhao Lang stopped the car, rushed forward, grabbed the flower branch with his bare hands, wrapped it around his arm twice, and lifted it hard, the flower branch was torn off with a sharp creaking sound.

Due to inertia, Zhao Lang took a step back and stood still. The hand wrapped around the flower branch was inevitably injured by the flower thorn, and bright red blood dripped down on the ground, like red plums.

Zhao Xixun frowned and stared at the flowers, his ears trembled a few times, he was a little puzzled, just now... did he hear it wrong?Why did he hear screams in the flowers?
"Young master." Zhao Lang threw away the broken branch in his hand, shook off the blood on his hand, and came behind Zhao Xixun indifferently.

Some of the fresh blood was thrown into the flowers, and was quickly absorbed by the new branches that emerged quietly where everyone could not see, and then hid back.

Zhao Xixun stared at the flowers sharply, and only saw the flowers tremble a few times as if being blown by the breeze.

But, clearly, there was no wind just now.

He turned around and was looking for some tools, when he saw that Zhao Lang's hand was still dripping blood, he said immediately, "Go and treat the wound first."

"No, a small injury is fine. It's dangerous here, and I will stay by your side to protect your safety." Zhao Lang didn't care about the injury on his hand, and looked around vigilantly, without relaxing for a moment.

Zhao Xixun sighed helplessly. As a follower, he was good at everything, but it was too good, which made him worry. He took out a handkerchief from his pocket and threw it on him, "Wrap the wound first."

Zhao Lang's originally resolute face trembled slightly, "Thank you, young master."

People who are not familiar with it will never think that this is his smile.

He was very touched in his heart, the young master was so kind to him, he must protect him well.

Some of the wounded and frightened people around left here quickly after being out of danger, and some of them were curious and liked to watch the excitement, hiding in the corner and observing this side.

Zhao Xixun found a steel pipe in a shop not far away, weighed it in his hand, then walked to the side of the flowers, and waved it without saying a word.

"Master, let me come."

"No, you're hurt, stand aside."

What a joke, let a wounded person charge forward, he is not that bad.

While speaking, he had swung his stick out and hit the flowers heavily, "Squeak..."

That voice came from the flowers again.

Zhao Xixun continued, one stick after another, and after a while, the lush flowers were too horrible to look at.

People who were not far away, chirped and quacked and commented on Zhao Xixun, some bold ones stepped out, and also went to get tools, intending to hit him with a few sticks, to vent their displeasure that just scared him.

Here, Zhao Xixun stopped what he was doing, and frowned deeply. He was sure that he had heard correctly, there was indeed a "squeak" sound in the flowers, and it would come out when he hit the flower path.

"A Lang, did you hear the creaking sound?"

Zhao Lang didn't understand, so he asked strangely, "Ah? Are there mice here? Why didn't I hear it?"

Zhao Xixun pursed his lips. Only he heard what he said, and he fell into deep thought for a moment.

The two men also came to the edge of the flowers with the steel pipes, waved them wildly at the flowers, and kept cursing in their mouths, "I told you to slap me, how crazy are you..."

But they didn't see that a brand new branch was slightly emerging from the ground, waiting for an opportunity to move.

The two of them got tired after just a few swings, and threw the steel pipes in their hands to leave. At this moment, a branch flew out and quickly wrapped around a man's neck. With a scream, the man was dragged into the rotten flowers middle……

The blood overflowed from the man's neck and was quickly absorbed by the branches. Soon the man was sucked dry of the blood, and the flowers that had been devastated instantly revived and grew vigorously. The flowers bloomed coquettishly, making those who witnessed all this feel daunted. .

The flower branch has sucked up the blood of human beings, and doubled in size. It seems to be refreshed, full of energy, and has the power of revenge.

I saw it rushing towards Zhao Xixun quickly, but it remembered how this man trampled on it just now.

"Be careful, young master." Zhao Lang saw that the branch was about to hit his young master, a force from nowhere swung out from the injured hand, and a ball of flames collided with the branch...

"Squeak..."

The branch seemed to have been greatly injured, and it retracted all of a sudden.

It happened so suddenly, Zhao Lang looked at his hand, dumbfounded.

A gleam of light flashed across Zhao Xixun's eyes, as if he had thought of something, he said a little excitedly, "A Lang, go ahead, burn this bunch of flowers for me."

"Huh? Oh, yes..."

(End of this chapter)