deadly mantra

Chapter 768: Lonely chat

It was quiet late at night.

Phytolacca sat in the courtyard, supporting his forehead with his left hand and twirling the green leaves casually with his right hand.

He has carefully maintained this pot of epiphyllum on the table for five years, and he has never seen it in bloom.

Shang Lu closed his eyes and pondered slightly.

"Raising a little thing is not as good as you."

At this time, a playful laughter suddenly sounded from the front, and Shang Lu looked up with a cold expression.

"Who is inferior to me?" Under the soft moonlight, Ji Fanyin sat on the wall with a bright smile on her face: "Who is this little thing?"

"Why are you here?" The coldness in Shanglue's eyes had mostly dissipated, and he raised his hand to invite: "Come and sit."

"I like it here. I sit high and can see far~" Ji Fanyin seemed to be in a particularly good mood tonight. When speaking, her legs kept shaking: "You haven't answered my question yet."

Shang Lu picked up the tea cup and took a sip, his eyebrows furrowed slightly and then relaxed.

Cold tea is bitter and astringent and difficult to swallow.

He took a few more sips and said calmly:
"I followed the gardener's instructions and put this epiphyllum under a silver grille in the summer, moved it into the greenhouse in the winter, and maintained it carefully for five years. But it was very stingy and never wanted to bloom for my pleasure. You said, How should I treat it next that is appropriate?”

Ji Fanyin followed his gaze and looked over.

That epiphyllum is growing well.

she says:

"If you are willing to wait another five years, this is called appropriate. If you are not willing to waste the next five years, this is called inappropriate. If it is appropriate, there is a suitable way. If it is not suitable, there is a proper way to deal with it. It depends on whether you are willing or not. Not willing?"

Shangluca stroked the teacup with his fingers, hesitating in his eyes, he raised his head and asked:

"What if you don't want to?"

Ji Fanyin smiled, pointed at the wall and said:
"That would be much easier to do. Roll up your sleeves, break off all its heads and insert them into the flower mud. Then, throw them out through this wall and smash them to pieces. The scenery I can't wait for, others can't wait for. Don’t even think about taking it back to appreciate it.”

Shang Lu's thick eyebrows jumped, and his expression changed slightly:

"How can you say that you have devoted five years to it, cutting off its roots, cutting off its life, and destroying its body? Are you going too far?" Ji Fanyin rolled his eyes, and after thinking about it, he still shook his head:
"After five years of hard work, this thing can't even make you laugh. I really can't think of any reason to keep it for the New Year."

Shangluca gritted his teeth slightly:

"I've been raising him for five years. Even if there is no result, what about the love? There is still some love, right?"

Ji Fanyin opened her eyes with a magical expression:

"Talk about feelings to a flower, Phytolacca, how overflowing are your feelings?"

Shanglu choked for a moment:
"...I, I didn't say it was a flower..."

Ji Fanyin blinked in confusion:
"Then what we have been talking about...???"

Phytolacca:

"..."

Ji Fanyin:
"..."

Phytolacca turned away his face, feeling like he was playing the piano to a cow:
"What a heartless little girl..."

Given his excellent hearing, he fought back:

"Playing with you? Haha, it's not Hua'er who gets smashed to pieces, but me."

Shang Lu twitched his eyebrows and said with a smile:

"Dozens of lives, you didn't blink an eye, you killed when you asked, just a few words of affection, what are you afraid of?"

Ji Fanyin didn't care about his opinion and replied calmly:
"When Chenchen is not here, in my eyes, human life is like a piece of grass. When Chenchen is here, I cherish the lives of ants on the ground even more. Tell me what I am afraid of."

He is really a master of obedience and concealment... Shangluca laughed out loud.After a while, he said:

"Then let me ask a different question. What would you do if Mr. Shui were that night-blooming night-blooming night-blooming flower?"

(End of this chapter)