As soon as he got out of the hotel and got in the car, Zhang Keang finally couldn't hold it anymore.

"Brother! Why do you say that! Although we have lost, we must lose with dignity and morality! ”

I thought you were a salted fish...... Why should salted fish taunt others!

"Do you think I can't afford to lose? I'm telling the truth. Jiang Zhou said speechlessly.

"Huh?" Zhang Keang thought for a moment and asked again, "Jiang Zhou, could it be that your ancestral inheritance is Mao ......?"

"You've got your brains covered. Send me back to the florist. Jiang Zhou said.

Zhang Keang wanted to ask again, but Jiang Zhou had already closed his eyes and began to recuperate.

Feeling the start of the vehicle, Jiang Zhou's mind kept coming up with that "beautiful face". To this day, that chilly feeling still lingers.

He has been living under the red flag since he was a child, and this is the first time hell it's a god.

And why is he the only one who the hell?

Zhang Keang can also be explained with more muscles and stronger deterrence, but what about others?

It must be known that although he Jiangzhou does not have any muscles, he is also 1.78 meters, and he looks thin when he is dressed.

Jiang Zhou just thought about it until the car stopped again.

"Here we are." Zhang Keang said.

"Thanks, another day." Jiangzhou Road.

"Well, I'll go back and retreat for a few days to see how I can continue to improve my dahlia." Zhang Keang was sad and angry with a hint of stubbornness. Today's events did not defeat him, they only made him stronger!

"Come on! I'm optimistic about you. Jiang Zhou encouraged.

"Let's see if you forgot something, did you get your phone?"

Jiang Zhou got out of the car, and Zhang Keang reminded him in the back.

What a good driver.

Jiang Zhou felt that even if Zhang Keang's path of cultivating chrysanthemums failed, he could still be a well-received ride-hailing driver.

On a secluded street that is not bustling, the plane trees on both sides almost obscure the road, and under a tall plane tree, a wooden sign hangs in front of a small two-story store.

"Bamboo House".

This small shop is Jiang Zhou's flower shop.

"The stream flows silently around the bamboo, and the flowers and plants in the west of the bamboo make spring soft. The thatched eaves sit relatively all day long, and the mountain is more secluded if a bird does not sing. ”

The name of Jiang Zhou's flower shop is derived from this poem. Sitting quietly under the eaves, watching the flowers and green grass gently swaying in the spring breeze, there is silence around, and sitting is a day, isn't this the life that Jiang Zhou yearns for!

In short, for Jiang Zhou, he is very satisfied with his one-third of an acre.

"Jiang Zhou is back, how is the bidding?" The owner of the small restaurant next to him asked with a smile.

"Failed." Jiang Zhou said.

"Normal...... Oh no, failure is the mother of success, come on next time. ”

You just said normal, right? I hear it clearly!

However, for the sake of the restaurant owner's cooking skills are really good, and for the sake of Jiang Zhou's long-term discount, Jiang Zhou will certainly not bother with him.

It's very unwise to deal with the cook, and it's a trivial matter to put two extra spoonfuls of salt on you, in case he accidentally sneezes and loses a handful of hair...... It's scary to think about.

Back in the flower shop, the roses that were used to bid were soaked back in the bucket with nutrient solution, and the flowers and plants were watered, and Jiang Zhou lay back on his sofa recliner.

It's still a familiar recliner, it's still a familiar posture.

Lie down, take out your phone, open the game, and it's another familiar and leisurely afternoon.

As for the "beautiful face", to hell with her......

"I'll go! Hell yes! ”

The owner of the restaurant, who was sitting in the sun at the door, listened to an exclamation from the flower shop next door, still with a faint smile on his face.

The sun shines through the sycamore leaves, and the weather is really nice.

In the flower shop, Jiang Zhou's mood was as if he had been struck by lightning.

He was holding his phone and couldn't believe his eyes.

Eighteen years of memory, his childhood and youth, his farm, the flowers he planted with care, the energy he expended......

It's all gone!

The game's icon has also been transformed into the image of a cartoon ghost.

Facing the empty, only barren screen, with a few ghost fires floating, Jiang Zhou trembled and clicked "Start the game".

My Ghost Ranch

Current level: 0

My Flower Field: 0

My Spirit Plant: None

My fertilizer: None

My takeaway: None

My Props: None

Seeing this string of "0" and "none", Jiang Zhou's heart was dripping blood.

Before I had time to think about it, a new prompt popped up.

"You've got a comeback pack."

Returning Packs?

Jiang Zhou, who just felt that he had nothing, finally felt a little better in his heart, fortunately, as an eighteen-year veteran player, the game suddenly became such a ghost, and he would still be compensated.

Clicking on the gift package, first a black flower field appeared in front of Jiang Zhou.

Level 1 Flower Field: Paved with high-quality underworld, it can hold three ghosts, just click to ......

Syllable!

Jiang Zhou turned off the gift bag.

Is it my opening in the wrong way?

Jiang Zhou took a deep breath and looked at the screen again.

"Now that you have a field of flowers, go look for plants as soon as possible! Open up another item in the bundle and go catch your first ghost! ”

Jiang Zhou: "......"

It doesn't seem to be a problem with the wrong way to open, but a problem with the whole game being convulsed!

After thinking about it again, Jiang Zhou opened the gift package again.

…… Click to receive the flower field.

Jiang Zhou hesitated for a moment and clicked down.

The first-class flower field has been claimed.

Well??? Where is it?

Jiang Zhou searched all over the game, but he didn't find this flower field.

But just then, he suddenly heard a "bang" from behind the flower shop, as if something had been touched.

Behind is the place where Jiang Zhou raises flowers, which is a small flower garden, and Jiang Zhou hurriedly walked over.

Hiss!

The flower pots that Jiang Zhou had originally filled were squeezed to the ground, and in the middle of the flower garden, a six-meter-square piece of black land appeared.

Seeing this black land, Jiang Zhou felt a chill rushing towards him.

Jiang Zhou stood silently at the door of the flower garden, looking at the mess.

On September 4th, the weather was fine.

Today, I got a ghost at a tender for a resort hotel.

Back at the flower shop, my game seemed to have become a ghost game again.

It was a delightful day.