A humanoid shadow obscured Zhong Yun, making his heart almost stop beating.

"It seems that you have offended people a lot, and someone wants your life." Yang Siqing's old voice came at the right time, and it turned out to be just a false alarm.

Zhong Yun leaned against the wall, didn't ask how the attacker was, and asked the old man first, "Are you okay?" ”

Yang Siqing glanced at him in surprise, thinking to herself, she didn't expect this kid to sell people's hearts, but she was quite useful in her heart. said disdainfully, "If I can't handle this little foot, I won't live in vain for so many years." ”

He was playing with something in the shape of a submachine gun from his previous life, but the size was relatively small, only the size of two palms.

"What is this?" Hearing the old man say this, Zhong Yun was completely relieved, and when he saw the extra thing in his hand, he asked.

"Miniature Super Light Wave Pulse Gun, good thing." Yang Siqing was obviously very interested in this gadget, "The light waves it shoots out have super lethal power on the heart, and the people who are shot often die of heart failure on the spot." ”

"And others will only think that he died of a heart attack, even if he is sent to the forensic doctor, he will not be able to detect it, because the symptoms of the deceased are exactly the same as those of a heart attack."

Zhong Yun was afraid for a while when he heard this, if he hadn't happened to meet Yang Siqing today, and he had to follow him, he was afraid that now he had become an unjust ghost in vain.

"Thank you so much for saving my life." Zhong Yun said sincerely.

The old man smiled slightly, "If you really want to repay me, just save my Qingqing." ”

"I'll do my best." Zhong Yun solemnly made a promise.

The old man nodded, stopped talking, and put away his gun.

Zhong Yun also stood up, the situation was too critical just now and he didn't feel anything, as soon as the danger passed, he felt that his hands and feet were a little weak, he laughed at himself, he was still too timid.

I secretly decided that after I went back, I must let ZERO train hard, and only when I am strong can I better protect myself and the people around me.

This world is not as safe as imagined.

Thinking of this, a sense of oppression rose from the bottom of his heart, urging him to move forward.

"Is this gun hard to get?" Shaking his stiff hands, Zhong Yun suddenly asked.

"Although this gun kills people invisibly, it actually has fatal shortcomings, the firing range is too short, only an effective range of 50 meters, it consumes a lot of energy, and one unit of energy can only be fired twice. The power is too small, and a single shot can only kill one person at most. ”

"So, the gun was not put into production in large quantities. However, as a supreme weapon for assassination, because it is not easy to be detected after killing, it is liked by some forces...... However, not just cats and dogs can get it. ”

Yang Siqing hinted that the people Zhong Yun offended were not small.

Zhong Yun was silent, at this time he felt recovered, so he walked towards Huang's house, and when he was about to arrive, he asked, "That person, how to deal with it?" ”

Yang Siqing, who followed him, said casually, "I handled it cleanly, and there will be no hand tails." ”

Thinking that behind his indifferent words was a human life, Zhong Yun couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

No matter how civilization evolves, the law of the jungle remains unchanged.

It's just that what kind of person has such a great hatred for himself and wants to put himself to death? Several faces flashed in Zhong Yun's heart.

Just thinking about it, Huang Lao's home had arrived and rang the doorbell. The door opened.

"Why are you here again?" Huang Lao couldn't help frowning when he saw Yang Siqing behind Zhong Yun. I thought I had finally sent this plague god away, but who knew that he would come back in a blink of an eye, and he was really wronged.

Zhong Yun couldn't help but wonder that with Huang Lao's good qi cultivation skills, he actually showed such obvious dissatisfaction with Yang Siqing, and he didn't know what excessive things he had done to Huang Lao.

"Hello Huang Lao, see you again." Yang Siqing ignored his face and greeted him without changing his face, showing his extraordinary cheekiness.

Although helpless, but for Zhong Yun's sake, it was not easy to drive people, he said stiffly, "I have already said, I really can't do anything about this pot of flowers." ”

"Don't worry, I won't pester you." Yang Siqing said.

"Really?" Huang Lao saw that he didn't seem to be joking, but he was half relieved in half-belief and doubt, as long as he didn't pester me anymore.

Then he glanced at Zhong Yun suspiciously, wanting to ask something, but he held back. Bring the two into their house.

Huang Lao's house is very large, not so much a house, but more like a garden, and there are many plants planted in the yard, most of which are some common trees and flowers, which are not too compatible with Huang Lao's identity.

Huang Lao noticed the strangeness on Zhong Yun's face, and said with a smile, "In fact, in nature, all plants are equal, and there is no distinction between high and low. It's just that human beings artificially divide them into three, six, nine, and so on. ”

"Every plant has its own unique beauty, but most people are blinded by utilitarian hearts and can't find it."

He turned his head to look at the plants he had grown, "The flowers and plants here are the most suitable for the climate here. ”

Zhong Yun's eyes were opened as soon as he read the words, Huang Lao's mind was really different from ordinary people, and when he looked at the plants in the courtyard, he felt different, and that kind of thriving vitality made people feel a vitality of life.

Huang Lao took them to the reception room, and after sitting down, Huang Lao personally made tea for them.

After a cup of tea, Zhong Yuncai talked about today's intention, "I came today mainly to thank Huang Lao for his love to me. He took out something from his bosom, "A small gift, not a tribute, please accept it." ”

Huang Lao smiled and took it from his hand, it was a small box, he opened it immediately, and saw a delicate and small pair of scissors inside.

"Huh?" Huang Lao took out the scissors and looked a little surprised.

Zhong Yun explained, "I heard Yunqi say, your No. 9 branch shears are missing, so I went to buy one, do you think it's suitable?" ”

"Suitable, suitable." Huang Lao had a joy on his face that couldn't be concealed, obviously very satisfied with this gift.

No. 9 pruning shears are rare, rarely used, and few people buy them except professionals, so they are not easy to find.

Things are still secondary, with Huang Lao's status, there is naturally no shortage of things, and what he is satisfied with is the thought that this young man has put into it.

"Is that pot of 'Seven Fairies' okay?" Zhong Yun changed the subject.

"The growth is good, the 'Seven Fairies' are not a delicate breed, and it is not difficult to serve." Huang Lao replied, put the No. 9 scissors back in the box, and put them on the table.

"Mr. Fei is going to hold an exhibition on the day when the 'Seven Fairies' are in bloom, and many celebrities will be invited to watch it. As its former owner, do you want to see it? ”

"I'm not going to join in the fun." Zhong Yun is trying to train himself well, where to have time to see what exhibitions.

"Let me know if you want to go." Huang Lao said.

"Are the 'Seven Fairies' you are talking about a peerless treasure mutated from the purple white orchid?"

Yang Siqing couldn't help but ask, since he pinned all his emotions on Jingliu Rose, in order to be a qualified florist, he has a certain understanding of all kinds of flowers, and it is not strange to have heard of the "Seven Fairies".

"Of course, otherwise what other 'Seven Fairies' can't be found?" Huang Lao said unceremoniously.

"Didn't you say that the 'Seven Fairies' were extinct? How did the Fei family get a pot? Yang Siqing muttered.

"Speaking of which, I would like to thank Xiaoyun, if it weren't for him, the 'Seven Fairies' would not have reappeared in the world." Huang Lao pinched his beard and said.

"What?" Yang Siqing's eyes changed when she looked at Zhong Yun, "You planted the 'Seven Fairies'?" ”

"Am I going to lie?" Huang Lao said unhappily.

Of course, Yang Siqing would not suspect Huang Lao, but this matter was too incredible, so he couldn't help but ask more, and after confirming it, a wave of ecstasy surged in his heart, so Zhong Yun said that he could save Qingqing, but it was not necessarily nonsense.

"My Qingqing is saved."

"What?" This time it was Huang Lao's turn to change his face greatly.