Feng Feng thought to himself, this pot of fake flowers is really chic.

She squatted down, looked at it for a while, and suddenly felt a little strange, and couldn't help but reach out and pinch it, and actually pinched off a leaf, and a faint dark red juice dripped from it, and this flower turned out to be real!

When she was a child, she read a botanical book, which said that there are no black flowers in nature, as for the reason, botanists have several unasked statements, among which the most widespread and authoritative one is: plants rely on insects to spread pollen and continue life, so flowers also need to have colors and smells that can attract insects, and insects do not like black, so even if the plants with black flowers in the past, they have been eliminated by nature because the black conditions are not suitable, and because of this, There are no black flowers in nature.

Of course, what we call "black peony" and "ink tulip" in daily life is not actually black, but a deep purple, because it is visually close to black, so it is named, but it can never be really black.

She looked up and asked in a whisper, "What kind of flower is this?"

"Immortal flowers.

The stereotypical voice sounded a little strange, and she turned her face to realize that the man was not the young man, but a stranger, of medium stature, and it was impossible to tell from his appearance that he was middle-aged or old.

However, she recognized that it was the person who "morally judged" her that night, it was him, she must not be wrong, according to his understanding of the relationship between herself and Ye Jia, except for Ye Pei, she could no longer imagine that it would be someone else.

She was a little surprised, suddenly stood up, rushed over as fast as she could, raised her hand, the man took a few steps back, she pounced, closed her momentum in no hurry, and almost fell to the ground.

The man looked at her warily: "What do you want to do?"

"Expose your paint! Don't think that if you wear a mask, I don't know who you are!

"Miss Feng, you can treat me like anyone you are suspicious of, I don't mind.

His tone was flat, but he was really the kind of eye that controlled everything, and he had the feeling of "your fate is in my hands, and you can't turn the sky upside down".

This is the sorrow of the little people under power.

Feng Feng no longer struggled, and looked at the pot of flowers: "Immortal flowers? Can you live forever after eating? In that case, what are you still holding us for?

"This potted flower comes from the jungle of Miaojiang, cultivated by an old man who raised a cup, and this old man discovered its longevity effect, of course, it is by no means the kind of false health preservation boasted by the advertising language, but the real 'longevity', because he gave it to three people, all three of whom lived about 100 years old, and the old man himself lived more than 110 years old......"

She sneered: "What about 110 years old? He's not dead after all!

He ignored her sarcasm, and still said: "When the old man was dying, he found the secret of cultivating this 'immortal flower', that is, to find the blood that matches the juice of this flower and water it for a long time, as long as he waters it for a month, and then takes this flower according to a special method, he can live to be more than 150 years old, but the old man thinks that this kind of blood cannot be found in the world at all, so he goes away with hatred......"

Feng Feng was dismissive: "What if you live to be 150 years old?" It's not like you're going to die. Wake up, you can't live forever......