Travel In A Different World
Ch. 064. Ornamental Plants? I Want to Cry

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“You're from anywhere?”

Lazily, Zhang Yui Wei turned to the source of the voice. Well, it can't get rid of this guy. I don't know why they're so little.... close?

No, of course he won't admit it.

“What's really why? I just went for a fresh breeze. Anyway here stuffy and noisy.”

Yang Jia Jun nodded slowly. It is true what this girl said. But if this pink one is missing how? What was clear, Zhang Jiu Zhi would definitely come up to him and crash into him like he was hitting an actor.

Huh, just imagining it already makes him creep.

Huh uh?

Zhang Yui Wei turned his head to the origin of the voice. He was sure if he heard Guzheng's voice. Is this part of the festival?

“Lake Goose.” murmur Yang Jia Jun.

“Lake.... goose?” Zhang Yui Wei subconsciously said it back. He looked at Yang Jia Jun who was watching a man who was playing Guzheng.

Wait, why is that guy here?!

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“Hoaam.”

Lu Xiao Lan yawned with a hand to cover it. There was a slight clear grain in the corner of his eye due to yawning earlier. It was a morning, too early. The sun is still resting in place, but the moon is also slowly fading even if the changes are insignificant.

“Am I too early?” murmured Lu Xiao Lan while gripping her robe to make it tangle.

He was wearing the veil of his cloak that had been attached to his back. A cold wind hit his white skin, making him feel a chill. His skin also became slightly pale, the fine hairs on his skin slightly bristled.

Isn't it cold enough?

If estimated, this is around 02:30. Is it too early? That was quite a late time. At least, that was according to Lu Xiao Lan.

Lu Xiao Lan sighed. From there, smoke came out of his mouth. It was enough to show that the air here was quite cold. Or maybe it's cold.

And here L—eh, have I told you where Lu Xiao Lan is? Sorry, it doesn't seem like it. Here is the hill behind where he lives. Not right behind him, but a few miles away. He found this hill a few days ago. At that time, because he felt a fused, no coincidence from where, he found this hill. Who bribed Goddess Fortuna to give her luck?

Are you wondering, why is it said to be lucky? Because on this hill there are herbs and medicinal plants that he thinks are quite good quality. In the market there is not necessarily. Even if there is, it may cost more or the quality is much lower. Isn't this a fortune to a con artist like himself?

But if there really is something like this, why does it feel like this place is so deserted? Usually the concocters will certainly immediately take it if they find a place as good as this. This place is also not too remote to find.

But isn't this good? It's like this place is his.

Lu Xiao Lan was in the middle of the hill. He looked around, it was dark. Although there is still a light that is not a bit faded, but this still bothers him. He couldn't see clearly like this.

“Xiao Gui, get me something to help me see well.”

Oh, almost forgot. Lu Xiao Lan took off the bag she was wearing earlier and opened it. He used this bag to carry the medicinal plants and herbs he picked. It might be possible to carry it with empty hands.

Dimension space? He doesn't want to rely too much on it. Moreover, he still does not fully trust the creatures of its inhabitants. They may be deceiving to take advantage of it.

Well, even though there is nothing suspicious than they do, but it is not wrong to be vigilant?

Lu Xiao Lan stopped her steps and squatted down where she stood, her hands stretched out to touch the flower not far from her. Her movements were very gentle, as if afraid to tease the beautiful flower.

“It looks like it has now bloomed.” murmured Lu Xiao Lan smiled complacently.

He took a shovel from his bag and carefully picked up the flower, directly with the root. He knew a little if the herbal flowers could wither quickly if picked carelessly. It should be taken with its roots and replanted. In other words, it was like moving the flowers.

Lu XiaoLan only took one because the other was still a bud and still not in perfect bloom. Maybe he'll make this his ornamental plant.

“Nona, don't make it an ornamental plant!”

It felt that Xiao Gui wanted to ban, but could not either. I can only cry in my heart. Can someone help her? Poor .....

After successfully picking it, he put it into dimensional space. If there, the flowers will not wither, let alone be damaged. Different if he put it in a bag, surely his petals will be dislodged. Oh, my dear, this flower is so beautiful!

Lu Xiao Lan moved to go to the other side. Now he found the Red Grass. Even so, the grass is green like grass in general. Why is it called Red Grass? Because when you cut it in half, then you can see inside the leaf it's red. It will be clearer when pounding it, the grass will be red.

“Although strange and I don't know the name, but isn't this unique? Maybe I just make ornamental plants instead of being medicinal plants.”

Once again Xiao Gui simply fell silent while lamenting the fate of the herb.

“Hopefully quiet.”

What the hell does that mean? It was fortunate that Lu Xiao Lan did not hear him.

Lu Xiao Lan also did the same to the red grass, took it with her roots and placed it in the dimensional space. If it is placed in a dimensional space, what is the point of carrying a bag? I don't know, he doesn't know himself. It might be useful later.

“Xiao Gui, prepare the pot for me. Later I will put the plants.”

This girl really thinks it's a mere ornamental plant? It is beautiful and suitable to be used as decoration. However, will the peracik will not have a stroke if you know this?

“Nona..”.

He really had to cry, but this was not the right time for that. Xiao Gui immediately carried out his task—preparing the pot. He only prayed that this herbal plant be happy with its new role.

Maybe you shouldn't worry about that.

What time is it now? Probably almost 3 in the morning. It's still dark and he still needs his lantern. Lu Xiao Lan walked while carrying a lantern and traced the wrong track of L—eh, meaning down the grass.

So the story of this hill is not a land kayak, but a meadow is ges.

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