"And it's not only the seeds that Second Uncle gave. The seeds that City Lord Luge of Shuwang City gave have basically all been planted." The little treant wagged his leaves while inquiring, "Master, Master, do you have anything else you want Qiuqiu to plant?"
Qiao Mu couldn't help but laugh. She had wanted to remark "what else more did she have to plant" when she suddenly thought of something.
A seed appeared at her fingertip, and she presented it to the treant's branches. "What kind of seed is this?"
"Ah, it looks like the seed of a spiritual tea."
Mo Lian's eyelid jerked when he heard this, and he cleared his throat. "Is it that seed you picked up from the House of Treasures last time?"
"Mhm, my younger sister gave it to me that time I pocketed five million."
Mo Lian: …
What to do, he suddenly really wanted to laugh.
This little fellow was a riot!
