Han Yinyue looked dumbstruck at Fang Lin, particularly the strange ginseng sprouting legs and a face that was in his hand, the latter was still letting out pig-like screams.
Both human and ginseng stared idly at each other, speechless for a long while.
Fang Lin, who recovered quickly, immediately hid the "Thousand-year Corpse Ginseng" under his buttocks and awkwardly said to Han Yinyue, "What brought young miss here?"
"You jerk! Dare sit on me, I'll kick you to death! I'll kick you to death!" The Thousand-year Corpse Ginseng that Fang Lin sat on was yelling in rage, its legs kicking nonstop.
With an odd look on her face, Han Yinyue looked at Fang Lin and the ginseng under his buttocks, and couldn't help but ask, "What is this thing?"
The Thousand-year Corpse Ginseng shouted, "I am a thousand-year-old ginseng! Do you know what a ginseng is, little girl?"
"Shut up!" Fang Lin gave it a hard smack.
