Chapter 42
Chapter 42: Taking Big Scissors To Jiang Tea Tea’s Belly, Don’t Want The Baby?
Jiang Tea Tea was dumbfounded: [????]
[Come on, she had spent spiritual power to create a disguise, used invisibility and teleportation, worked so hard just to eat one full meal and collect some natural organic fertilizer, and halfway through everything had to be ruined by that big golden dragon who had kicked her stomach?]
[What kind of grudge did he have against her, to grab onto this one tree and wreck her again and again?]
[If she did not show her power, did they really think she was some sickly tree?]
Deputy Officer Ai answered respectfully: “Yes!”
Right after that, several fully armed people in white protective suits, their faces and hands hidden, appeared around the heap of three-headed giant python corpses.
They opened the large cases in their hands, took out tools, and got ready to take samples from the cuts on the three-headed giant python bodies.
Jiang Tea Tea was like a little cabbage in the freezing winter wind. She floated above the mountain of food, not even rooted yet, swaying in the wind, pitiful and miserable, not daring to move at all, afraid of drawing the big golden dragon’s attention.
But things never went as she wished. On top of a whole heap of three-headed giant python corpses, even a mini green tea girl tree still stood out like a crane among chickens, like a goose in a flock of ducks. She was eye catching.
One of the staff taking samples let out a surprised sound: “Eh, look, what is that on the three-headed giant python’s body, a small green tree with roots?”
Another staff member said: “Yeah, a little green tree with roots. The leaves are so green, the branches so thin, its growth is so standard. It is just the type a horticulturalist would love.”
When Chong Ming heard the sampling staff, his golden eyes turned and landed on the tiny green tree standing on the giant serpent corpse in the mountain estate. It was about as tall as his palm, with one main trunk, four small branches, and countless roots waving in the wind.
Chong Ming gave Deputy Officer Ai a glance.
Deputy Officer Ai was about to step forward to pick up the little tree when Chong Ming stopped him: “Wait, I will get it myself.”
Deputy Officer Ai stopped where he was and also signaled for the sampling staff not to move for now.
Chong Ming jumped up on the spot, heading straight for the top of the pile of three-headed giant python corpses. Just as his long, well-defined hand was about to touch the tiny green tree, the tree tilted to one side, dodged his hand, and rolled down from the python corpse.
His hand closed on empty air. He stared for a moment, then followed after the little green tree. Before it could hit the ground, he caught it in his hand.
Jiang Tea Tea was speechless: […]
[The throat of her fate was pinched in his hand. She could not let him find out she was a living, conscious tree, so she could only play dead.]
[Ahhh, she was already playing dead, so why did this stinky hand still keep turning her body over and over, tugging at her roots, flicking her leaves, and even lifting her to his nose to sniff?]
[She was a tree, a tree, not some reproductive organ blooming with perfume. What was there to smell? Pervert. He was a total pervert.]
Deputy Officer Ai watched his own Your Highness turning the tiny tree over and over, then came to his side and asked softly: “Your Highness, is there something special about this little tree? Do we still keep taking samples from the three-headed giant python?”
Chong Ming held the tiny tree in his hand and lifted his eyes to Deputy Officer Ai: “Keep taking samples. After you finish, destroy the giant python corpses and disinfect the area, in case the parasites in the python scales mutate.”
Deputy Officer Ai answered: “Yes!”
Chong Ming looked around, walked to a place without three-headed giant python corpses or blood and flesh, and took a bucket and a shovel out of his space knob storage device. He pushed aside the rotting leaves and dug up the damp soil.
Jiang Tea Tea: [???]
[What was going on? He was going to plant her in a bucket?]
[Was that right? Was that even reasonable?]
[In a normal person’s mind, shouldn’t he bury her in place, let her grow freely, and let her become a towering tree that reached the sky?]
[The key point was that she could not run anyway. That damn big golden dragon held her in one hand and shoveled mud with the other.]
[She was so doomed. She had not even eaten her fill and had now thrown herself in too. Nothing good ever happened when she ran into this thing.]
In less than ten minutes, Jiang Tea Tea was planted in the bucket. On top of that, this bastard Chong Ming even dug up a bug from the ground on purpose and put it into the bucket, saying: “Plants need bugs to keep the soil’s ecosystem in balance, improve the soil’s fertility, and help break down organic matter.”
He added: “I will put one bug in for you first. I already checked this bug. It has no toxins and is just an ordinary bug that lives in this tropical rainforest.”
Jiang Tea Tea: [!!!!]
[Ordinary, ordinary, ordinary his ancestors for eighteen generations, ordinary, my foot. What mental hospital had this lunatic escaped from, to stand here talking to a tree?]
[What tree liked bugs? She could break down organic fertilizer by herself. Why did she need a bug crawling around her roots, wriggling back and forth, pooping under her, eyeing her roots?]
[He was a sick pervert, was he not? Was he just trying to force her to play dead in front of him?]
Chong Ming put away the shovel, picked up the bucket, and stepped onto a hover flying device.
The hover flying device rose into the air. The hatch of the invisible super warship opened. He flew straight in, with Deputy Officer Ai following behind.
The huge super warship’s interior, many times more luxurious than the First Army Corps’s ship, passed scene after scene before Jiang Tea Tea’s eyes.
When they reached the ship’s command room, she was set down on a table. Her view was wide. She saw that in the command room, countless male and female staff members in combat uniforms were working in an orderly way, their expressions serious and their eyes calm.
Various galaxy maps, star sea maps, and planet maps each had their own screen. With one glance, she could see them all.
The full-coverage surveillance image of the entire tropical primitive planet was there, along with the real-time surveillance feeds of the command rooms of thirty army corps, and the real-time surveillance of students from thirty military academies. There were also thermal images of the drill instructor teams and the student teams, bright red and blue, crossing over each other on one giant screen.
As a tea tree spirit who had cultivated to the great demon stage, Jiang Tea Tea was already a natural talent. After absorbing the fake young miss’s learning talent, it was no exaggeration to say she had perfect recall.
She was working hard to look at the giant screen and memorize the distribution of the drill instructors when Chong Ming, sitting in the command chair, reached out and touched her leaves.
It felt like she was undergoing a nine heavens lightning tribulation. Jiang Tea Tea almost could not hold back from shaking her branches and green leaves.
[He touched her!]
[She was dirty now!]
[Too much, too much, way too much. This old mud loach had gone too far.]
[First he planted her in a bucket and threw a bug in.]
[The bug crawled onto her roots and gnawed on them, and now his itchy hand was stroking her green leaves.]
[This was something a man might stand, but a tree would not. A great demon stage tree from the demon realm would never give in. She would play dead for him to see.]
Jiang Tea Tea acted as soon as she decided. Her leaves, so green they almost scared people, quickly turned yellow and curled under Chong Ming’s long fingers.
There was no autumn wind, yet the yellowing, curled leaves fell from the thin little branches.
In the blink of an eye, only one main trunk and four bare little branches were left, yellow like they had already dried out.
Chong Ming’s brows drew together. He quickly pulled his hand back, lifted the bucket, and left the command room. He went to the healing department: “Minister Lu, help me check what is going on with this plant.”
“Yes!” Minister Lu of the healing department answered, took the bucket, put it on the table, put on gloves, and checked it over. Then he reported respectfully: “Commander in Chief, this little tree has withered and died.”
Chong Ming stared at the bare, yellow, withered little tree: “Impossible. Just a little more than ten minutes ago, its roots were very developed and its branches and leaves were green.”
Minister Lu took out a pair of scissors and aimed at the middle of Jiang Tea Tea’s main trunk: “Commander in Chief, to see whether it has completely died, we can only cut open its trunk and branches. If the inside of the trunk is still green, we will know.”