Chapter 72
Chapter 72: Little Brat’s Dad Says Little Brat’s Mom Is Really Sick
[Explode on the spot and die?]
[Is that really what she was afraid of? No. What scared her was that she wouldn’t be able to stop her spiritual power from disappearing, that she would turn back into a tea tree with a mind of its own, and other people would poop and pee on her head, pick her leaves, and study her.]
Jiang Tea Tea struggled out of Sui Xuan Chu’s arm lock and said: “Don’t worry about whether I can digest his blood, and don’t worry about me exploding and dying. Just help me call him down.”
If she had known the slap in the face would come this fast, she would never have deleted his contact number and then wiped it completely.
She didn’t dare just stand there and shout up at the sky. She was scared people would think she was crazy and cause trouble, so she could only take a roundabout route and bother her good roommate.
Sui Xuan Chu didn’t want to stand there and watch her die, so he tried to persuade her again, speaking very earnestly: “Roommate, you don’t understand my uncle. In the Zhenlin Empire, if you add up all the big clans of every race, there are hundreds of billions of clan members. The dragon clan alone has three hundred million, and they’re divided into groups by color.”
“Even though our golden dragon line only has the two of us left, my uncle’s supernatural abilities level is the highest in the dragon clan in the last two thousand years.”
“The energy in his dragon blood is naturally different from other dragons. If you’re just greedy for his blood, one cup is about the limit. Any more really won’t do. You’ll die.”
Jiang Tea Tea insisted: “I’m not afraid.”
Sui Xuan Chu felt like he was about to be beaten by her stubbornness. He took a step back and offered a compromise, even though he was conflicted: “How about this, I’ll let you taste a little of my blood…”
“Actually that might not work either. You’ve already drunk my uncle’s blood. If you drink mine too, the two might clash, and you might still end up the one dying.”
His uncle was a golden dragon, and he was also a golden dragon. His uncle was an Old Mud Loach; he was just a Little Loach. His uncle was amazing. He was only so-so, barely worth a taste.
[As long as she could drink his blood, that meant she could drink the blood of other colors of the dragon clan too. There were three hundred million dragons. Later she could find a color with a big population, quietly kill a few, and turn them into her own fertilizer. That shouldn’t be a big problem.]
Jiang Tea Tea reached back into her space knob storage device, took out an empty cup, and handed it to him: “Come on, let out some blood. I’ll taste it.”
Sui Xuan Chu: “…”
He had only been being polite with her.
She really was not polite with him at all.
Sui Xuan Chu took a step back and hugged himself with both arms: “Roommate, I said so much to you. Did none of it go into your ears?”
“My uncle’s blood has a lot of energy. My blood doesn’t. The two are easy to clash. Something bad will happen…”
“I’m not afraid, so what are you scared of?” Jiang Tea Tea took a big step right up to him and said: “Hurry up, use your speed-type ability. Just give me a little to taste.”
Sui Xuan Chu couldn’t persuade her, so he gave up trying: “Fine. If anything happens to you, don’t blame me.”
Jiang Tea Tea urged him: “Got it, just hurry.”
When Chong Ming had given Jiang Tea Tea dragon blood, he hadn’t even blinked as he sliced his wrist. It had been clean and smooth, bold and calm.
But when Sui Xuan Chu gave dragon blood, he only cut his finger and squeezed it, slowly squeezing blood into the cup, slow and not clean at all.
The smell of blood spread out and drilled into Jiang Tea Tea’s nose. As a tree she could eat anything, but when she smelled his blood, it was like smelling a foul stench she couldn’t accept. She couldn’t help it and started gagging.
Sui Xuan Chu pulled his hand back, his eyes going round: “See, what did I say? My blood and my uncle’s blood are going to clash, and you didn’t believe me.”
“You haven’t even drunk it yet. Just smelling it makes you gag. That shows my uncle’s blood in your body hasn’t been digested at all. It’s been hiding there, waiting for a chance.”
Jiang Tea Tea gagged several times, clamped a hand over her mouth and nose, stuffed the cup of Sui Xuan Chu’s fresh blood back into his arms, and backed up several steps to put distance between them.
She was glad there wasn’t much food in her stomach, so she only dry-heaved without actually throwing up, or she really would have puked all over Sui Xuan Chu’s face.
Seeing her still covering her mouth and nose, Sui Xuan Chu quickly put the cup of his dragon blood into his space knob storage device, then waved his hands hard through the air, trying to fan away the leftover blood smell: “Is that a little better?”
The bloody smell slowly faded away in the cold air and disappeared.
Jiang Tea Tea stopped gagging and looked at Sui Xuan Chu with a judging gaze.
[So she couldn’t drink his blood. Was it because he was too weak and so-so, not up to the taste of a Great Demon stage like her, or because, just like he said, she had already drunk his uncle’s blood so she couldn’t even stand to smell his?]
Sui Xuan Chu met Jiang Tea Tea’s look and immediately demanded: “What kind of look is that? I already told you my blood isn’t for drinking. You insisted on it. Now you can’t drink it and you blame me?”
Jiang Tea Tea pulled back her judging gaze, lifted her foot and slipped past him as she said: “Please tell your uncle I’m waiting for him at the usual place. Thanks.”
Sui Xuan Chu: “???”
[The usual place? What did that mean? The two of them had met alone behind his back and even had a secret base? In the end, who was his beloved nephew?]
Jiang Tea Tea drove a land flying device to the entrance of the Deep Sea where she had gone fishing and met Chong Ming for the first time. She sat on a small stool, leaned her back against the flying device, and swung her crossed legs.
She really couldn’t figure it out. She, the only tree in the tea tree family that had cultivated to adulthood, had transmigrated into the interstellar era, and now her spiritual power had dropped to less than twenty percent, and she had even become picky and delicate.
Dragon blood was such a great tonic, yet she was picking and choosing and couldn’t even stand the smell. Back home in the Demon Realm, never mind a dragon willingly bleeding for her. Even if a dragon got hurt and a single drop of blood fell to the ground, she could fight a whole group of little demons to the death just to lick that one drop.
Jiang Tea Tea let out a long sigh, crossed her arms over her chest, and closed her eyes to rest. [Sigh, not even twenty percent of her spiritual power left. This was going to kill her.]
She didn’t know how much time had passed when she heard movement beside her. She opened her eyes and slowly turned her head, only to see that at some point Chong Ming had already come and was now sitting next to her, taking out his fishing tackle box, opening it, and putting together his fishing rod.
[Look at that. With less than twenty percent of her spiritual power, she couldn’t even sense it when someone stronger than her came and sat right next to her unless they made a sound first.]
Chong Ming put the rod together piece by piece without even lifting his head as he asked: “What are you looking at? Where’s your fishing rod?”
Jiang Tea Tea answered: “The fish already came on their own. I don’t need a rod.”
Chong Ming’s hands didn’t stop moving. He glanced at her and asked: “Tomorrow is the second round of the Supremacy Tournament. Why are you looking for me now?”
Jiang Tea Tea raised an eyebrow: “Your good nephew didn’t tell you?”
Chong Ming replied: “No. He just said you were waiting for me at the usual place.”
Jiang Tea Tea let out a long breath and sighed: “Ai, life is hard. Getting enough to eat is even harder.”
[As a green tea girl tree, she had already brewed tea for others to drink and brewed herself to death. That was shameful enough. If she starved to death next, how could she still have any face?]
Hearing that, Chong Ming’s brows drew together slightly. His gaze went over her again from head to toe, finally stopping on her flat stomach. In a calm, deep voice he said: “Schoolmate Jiang Tea Tea, as far as I know, whether it’s beastman males or beastman females, none of them can eat as much as you.”
“Among pure human females and males, there isn’t a single person who can eat dozens of jin, even over a hundred jin, of meat in one meal like you. You can eat that much and still say you’re hungry. Are you sure you really aren’t sick?”