The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?!-Chapter 1210 - 753: Is the French Plane Tree Male or Female? (2)

Chapter 1210: Chapter 753: Is the French Plane Tree Male or Female? (2)

"Is Miss Rong asking about my face or my body?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"Both."

"As for my face, it was just scraped off by the Blood Sea Grinding Disc and hasn’t grown back yet. My body had a mishap at work and got chopped off, so I installed an artificial body for now."

He said in a matter-of-fact manner.

"Mr. Liu is really going through a lot."

Ouyegong said sympathetically.

"No choice, born with a tough fate. By the way, if Miss Rong has time, I can tell you about my tomb raiding experience. It’s quite amusing."

Liu Zheng remembered and said.

Since there’s no chance to introduce her to nightingale and the others for now, I’ll just tell her a story.

"Sure, sure, let’s go to my room then."

Ouyegong said happily.

"Ahem!"

Ouyegan coughed loudly twice in the workshop.

"Lalalala~"

Ouyegong made a playful face toward the workshop.

"Then let’s go to the hall."

Nonetheless, she changed her words.

"Alright. By the way, I’m a bit hungry, do you have anything to eat?"

Liu Zheng asked shamelessly.

"Yes, yes. Why don’t you sit in the hall first, I’ll go get something."

Ouyegong said.

He obeyed and sat down in the hall, and soon Ouyegong pushed over a cart full of snacks and drinks.

"I thought you might cook something yourself."

Liu Zheng said in surprise.

"Huh? Why would you think that? I’ve never been in the kitchen."

Ouyegong replied, puzzled.

"Because I felt like girls with ’Rong’ in their name must be great cooks. Never mind, can I have all these?"

He asked.

"Yes, they’re all for you. My dad bought me a warehouse of snacks, I can’t finish them."

Ouyegong said generously.

Unlike Ma Baoli, Ouyegong can’t go out due to her health condition, so Ouyegan indulges her as much as possible.

"Isn’t your dad worried you’ll gain weight?"

Liu Zheng teased.

"Not at all, the Sword Qi inside me consumes a lot of energy. Even if I lie down doing nothing all day, I need to eat a lot."

Ouyegong said.

"Oh~"

He casually grabbed a bag of chips-like snack and started eating.

"Ugh..."

After two bites, he regretted it.

It was supposed to be a dry chip, but in his mouth, it had the consistency of mucus, and tasted like it too.

"Hehe, this is the highest-calorie snack I picked. Mr. Liu has quite the luck!"

Ouyegong laughed.

"And the worst-tasting, right?"

He said with a straight face.

"Mr. Liu is really smart."

Ouyegong praised.

"Haha."

After eating a few bags of snacks, Liu Zheng began telling her about his tomb raiding adventures.

Considering the time, he tried to simplify the story, but the process was still exciting and thrilling.

"Since the villagers inside are all craftsmen, why don’t they just focus on their skills? Once they master their craft like my dad, they can naturally defeat the Heavenly Martial King and leave the tomb."

Ouyegong asked after listening to the story.

"Some levels can’t be achieved just by accumulating time, not even thousands of years. And the ability to enjoy the process of mastering the craft itself is a sign of genius."

Liu Zheng replied.

"Alright."

Ouyegong nodded, half-understanding. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

"Well, it’s time for me to go, or I might lose my head later."

He looked at the time and said.

"Please wait a moment, sir."

Ouyegong quickly left, then returned with another cart of snacks and drinks.

"It’s just a small token, I hope you don’t mind."

She said, blinking.

"I don’t mind at all, I love it."

Liu Zheng didn’t hold back and packed the snacks and drinks into the Qiankun Ring.

Since he was a bit tired of main courses, snacking was a nice change in flavor, and he gained more treats to share as well.

"See you!"

He left the Sword Casting Workshop and drove back to the restaurant.

"How did it go? Did you get it?"

As soon as he returned to the lounge, Niu Ma asked.

"Is it this one?"

Liu Zheng took out the "Transplanting Flower and Wood."

"That’s it. What did you trade for it?"

Niu Ma asked again.

"With this."

He pointed at the cloak behind him.

"Tsk, they actually let you buy on credit, you must have some connection with that tree. Wait, is that tree male or female?"

Niu Ma suddenly realized he’d overlooked a key question.

"Aren’t trees hermaphrodites?"

Liu Zheng replied casually.

"Damn, that’s sneaky! No way, I have to add that tree!"

Niu Ma sprang up from the stack of hay and dashed out of the lounge.

"...Nutcase."

He rolled his eyes, taking out a game console to play.

I must say, tentacles might have some advantages in combat, but for everyday life, human hands are more practical.

For instance, playing games: one hand can press five buttons simultaneously with five fingers, while tentacles can at most press two or three, often leading to accidental touches.

Of course, tentacles also have their advantages, like scrubbing backs or, well, other things.

After playing for a while, Niu Ma still hadn’t returned, leaving it unclear where his ventures had led.

"Hey, someone called asking for you, should I give them your number?"

Panda called.

"Which person?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"It’s the one who can discharge electricity."

Panda replied.

"Oh, then go ahead."

"Got it."

Panda hung up, and soon another call came in.

"I’m Ma Baoli of the Primordial Tai Chi Sect."

Connecting the call, the other party spoke first.

"I’m Liu Zheng. What do you need?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"You promised to help my dad with his ailment."

Ma Baoli said.

"Sure. I happen to need your help with something too. If you’re in a rush, you can order takeaway yourself; if not, you can wait until I deliver food to find you."

He said.

"Then I’ll wait for you."

Ma Baoli hesitated a moment and said.

Although another takeaway wouldn’t kill her, it wouldn’t help assert her strength.

Ma Fuguo has been sick for so long anyway, a couple more days won’t make a difference.

"Since I’ll have to wait for orders, why don’t you tell me how your dad got sick in the meantime?"

Liu Zheng suggested.

"Is there anyone around you?"

Ma Baoli asked.

"No, human or otherwise."

He looked around the lounge and said.

"Then you must swear not to disclose it to any third party."

Ma Baoli said.

"Alright, I swear I won’t tell anyone about what you tell me, or else I’ll go and gorge myself in the Underwater River."

Liu Zheng raised three fingers and said.

"What a deadly oath. Okay, I trust you. Several months ago, my dad attended a martial arts seminar, and when he returned, he became like this; every day he neither eats nor drinks, not talking to anyone, just mumbling things like ’all fake’, ’all deceivers’.

"Eventually, he couldn’t speak at all, just staring at the ceiling every day without sleeping, eyes wide open. I tried many ways to keep his vital signs stable, but I can’t let him live like a walking dead forever."

Ma Baoli said.

"What’s the cause? Was he brain-damaged by someone, poisoned, or something else?"

He asked.

"My dad didn’t tell me what martial arts seminar he attended, so I couldn’t ask anyone. I’ve done my best to find out that he might have lost a duel."

Ma Baoli said.

"Maybe someone played dirty in a duel, and that person has a high status, so others are covering up for him?"

Liu Zheng speculated.

"I think that’s very likely."

Ma Baoli nodded repeatedly.

"But wouldn’t it be easier to just finish him off? It’s normal to have casualties in duels, right?"

He questioned.

"No, traditional martial arts are already at a disadvantage in the Metropolis, we tend to stick together. Even if there’s conflict requiring bloodshed, a death contract is necessary."

Ma Baoli shook her head.

"Doesn’t your dad have any friends with high status in the martial arts circle? You could ask them."

Liu Zheng said.

"My dad usually has quite a mouth and tends to preach, so..."

Ma Baoli said with some difficulty.