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The old man laughed loudly and said: "Don't look at his easy-talking appearance, but he is very proud in his bones, but he still has that vigilance, so this time you are wrong in judging people!"

"No way?" the potted pig asked in disbelief.

"At least he's like this with me. To be specific, you have to get in touch with him yourself to understand!" The old man pondered for a moment, but he still didn't speak ill of Meng Zhe in front of the potted plants.

"You old guy, why did he act like this in front of you? Don't you have any clues in your heart?" Potted scolded.

"Old man, it's almost time to part, can't you save me some face at the end?" the old man asked sadly.

"We've been fighting each other for so many years. When did we lose face for each other? Winning or losing is a matter of siblings. Taking advantage of this being the last time we fight against you, I decided to win the last one!" Potted plant on the soil He drew a sneer expression, which made the old man very annoyed.

"Okay you old man, don't think I won't hate you because you saved me before! Do you remember that after your first transformation, you were wearing nothing and dangling in front of the girl you admired , Is it something that scares people so much that they dare not come to play?"

The whole body of the potted plant trembled, and the intensity of writing was decidedly increased a lot: "Okay, you are so old, I wanted to save you some face and let us have a sense of parting ceremony. It's just your appearance, but I didn't expect you to be so stubborn, if that's the case, then don't blame me for being rude!"

"Then do you still remember the scene when you confessed to the person you like for the first time? At that time, you didn't understand anything and just wanted to confess to her, but unexpectedly, for this reason, you went to find her The most famous lyricist at that time created a first-hand confession poem for you, but that lyricist hadn’t experienced what you said, and finally recommended a famous folk song to you—"Mulan Poetry". I ran to confess my love, and the result, the result—hahahahahaha!!!!" Writing here, the potted plant wrote six "ha" characters and five exclamation points on the soil, and the body trembled even more. But this time the trembling frequency was completely different from before, this time it was a joyful trembling!

The old man's face darkened when he saw the potted plant that said "the one you like", and the more he looked at it, the darker the old man's face became. The blue veins are one by one, showing signs of attacking at any time.

"How about it, isn't this shocking enough?" In the induction of the potted plant, the mood swings of the old man at this time are pleasing to the eye, making him want to keep watching.

"Hahahaha~" The old man laughed a few times, and his face became soft as before.

The body of the potted plant could not help but move away from the old man. Its intuition told it that the old man was scary at this time.

"He wasn't like this before, could it be that he has recently used his current position to get some kind of flirty manipulation?" Bonzai thought in his heart.

Seeing the appearance of the potted plants, the old man didn't care, he just picked up the tea and took a sip, with an expression of enjoyment on his face!
At this moment, the shards of the stove that the old man used to cook things moved, and the shards arranged in different formations, all attacking the old man and the potted plants.

"Old man, what the hell are you doing?" Potted Plant quickly wrote on the ground.

The old man looked up at the sky at a melancholy 45-degree angle: "I didn't do anything!"

"Are these fragments powerful?" the potted plant wrote on the ground.

"Not big, at least for me, not big!" The old man said leisurely.

"I'll go to your big field!" At first, the potted plant was quite relaxed after hearing what the old man said, and didn't move a bit, but when it heard the second part of the old man's words, it couldn't even care about the pot it was in. Pull out the roots and run.

A knowing smile appeared on the old man's face: "That's great!"

After lamenting and playing, the old man picked up the teacup again and took a big sip, no matter what it was, he was very happy now, so it was a celebration.

In order not to hurt these fragments, the old man also laid a buffer barrier around his body to minimize the anti-suppressive force of the fragments, but for the potted plants, he had no intention of saving the potted plants whose roots had been pulled out. No, just watch happily.

Needless to say, although potted plants use roots to run, their speed is really not slow. Three or four roots are twisted into a thick root to reduce the impact of the air. Some kind of method throws those fragments away for a certain distance, causing them to dance restlessly in the air.

The old man felt a little uncomfortable, moved his fingers invisible, and a tiny air current wrapped around the edges of those fragments, making them stagnate in the air.

Potted thought that his escape plan was very successful, and he was thinking to himself: "When my cultivation base recovers, I must practice this method to the fullest, and there is no way for others to beat me up!"

Just as it was thinking of a better future, a sharp piercing sound came from behind it, and the potted plant didn't care, thinking happily: "This old man obviously wants to make me look ugly, but this way You can't fool me!"

Bang, click, there was only a heavy impact, and then there was another cracking sound, and finally there was a painful scream, which made people shudder: "Old and immortal, you, Yin, I ~"

Most of the resin of the potted plant was mercilessly peeled off by debris, and several roots were broken, causing the potted plant to fall to the ground in pain and scream in pain.

The old man's face was full of surprises, and he didn't expect that these fragments were so powerful, and the wind was strong enough to cut off the old man's branches and roots.

The old man smiled wryly, and sighed in his heart: "This time I went too far!"

His face was full of apologetic expressions, he waved his hand and shot the potted plant into Shou Mo, bursts of milky white light flashed on his palm, the wound on the potted plant was healing at an extremely slow speed.

"Let's talk, how should I compensate me this time? I was injured in the first place, and my recovery was slow. In the end, it was because of you, an old bastard, that my injury that was already healed recurred again. My branches are all gone, and my roots are also missing a third, do you know that my roots are hard to regenerate?" Potted wrote on the old man's palm with scarred roots.

"Well, ahem, I didn't know that these fragments would be so powerful! At first I just wanted to see these fragments make you look ugly, but I didn't expect these fragments to be so powerful. This was also my negligence, it was my fault. Wrong!" The old man explained embarrassingly.