My ex-girlfriend thought I was poor, so I made 100 million by betting on stones.

"You speak as if you are not going to poach people now."

Zhao Zhuwei looked at him with contempt.

Yang Feng spread his hands and said, "Okay, whatever you say. Anyway, I think this situation is 80% sure that it will succeed."

"I still despise you."

Zhao Zhuwei said it without hesitation.

In fact, only Zhao Zhuwei and other close friends would play around with Yang Feng like this every day.

The reason why Yang Feng likes his home is that he doesn’t feel that the outside world is dangerous most of the time.

But he felt that only when he was at home could he find the feeling he once had.

The feeling of being treated as an ordinary person and being able to speak to him without restraint.

The two returned to Jiangcheng.

at home.

After parking the car.

Yang Feng and Zhao Zhuwei walked into the hall.

Yang Feng immediately ran upstairs, took down a small shovel, and said, "I want to plant two more trees in my backyard. Come and help me."

“You still want to plant trees?”

"Well, I planted some when I went back to my hometown this time, but luckily I brought back a lot of seeds, so after thinking about it, I decided to plant two trees here."

Yang Feng actually realized it suddenly.

It is easy to encounter natural disasters in my hometown.

But here in Jiangcheng, the facilities are complete.

It will be less easily destroyed by natural disasters and will be safer.

Zhao Zhuwei also remembered something at this time and said, "Oh, right, didn't you say you would perform magic for me before?"

"I don't think it's possible in my hometown. The flood just passed and the soil is too soft."

Yang Feng shook his head and said, "But it's OK here. Go get me a basin of water, and move two stones from the utility room upstairs. I'll go dig the hole."

"You evil capitalist, you actually let me work for you."

"Do you still want to see the magic?"

"Well...I'll go move the rocks."

Zhao Zhuwei immediately ran upstairs again.

Yang Feng looked at her back, smiled, then turned and ran to the backyard.

In fact, when this villa was first bought, the front yard and back yard were quite large.

But as time passed, Yang Feng planted a lot of things in the front and back yards.

For example, the tea tree before and the earliest fairy tree.

Now these trees have grown to five or six meters tall.

With the addition of other trees used for cover, the originally spacious yard has almost become a small forest.

Fortunately, the soil here is fertile, so although these trees compete for nutrients, Yang Feng can still keep them alive.

He found a vacant space and dug two large holes.

Then he took out the fruit tree seeds he brought from Chu Village from his pocket.

He placed the seeds in the two large holes and filled them with water.

Zhao Zhuwei had already brought over the stones and a large bucket of water.

Seeing her struggling, he put a bucket of water on the ground, then stared at Yang Feng with gritted teeth and said, "If I don't see magic today, I will bite you!"

Zhao Zhuwei's cheeks were filled with resentment.

She always felt like she was being cheated.

Yang Feng laughed and said, "You'll know in a moment. Try pouring water into this pit."

He pointed to a large hole that had just been filled.

Zhao Zhuwei struggled to carry the water over again, and then tilted the bucket.

As the water in the bucket continued to pour into it.

Yang Feng also placed a stone with green spiritual energy next to it.

After he split the stone with his bare hands, the green spiritual energy inside came out.

"It's just like breaking a rock with bare hands."

Zhao Zhuwei looked at him with disdain.

She thought this was what Yang Feng wanted to perform for her.

"Watch the pit carefully."

Yang Feng didn't explain, but just smiled smugly.

Zhao Zhuwei was skeptical and looked into the pit.

The next moment.

She suddenly saw something shaking in the earth pit where she had been pouring water.

There was something wrong with Zhao Zhuwei.

Immediately afterwards, a small sapling was seen suddenly breaking through the soil at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"This is!"

Zhao Zhuwei opened her eyes wide with an incredible expression.

Yang Feng stood by and smiled, but didn't say anything.

Zhao Zhuwei could only watch the sapling continue to grow.

In almost a breath, the sapling grew a little bigger.

Zhao Zhuwei just watched the saplings grow branches and leaves after breaking through the soil, and finally gradually grow taller.

As time passed a few minutes.

The tree's amazing growth finally stopped.

Zhao Zhuwei looked in disbelief at the tree in front of her that was already more than half a meter tall.

"How... how is it possible?!"

Zhao Zhuwei was confused.

Yang Feng had just planted a seed, how could it grow to this size so quickly?!

She felt like her brain was shutting down.

Soon, Zhao Zhuwei seemed to have discovered something and asked suspiciously, "No! Could it be that you buried the tree long ago and then secretly let it out when I was watering it?"

She felt that there must be a principle behind magic.

"You seem unconvinced."

Yang Feng spread his hands.

"There's a pit next to it, I have to keep an eye on it!"

Zhao Zhuwei didn't believe that Yang Feng could really turn a seed into such a tree.

Yang Feng naturally didn't care. He continued to cultivate the next tree as he had done before.

This time, Zhao Zhuwei opened her eyes wide.

She tried her best to find Yang Feng's flaws.

But when the tree grew again, Zhao Zhuwei still felt incredible.

In particular, you can see the growth process of branches and leaves, which is definitely not something hidden in advance.

Zhao Zhuwei stood there in a daze, looking at Yang Feng, then at the tree that had just grown.

Yang Feng coughed dryly and said, "Do you understand this magic trick?"

“No…I don’t understand.”

Zhao Zhuwei admitted it very reluctantly.

Then, she remembered something and said immediately, "Wait! I heard Sister Nightingale say before that you ancient warriors can use illusions. You can't..."

"Boom!"

Yang Feng knocked her head in annoyance and said speechlessly: "I am just showing off to you, do I really need to use illusion on you?"

"Then...what's going on?"

"Want to know?"

"miss you!"

Zhao Zhuwei answered without hesitation.

Yang Feng coughed dryly and said, "When I feel better in the future, I might tell you."

"Hey, you!"

"If you scold me, I might be in a bad mood."

"I……"

Zhao Zhuwei swallowed back what she was about to say.

She immediately put on a flattering expression, followed Yang Feng and said with a smile: "Yang Feng, don't be like this, please, tell me, how did you do that just now?"

As they talked, they returned to the hall.

Yang Feng sat down on the sofa like a landlord, stretched his body and said, "I don't know why, but it feels a little cold today. I want to drink some stew."

"I'll do it for you!"

Zhao Zhuwei turned around without hesitation and went back to the kitchen.

Just at this time, Yang Feng's phone rang.

When Yang Feng saw the caller ID, his expression changed slightly.

This is Guo Haihong calling.

He wouldn't normally contact me like this.