"It's interesting." Obviously, Qingrong was very interested and had no intention of explaining his doubts.

Before Mo Qinglan could say anything, a black branch stretched out from the side and took away the layer of "moss".

Mo Qinglan could see that this branch was not originally black, but was the manifestation of pollution energy infection on the branch.

The almost substantial pollution energy adheres to the surface of the branches, flashing with a strange black light from time to time, indicating that it is "not easy to mess with".

Qing Rong rolled the "moss" into a ball and wrapped it with black branches. The next moment, it stretched out, and the grass ball that was still full of vitality now turned into a pool of black mucus, exuding a putrid smell.

When Mo Qinglan wanted to see any changes in its branches, Qingrong put it away.

"It's a good thing, and it deserves to be his child. However, I just raised it according to its normal cycle, without seeds..." Its voice hesitated.

"It's the result of an experiment. They won't have seeds." Mo Qinglan replied, feeling a little uneasy. It was obvious that Qingrong valued the plants.

"That's it." Qing Rong solved the puzzle and threw the pool of liquid with no apparent original appearance and fell to the ground. The ground seemed to be scalded by boiling water, with fine bubbles rising.

It found that Mo Qinglan was still looking at it, seemingly uneasy, and guessed what he was thinking.

"Don't worry, I've never seen the varieties of grass seeds you have. I sense that they have no chance of awakening, so it doesn't matter whether they have seeds or not." As soon as it finished speaking, it asked again:

"Can you tell me where you found these seeds?"

"I got them accidentally during my exile. I don't know their origin." Mo Qinglan did not intend to expose the existence of the system.

"Good luck, much better than your father."

Although Mo Qinglan had never seen Qingrong's "features", with the mental power he had cultivated under the guidance of the system, he was still keenly aware of an invisible attention surrounding him.

He knew that Qingrong was "looking" at him.

Qingrong was indeed looking at Mo Qinglan, but more importantly, she was recalling Mo's father through Mo Qinglan.

If Mo's mother is the illegitimate daughter of the goddess of luck, then Mo's father may be the reincarnation of the broom star. At least his level of unlucky is unmatched by any living thing among the people and plants Qingrong has ever seen.

Therefore, it was unexpected but reasonable for them to encounter a pollution outbreak in the usually safe northern border.

When Qingrong first woke up, he witnessed Mo's father's misfortune with his own eyes.

After all, if he leans against a tree casually, it will fall down, and it will hit him with a snake. If he walks to the side, he will fall to the ground and fall into a pit. This is really the only one he has seen.

Fortunately, Mo's mother stayed with him, otherwise, Qing Rong felt that with his unlucky level, he would probably be sent away with just a sneeze.

However, his talent is contrary to his luck. It is astonishingly high. Otherwise, it would be impossible for a discerning person to know someone fishy at a glance, and he would suddenly build a laboratory for himself and lead several big projects.

You know, Interstellar's control over laboratories is notoriously strict. Not only setting up a laboratory of your own, but also joining a long-established laboratory to work on projects is "difficult."

What a pity...

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