Initiating a Plant Revolution in the Otherworld

Chapter 164 The Most Painful Thing in Life Is Than This

After sitting down, the nun regretted it.

The battle of the gods continues, but there is an extra dog-headed military division on her side.

"Why is there 'one stick' but not 'four sticks' here?"

"You have four of the same, why don't you just slash?"

"She hits "six laps" why don't you eat?"

"Why didn't you just win directly?"

The nun took pictures of Sylvie's "desire". Every time Sylvie asked a question, she immediately played cards according to Sylvie's thinking, and she didn't win the last hand...

After several Waterloos in succession, Sylvie finally realized her problem, so she immediately shut up.

Then the nun immediately won a hand, completely confirming Sylvie's title as a dog-headed military advisor...

"Sorry, how much money you lost in this game, it's mine." Sylvie tried to make up for her mistakes in her own way.

As a result, the nun murmured, "What we gamble is not money, but time."

"Ah?" Sylvie was taken aback for a moment, not understanding what kind of mechanism this "gambling time" was.

Have the nuns found a way to cut and share their time by taking advantage of the gods?

Isn't this nonsense...

"It's time to harvest the leaves." The nun said shyly, "The reserve price is 1 minute, and the loser has to work for the winner."

Sylvie was suddenly lost in thought.

Seeing this, the nun who was winning all the time next to her said quickly, "Let's just play plain this round, and we won't bet on time."

"That's right, that's right, it's just for this round." The other two immediately agreed.

Sylvie herself didn't have a better idea, so she just nodded.

She doesn't care about losing face if she just helps the nuns harvest the leaves. The nuns have different brain circuits in this respect.

But after all, she can't be too far away from His Royal Highness Ron, she must always ensure His Highness's safety, and it is impossible to stay at the House of Prayer to receive punishment.

"Sister Sylvie, I don't gamble for anything this round anyway, why don't you finish it for me?" The nun could see that Sylvie was thin-skinned, so she quickly got up and gave up her seat again.

No matter what she said this time, she couldn't make Sister Sylvie shirk her.

Sylvie looked at the vacant chair in front of her again, feeling very moved.

She coughed twice to hide her embarrassment, and walked to the chair to sit down: "Then I'll play a few games first..."

"Sylvie! Time to go!"

Ron's voice came from the door of the prayer house, making Sylvie, who was about to drop her buttocks, stiffen.

She looked at the gods fighting for hegemony in front of her, and at the "ear of rice" card turned over on the table, she had no choice but to get up slowly, feeling a little regret in her heart.

She walked towards the door and sighed when she saw the nun sitting on the throne again.

There was once an opportunity in front of her, but she didn't cherish it, and regretted it after losing it. There is nothing more painful than this in life.

"What's wrong? Feeling so low?" Ron looked at her strangely.

"It's fine, thank you for your concern, Your Highness." Sylvie shook her head, her cheeks flushed slightly because of embarrassment.

The three got into the carriage and rushed towards the city.

The carriage was driving on the street, and Ron leaned his elbows on the window rail, watching the scene of the street receding in boredom.

Suddenly, a touch of coldness fell on his cheeks.

"Hmm..." Ron raised his hand and touched it, then looked up to the sky.

I saw tiny snowflakes falling down, like a slow-paced drizzle.

Snowing.

"Let's have hot pot tonight, does Sylvie have any ingredients you want to eat?" Ron turned his head and asked.

The two have known each other for more than a month. After living together day and night, Sylvie has roughly figured out Ron's character and temper, so she was not polite when she heard Ron ask casually:

"Chinese cabbage, bean sprouts, shiitake mushrooms, potato chips, tofu skin, enoki mushrooms, tripe..."

"Okay, I'll go buy it later." Ron nodded with a smile, and looked at Guy again, "Would you like to have dinner at the store tonight?"

"Thank you for your kindness, Your Highness." Guy shook his head and smiled, "My mother-in-law is still waiting for me to go back at home, and the food will be cold after dinner."

"Tsk." Ron was forced to be fed bo dog food, and rolled his eyes, "The seasoning that was given to you last time, ask me after you run out, I have a lot here, and the tea leaves are the same."

Guy thanked him again and again, and then praised: "The seasonings sent by His Highness are amazing. My mother-in-law used to be reluctant to eat more of her own dishes, but now we both eat a lot more."

"There's also that tea leaf. Now I'm in very good condition. My mother-in-law also said that I'm bad at night...cough cough...Well, I also said that my health is much better."

Guy stopped talking halfway, and looked at Sister Sylvie in embarrassment.

Ron suppressed a smile and said, "Well, as long as it works."

Guy got off at the intersection near his home and said goodbye to Ron and Sylvie.

Under Ron's command, the coachman drove to the vegetable market.

"Nora likes to eat fish. Buy two fish and go back and cut them into fillets."

"Yuna likes... Forget what she likes, just buy whatever she likes."

Finally, Ron and Sylvie bought the ingredients for tonight's dinner and rushed to the flower shop.

Approaching the flower shop, Ron saw a carriage parked at the door from a distance, and couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

Getting out of the car and walking into the flower shop, Ron saw Edith sitting on the edge of the coffee table, and the Elf uncle next to Edith.

In short, from the appearance, although this elf tribe maintains a racial advantage and fair complexion, it does not look like a young man.

If it was a human being, it would be about 50 to [-] years old with this appearance.

It has to be the kind that insists on exercising and maintaining it all year round.

Converted to the age of the elves, it is estimated that it is about three hundred years old.

This is the elf priest that Edith mentioned earlier, and Ron met him after the original sacrificial ceremony.

Later, the elves bought hundreds of scale vines from him, and this elf priest was also responsible for coming forward.

"His Royal Highness Ron." Edith saw Ron enter the store and immediately got up to greet him.

"Edith." Ron nodded and said hello, then looked at the elf priest, "Priest Gevill, long time no see."

"His Royal Highness Ron." Gevier drew the emblem of the God of Life on his chest, and greeted politely, "Long time no see, sorry to bother you."

"I'm sorry for coming back late. I kept you waiting for a long time. Why don't I treat the two of you to dinner as an apology." Ron was not in a hurry to talk business directly with the other party, but invited him.

Geweier looked at the sky, and naturally readily agreed, and Edith followed Ron to the living room on the second floor.

Nora took all the ingredients and carried them to the kitchen for processing.

I made a hot pot soup base and added some golden resin to it to enhance the freshness.

According to Ron's recipe, several hot pot sauces were prepared, and some spiced fir fruit powder was added to it.

Soon, the "medicated" hot pot soup base and seasonings were brought to the table.

Pujie diary: Woke up in a daze at 02:30 in the middle of the night, subconsciously took out the phone, clicked on the backstage, and saw another tipping message from the boss, starting with "1".I am very happy, even a dollar is the recognition and encouragement of the readers for me~ ten dollars can make me happy all day.As a result, he opened it and was stunned for a moment.I thought it was because my eyes were blurry after waking up, so I put on my glasses and counted carefully, yes (nodding confusedly), what the hell! (Suddenly awakened), 1234 four zeros—thanks to the rudder master of the book friend "Faith in Fengxue" for 10000 rewards! (bow~)

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