Dress like a barren planet

"Because there are healing devices in the interstellar era."

"...Then why didn't you remind me to change to a healing device?" Ye Sheng choked with 116 subconsciously while feeding the hungry tiger cub.

"You didn't ask, host."

"If you don't tell me, how would I know?"

"Okay, I will remember to tell you next time, host."

"...Okay, okay, they've already been changed anyway." It was too late to change, not to mention it was my own fault, I didn't figure it out, and subconsciously changed the medicine and gauze.

"Host."

"What's the matter?"

"Actually, even if I tell you, you can't afford to change it."

"……piss off!"

While Ye Sheng patted the little tiger's stomach, he gave 116 a supercilious look.

The other two roots carefully applied medicine to the little tiger and tied gauze. Anyway, he didn't know how to tie it, so he had to wrap it a few more times, and finally tied a small bow with difficulty.

"Hi'er~" The little tiger burped out a fragrant milk, and sprayed out a small milk foam from his nose.

"Full?" Ye Sheng looked at the bottle with no drops left, touched the little tiger's chubby belly, and nodded in satisfaction, "When we're full, let's go out and see if little Bai Yang is still there. After a night, we don't know." Are you still alive?"

After knowing the effect of the growth agent on the eighth-level civilization, Ye Sheng didn't dare to use his mental strength to investigate the situation of Xiao Baiyang. He always felt uncomfortable if he didn't confirm it with his own eyes.

"Woo~"

good~

Ye Sheng put the little milk tiger on the growth rings, got up and lifted the fragments of the mecha's chest that were randomly covered.

"Huh... finally came out again."

Although the mech is good, it still doesn't have the sun and sand in front of Ye Sheng to make Ye Sheng comfortable.

The little tiger looked left and right curiously, flicking its little tail tied with a bowknot. The sun around seven o'clock is considered mild on this planet, but the little tiger still felt a little hot from the sun.

Ye Sheng led the little tiger to the little white poplar that was still standing upright, and patted the trunk with his own hands. It didn't become stiff, and the inside didn't rot, which meant it was still alive!

"116, no change." Ye Sheng exhaled, fortunately, otherwise, if the first such tall plant on this planet disappears, there will really be no place for shade in the future.

"Congratulations to the host, you can continue planting."

Excitedly, Ye Sheng was about to take out the seeds and potion, but a tail appeared in front of his eyes, and then it was taken back wobbly.

"Oh," Ye Sheng sighed, stopped holding the seed, hugged the little tiger, stroked/stroked its head and said softly: "Good boy, it's hot outside, first go inside the mech to hide from the sun."

After speaking, regardless of the little tiger's struggle, he put it into the mecha where he slept yesterday, touched the little tiger's head and crawled out.

The little tiger was left alone, lying on the ground unhappily with its forelimbs in its arms, motionless.

Hmph, I'm angry, the kind that can't be coaxed well!

Ye Sheng, who climbed out again, didn't have the time to think about what the little tiger was thinking, so he quickly took out the seeds and the potion, planted one every ten meters, and then poured in the potion, and instantly he got two seeds that were as tall as before. It is not the same as the thick poplar, with luxuriant branches and leaves, and it is completely different from the small poplar on the earth. It always feels like a mutation.

"It's all right? It always feels different, is it a mutation?" Ye Sheng muttered and patted the last poplar tree, always feeling that it was a mutation.

"This...is it possible?" 116 is not sure, and the host needs to confirm these bit by bit, because in its system information, whether it is the original eighth-level civilization information or the earth civilization information collected later There is no indication that there will be a thick poplar tree surrounded by three people.

"Well, I thought the first one was an accident at first, but it turned out to be a mutation." But it's not bad, at least there are no other problems. If it can mutate into a consciousness, will it be considered a spirit?Exciting just thinking about it!

"Host, this kind of accident won't happen. There is no scientific data to show that humans may wake up plants." 116 decisively interrupted Ye Sheng's fantasy, always feeling that the host's brain is a bit big, wake up plants?Become refined?This is unscientific. 116 firmly believes that anything that cannot be explained by scientific principles is false.

"Tsk, you don't understand, do you go to find out if there are many documents about ghosts in the earth's materials?" Ye Sheng curled his lips in consciousness. There are many things that science can't explain. How can you know that with a system? of.

"That's all fiction! False! Combining all the data, after the founding of the People's Republic of China, there has been no such phenomenon after the science was established correctly, so the previous ones were all illusions or self-imaginations of the predecessors, and they were all false."

"Tsk, what do you know? That's because after the founding of the country, you were not allowed to become a spirit, the way of heaven withered, and your spiritual power didn't exist." Ye Sheng retorted, "Besides, you said it yourself, history naturally has its existence reasons and values."

"The eighth-level civilization does not have these materials, so they are all fake." 116 snorted coldly, resolutely resisting the brainwashing of unscientific ideas.

"Tsk, is the eighth-level civilization amazing? Your eighth-level civilization can't survive without plants! Are there many plants on our earth? Are there many animals? Are there many different cultures? Many! Therefore, the eighth-level civilization cannot prove it. , We proved that we can do what level 116 civilization can't do! So, don't force me with your scientific theories, I won't listen!" Ye Sheng clicked his tongue, and then left behind some heroic remarks. Chic left, leaving only the unspeakable [-] that was refuted in his consciousness.

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Cough, I always feel sleepy at night, I don’t want to type, so it’s late again... Sorry <(___)>