[Future] The counterattack of waste wood

Yang Jing was taken aback by Zhang Qi's solemn voice, and instead felt hairy all over. He stroked his arms, leaned back, leaned on the car door, and looked at Zhang Qi strangely, "What should I be careful about?"

Zhang Qi reached out and tugged at the neckline, then put his hand back on the steering wheel, "Anyway, be careful."

Yang Jing was puzzled, sighed secretly, his face was paralyzed, don't guess, his words are always vague, if he doesn't pretend to be forceful, he will die.

After that, the two talked about other topics one after another. This time, it felt like the journey on the road was not so long.

It's already autumn, and the evening wind directly blows through Yang Jing's single clothes. It's unavoidably humid next to the forest. There is water vapor in the wind, and the coolness is even stronger. He got off the car and subconsciously checked the time. It was already nine. It's too late, in fact, there is no need for Zhang Qi to pick him up, he probably went upstairs to wash and sleep.

The two walked into the house, and Uncle Gao greeted him at the door. He first expressed his welcome, and then said, "Mr. Commander, the food is ready."

Yang Jing's original natural steps paused, and his legs and scripts were a bit inconvenient, so he took three or four steps away from Zhang Qi.

Zhang Qi noticed it and turned to look at him.

Yang Jing followed slowly, and asked as he walked, "Did you eat?"

Zhang Qi thanked him nonchalantly, and then said to Uncle Gao, "Let's put it in the dining room."

After hearing what he said, Uncle Gao looked at Yang Jing again, "Have you eaten, Young Master Yang? Do you need to prepare?"

Yang Jing shook his head, walking slowly, "Don't worry about me, I've already eaten."

After finishing speaking, he had already reached the stairs, and said without turning his head, "I'm going back to my room to sleep."

Uncle Gao's expression was complicated, showing a small expression of dissatisfaction where Yang Jing could not see.

Zhang Qi still gave a faint acknowledgment.

Yang Jing returned to his room, took a shower as usual, and then lay on the bed to play games. It was not until he was about to fall asleep in a daze that he heard the sound of the door opening and closing next door.

The next day's breakfast, Yang Jing and Zhang Qi were naturally staggered, and he didn't finish eating until after ten o'clock. Just in time, Uncle Gao ordered the two of them to go out with a pot of flowers in their arms. Yang Jing was immediately attracted by the flower. It's not that he loves flowers so much, it's just that he saw three different colors on a flower for the first time.

He just finished eating the last bite, so he pushed back the chair and immediately chased after him. When he got closer, he found that he was not dazzled. The two potted flowers were of the same type, and they both had a three-petal flower. The petals were thick. Sleek and sleek, each petal is as big as half a palm, but they are in three colors: white, red, and blue.

"What kind of flower is this?" Yang Jing walked around the two of them like a monkey, reaching out and poking the flower again.

The two people holding the flowers looked very cautious, and raised their arms tensely. Uncle Gao came over and said with a smile: "This is a three-color three-petal rose. The fragrance is long and long, and it can stay on people. For more than ten days."

Yang Jing sniffed, and sure enough, he smelled a fresh scent, not too strong, but a little sweet in the aftertaste. Just as Yang Jing felt a little familiar, he remembered that this was exactly what he smelled on Zhang Qi yesterday. It does smell a bit like a women's perfume.

Because Yang Jing wanted to ask, the two people holding flowers stopped.

"Where is this going? Planted in the yard?"

Uncle Gao laughed and waved his hands, "These flowers are rare and delicate, so they are not suitable for growing outdoors, but the military seat said that they should be more grounded and blown in the wind, so they put the flowers in the yard during the day, and put them in the yard in the afternoon. Then move back to the military seat bedroom."

Yang Jing was speechless, thinking that it would be too troublesome to raise these two potted flowers, but there was nothing to do at this time, so he said that he would walk around the yard with a few people.

Sure enough, the two people put the flowers in a sunny place. Yang Jing strolled outside for a while, then went to collect herbs in the distance, and did not return until the afternoon. When he returned, the two potted flowers were no longer the same. The location is estimated to be put away.

Yang Jing was covered in mud, and went to take a shower directly after returning to the house. He took the undressed clothes in his hands, and just threw them out. With a wave of his hand, a scent came into his nose, and he was stunned for a moment before responding. Come here, a little unbelieving, walked over to pick up the clothes, put it under the nose and smelled it.It is said that he had been picking medicine outside for a day, and he was sweating again. His clothes should smell of sweat, but his clothes were stained with the faint fragrance of the three-colored three-petal rose. After time, the sweetness disappeared. The aroma blended with Yang Jing's own scent to form a very pleasant scent with a crisp fragrance.

Yang Jing was a little surprised, today he heard from Uncle Gao that the fragrance of this flower can stay on people for more than ten days, he still didn't believe it, but he only touched the flower for a short while, and it didn't dissipate even after a day.

In the evening, Yang Jing and Zhang Qi were eating in the dining room. Although he didn't know where Zhang Qi was during the day, but the flowers were placed in his room, so he had a lot of contact with them. Sure enough, as soon as he got close, the fragrance came from him. , which is different from the one on Yang Jing's clothes, combined with Zhang Qi's clear air, forming another unique taste.

Yang Jing couldn't help but sighed, "This smell is really nice."

"En." Zhang Qi glanced at him, and quickly understood that Yang Jing wasn't referring to food, and he talked a little more when he mentioned things he was interested in, "This kind of three-color three-petal rose is relatively rare. Most of them are single-color three-petal roses, the fragrance can't stay for such a long time, and it's almost a bit fresh."

Yang Jing didn't know what fresh air was, so he nodded perfunctorily.

Zhang Qi also saw that he was not interested, so he didn't mention it again.

Yang Jing liked the smell, so the next day when the flowers were drying outside, he purposely moved closer to him and fanned himself with his palms.

"Hehe!" The system suddenly laughed twice inexplicably, and the voice had the charm of Yang Jing.

Yang Jing insisted that there was a "bad pen" behind every sentence, and he always felt that the system also expressed this meaning to him.

"what happened?"

The system is still the same tune, "It's okay, I just want to hehe."

Yang Jing felt that there must be something wrong with the system, or something he didn't say, so he asked a few questions, but Yang Jing was confused by the system.

It was said that he came back on the weekend, but in fact, except for dinner at night, Yang Jing and Zhang Qi rarely saw each other. On Monday morning, he was sent back to school.

Monday is the easiest time to get lazy. Although he has returned to school, he still escaped for a day.

At night, he went to bed neither early nor late, heartless people always have a good sleep, so he fell asleep after lying on the bed for a while.

Then in the middle of the night, he was suddenly overwhelmed by an inexplicable emotion, and almost woke up and opened his eyes.

Yang Jing didn't see or hear anything, but he instinctively felt that something was wrong, the surroundings were too quiet, as if time had been frozen, thinking of this, his whole body shook, and he struggled to get up, but found that he couldn't move.

He likes to sleep on his side, so this time he was in almost the same posture as the last time he was "pressed by ghosts", still facing the cabinet, still staring straight at the outline of white jade and ginseng on it.

There was no sound at all behind him, but he could feel something hovering. Unlike the last time he was lying motionless next to him, this time he could feel the restlessness behind him, even the circulation of the air was disturbed.

Just when Yang Jing thought he was going to be restrained for a while like last time, a sharp pain suddenly came from his back, and at the same time he felt a cold object hitting his back hard. Yang Jing was sleeping naked Yes, the thing directly touched his skin, and he felt a little wet, as if he had been slapped by water.

But at this moment, Yang Jing regained control of his body. He rolled forward and got off the bed. Before he could put on a fighting posture, a heart-piercing scream sounded in his ear.

"what------"

The scream made Yang Jing subconsciously turn his sword drawing into covering his ears. This tragic roar was more penetrating than when Yang Jing was immobilized just now. His heart was pounding and he was about to jump out of his chest.

Then, a black shadow flashed past Yang Jing with lightning speed and rushed towards the bed.Yang Jing reacted completely instinctively, and slashed with the sword backhand, but nothing was touched, only the clank of the sword piercing through the air.

The screaming continued, and Yang Jing realized later that the black shadow that made the sound and rushed to the bed was none other than Bai Yu Ginseng.

Yang Jing felt lucky, fortunately he didn't hit the black shadow just now, otherwise the white jade ginseng would be cut in half by himself, and he would have no place to cry.

Without giving him time to think about it, he only heard the sound of crashing in the room. Yang Jing could barely catch the tiny figure of the white jade ginseng hitting a certain place at a very fast speed, and then there were bursts of crashing sounds.

"Turn on the light!" Although Yang Jing had already guessed that it would not work, Yang Jing couldn't help but try again, and raised his arm to look at the terminal on his wrist. The screen was completely black, as if it was broken.

Even though Yang Jing's eyes had adapted to the darkness, the speed of the white jade ginseng was too fast. He could only see the little figure running rampant on the bed.

White jade ginseng has advanced regeneration function, and it is recovering qi and blood almost every second, but after all, its level is low, and the recovery is much worse than the reduction. Yang Jing can't see clearly. Baiyu ginseng clicked on Qi Refining to Transform God, and then its blood was properly pulled.

Yang Jing swung his sword and tried, but he couldn't find the enemy at all, but even if the white jade ginseng didn't fight the opponent, Yang Jing could feel something in the room, to be precise, there was something on his bed.

He couldn't help, he could only stare at the blood of the white jade ginseng, and asked quickly in his heart, "What's going on here?"

The system yawned lazily, without any sense of nervousness, "You have been attacked, and the white jade ginseng is your 'pet' after all, so come here automatically to protect the master."

"Why can't I see anything?"

The system didn't answer. Yang Jing stopped in the middle of the question. The system reminded him to carry white jade ginseng with him at all times. He can't see enemies, but white jade ginseng can attack them. White jade ginseng has an advanced perception skill , it is stealth that advanced perception restrains.