A human-shaped shadow covered Zhong Yun, causing his heart to almost stop beating.

"It seems that you offended someone very much, and someone wants your life." Yang Siqing's old voice came at the right time, and it turned out to be just a false alarm.

Zhong Yun leaned his back against the wall and didn't ask how the person attacked was. He first asked the old man, "Are you okay?"

Yang Siqing looked at him in surprise and thought to herself, she didn't expect this kid to win people's hearts, but she was quite helpful in her heart. She said disdainfully, "If you can't handle this kind of little character, I will not live in vain for so many years."

He was playing with something that was shaped like a submachine gun in his previous life, but it was relatively miniature, only the size of two palms.

"What is this?" Zhong Yun felt relieved when he heard the old man say this. Seeing the more thing in his hand, he asked.

"Mini ultra-light pulse gun, good thing." Yang Siqing was obviously very interested in this gadget. "It emits light waves that are extremely lethal to the heart, and people who are shot often die of heart failure on the spot."

"And others will only think that he died of a sudden heart disease, and even if he was sent to the forensic doctor, he would not be able to test it, because the deceased's symptoms were exactly the same as the sudden heart disease."

Zhong Yun was scared again when he heard this. If he hadn't met Yang Siqing today and he had to follow him, he would have been a tragic devil now.

"Thank you this time, you saved my life." Zhong Yun said sincerely.

The old man smiled slightly, "If you really want to repay me, just save my Qingqing."

"I will do my best." Zhong Yun solemnly made a promise.

The old man nodded, stopped talking, and put away his gun.

Zhong Yun also stood up. The situation was too critical just now and didn't feel anything. After the danger passed, he felt a little weak in his hands and feet. He laughed at himself, but he was too timid.

I made up my mind to let ZERO train well after I went back. Only when I was strong can I better protect myself and the people around me.

This world is not as safe as you imagined.

Thinking of this, a sense of oppression arose from the bottom of his heart, urging him to move forward.

"Is this gun difficult to get?" Zhong Yun suddenly asked, shaking his stiff hands.

"Although this gun kills people invisibly, it actually has fatal disadvantages. Its range is too short and has only an effective range of fifty meters. It consumes a lot of energy. A unit of energy can only be fired twice. Its power is too small. One shot can only kill one person at most."

"So, this gun has not been put into production in large quantities. However, as a supreme weapon for assassination, it is not easy to be detected after killing people, and is loved by some forces... However, it is not something that can be obtained by any cat or dog."

Yang Siqing hinted that the people Zhong Yun offended were quite powerful.

Zhong Yun silently said nothing. At this moment, he felt he recovered and walked towards Mr. Huang's house. When he was about to come, he asked, "What should I do with that person?"

Yang Siqing, who was following him, said casually, "I handled it very cleanly and would not have any hand-to-hand."

Thinking that he didn't care about anything, there was a life behind him, Zhong Yun couldn't help but feel cold.

No matter how civilization evolves, the law of prey on the weak remains unchanged.

But who is the one who has such a great hatred with him and wants to kill him? Several faces flashed through Zhong Yun's heart.

While thinking, Mr. Huang's home had arrived and the doorbell rang. The door opened.

"Why are you here again?" Old Huang couldn't help frowning when he saw Yang Siqing behind Zhong Yun. He thought he had finally sent the plague god away, but he knew that he would be back in a blink of an eye. It was really a pity that he would never disperse.

Zhong Yun couldn't help but wonder that with such good skills in nourishing qi, Mr. Huang actually showed such obvious dissatisfaction with Yang Siqing. I wonder what he had done to Mr. Huang.

"Hello, Mr. Huang, we're meeting again." Yang Siqing looked at his face without seeing it, and greeted him without changing his expression, showing his extraordinary shamelessness.

Although he was helpless, it was not easy to drive people out of the way for Zhong Yun. He said hard, "I have already said that I am really powerless to do anything about this pot of flowers."

"Don't worry, I won't bother you anymore." Yang Siqing said.

"Really?" Seeing that he didn't seem to be joking, Huang Lao felt half-hearted and half-doubted, as long as he stopped pestering me.

Then he glanced at Zhong Yun suspiciously, wanted to ask something, but he held back and took the two of them into his house.

Huang Lao’s house is very big. It is more like a garden than a house. There are many plants planted in the yard, mostly some common trees and flowers, which are not very consistent with Huang Lao’s identity.

Mr. Huang noticed the strange thing on Zhong Yun's face and said with a smile, "In fact, in nature, all plants are equal and there is no distinction between high and low. It's just that humans artificially divide them into three or six or nine levels."

"Every plant has its own unique beauty, but most people are deceived by their utilitarian hearts and cannot discover it."

He turned to look at the plants planted by himself, "The flowers and plants here are the most suitable plants for the climate here."

A few words opened Zhong Yun's eyes. Huang Lao's mind was indeed different from ordinary people. When he looked at the plants in the yard, he felt different. The thriving vitality made people feel the vitality of life.

Mr. Huang took them to the reception room. After sitting down, Mr. Huang personally made tea for them.

After a cup of tea, Zhong Yun talked about his purpose today, "I came today mainly to thank Mr. Huang for his kindness to me." He took out something from his arms, "A little gift, no respect, please accept it."

Old Huang smiled and took it from him. It was a small box. He opened it immediately and saw a pair of exquisite and small scissors inside it.

"Huh?" Veteran Huang took out the scissors, which seemed a little surprised.

Zhong Yun explained, "I heard from Yun Qi that your No. 9 branch cuts are gone, so I went to buy a handful. Do you think it's appropriate?"

"Suitable, suitable." Old Huang had an unconcealed look of joy on his face, and he was obviously very satisfied with this gift.

Nine-number-scissors are rare and rarely used. Except for professionals, few people will buy them, so it is not easy to find.

Things are still secondary. With Huang Lao's status, he naturally has nothing to do. He is satisfied with the thoughts spent by this young man.

"Is that 'Seven Fairies' okay?" Zhong Yun changed the topic.

"It's growing well. The 'Seven Fairies' is not a delicate breed and is not difficult to serve." Huang Lao replied, putting the No. 9 cut back into the box and putting it on the table.

"Mr. Fei is preparing to hold an exhibition on the day when the 'Seven Fairies' blooming, and many celebrities will be invited to watch it. As its former owner, do you want to go and see it?"

"I won't join in the fun." Zhong Yun was about to train himself well, and there was no time to see any exhibition.

"If you want to go then, tell me." said Mr. Huang.

"Is the 'Seven Fairies' you mentioned a peerless treasure mutated from purple and white orchids?"

Yang Siqing couldn't help asking. Since he placed all his emotions on Jingliu Rose, in order to be a qualified gardener, he has a certain understanding of all kinds of flowers. It is not strange that he has heard of the "Seven Fairies".

"Of course, otherwise there are other 'Seven Fairies's' that won't be done?" Mr. Huang said bluntly.

"Didn't it mean that the 'Seven Fairies' has become extinct? Why did the Fei family get a basin?" Yang Siqing murmured.

"When I talk about this, I have to thank Xiaoyun. If it weren't for him, the 'Seven Fairies' would not have reappeared in the world." Huang Lao said.

"What?" Yang Siqing's eyes when she looked at Zhong Yun changed immediately, "Did you plant the 'Seven Fairies'?"

"Can I lie?" Huang Lao said unhappily.

Of course, Yang Siqing would not doubt Mr. Huang. It was just that this matter was too incredible that he couldn't help asking more questions. After confirming, he felt a sense of ecstasy in his heart. In this way, Zhong Yun said that he could save Qingqing, but it was not necessarily a nonsense.

"My Qingqing is saved."
Chapter completed!