Yang Siqing hesitated for a moment, "You are very familiar with the people in the Yang family?"

"Yes." Zhong Yun nodded vigorously, "Yun Qi and I are classmates in the same class. We have met Uncle San several times." He took the four words "Student in the same class" very seriously. In order to show closeness, he saved the word Yang San's character Yang.

Sure enough, although Yang Siqing did not ask any more questions, her eyes looked at him became much more kind.

"Why do you want to buy this pot of withered crystal roses?" The same question was aggressive before, and you had to answer. This time, he was much more kind, as if he was asking his nephew.

"Forgive me for being abrupt. This pot of crystal rose has a lifespan, so it will wither naturally, right?" Zhong Yun asked without answering.

Yang Siqing didn't feel impatient, and her expression became dark, "Yes, it has been with me for twenty years. I once promised her to take good care of this flower. I didn't expect it to wither."

"I have looked for all the flower experts in Davao, and they all said they could not save it. In the end, I could only break my oath and return to Dahl again."

"It's a pity that even Mr. Huang is helpless."

In the end, he was already in a state of desolation, and his arrogant aura disappeared without a trace, and he turned back to the hunchbacked old man who was in a down-and-out and heartbroken manner.

Zhong Yun felt so embarrassed that he could not bear it, and at the same time, he felt sincere admiration for his deep affection.

"Crystal Rose" can be said to be one of the most delicate flowers. It is extremely sensitive to the external environment. A little change in climate or a slight change in air humidity may cause harm to it.

This is a flower that can only be raised in a greenhouse, and its physiological cycle is very strange and volatile. Each plant is different. Basically, experience cannot be applied. Automatically adjustable greenhouses are useless.

Apart from experienced gardeners, ordinary people cannot serve them at all. Otherwise, they either die prematurely or have extremely poor quality, and the flowers they grow cannot be seen at all.

Therefore, the cost of planting crystal roses is quite high, and the later the cost is, the higher the cost.

Even a professional gardener will find it difficult to let a crystal rose live to the end of his life and die naturally. It will take too much effort. The later stage, the harder the crystal rose will be to raise. By then, the time and energy it takes to be unimaginable.

Therefore, crystal roses with naturally withered when their lifespan is reached are very rare. It is estimated that only people like Yang Siqing who have too many emotions to flowers will take care of it without any effort.

"This withered crystal rose is very important to me." Zhong Yun hesitated for a moment before saying, "And... I may be able to make it live."

"What did you say?" Yang Siqing's body shook and looked at him in disbelief, with two unseen lights shot out of her eyes.

Zhong Yun's scalp was numb when he saw it, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and quietly took a step back, "I mean, maybe, I can make this crystal rose come alive. I dare not guarantee that it will succeed, the success rate is very low."

"Are you saying true?" Yang Siqing suddenly rose up and reached out to grab Zhong Yun's arm. Zhong Yun wanted to flash, but he was not fast enough, so he was still caught.

"Senior Yang, you've grabbed me and hurt me."

Zhong Yun felt that his arms were tightly wrapped around iron claws, and his pain was so painful that he sweated heavily.

"Ah, sorry."

The old man was shocked and quickly let go of his hand, "Can you really make her survive?" The anxiety and excitement on his face were beyond words.

Although he had great doubts in his heart, Huang Lao, the most famous flower expert in the country, said that he could not be saved. Why is you a young boy?

But even if there is a glimmer of hope, he is unwilling to let it go.

"I didn't say I would definitely save you." Zhong Yun rubbed his arms that were caught and emphasized again, "I can only do my best to do my job. Whether I can succeed depends on the luck of this flower."

"Even if you are only 10% sure, I will treat you."

After hearing what he said, Yang Siqing believed him a little. If he took a lot of money and said that he would definitely be cured, he would definitely be bragging.

"I'll get it for you any equipment you need." Yang Siqing said decisively. Hearing that tone, he seemed to be able to get any equipment he wanted.

Zhong Yun was about to refuse, but suddenly he thought, "Why would I be polite to him?" He is a member of the Yang family. Don't be so down-and-out, it's not a pity to get something."

So he reiterated, "I'll make a list for you when I go back." The bamboo snatch will not be knocked out, just to compensate for the losses of zero's exploitation.

Yang Siqing nodded, and did not ask how much or what equipment she needed. In his mind, nothing was as important as this pot of crystal rose.

What's more, he really doesn't care about this. Although he left the Yang family, some old relationships are still there. With his previous identity, it is still important to strip away the Yang family's background.

A silver shuttle was parked on the side of the road a few kilometers away, and a middle-aged man was listening to his subordinates' reports.

"The target is now with an old man, and No. 5 is in place." A mechanical, without any ups and downs came out.

"Go to do it." The middle-aged man said lightly, as if he was talking about something irrelevant such as inviting someone to have tea.

"receive."

After the wire was retracted, the middle-aged man took out the communication card inside the mobile phone, pinched his fingers and loosened it, the communication card made of plastic had become a pile of powder.

"Drive." He ordered the driver.

The shuttle car rose and flew into the driving tracks, and disappeared without a trace in a short while.

Zhong Yun rushed to Huang's hometown, afraid that Mr. Huang would wait for a long time. Yang Siqing followed him slowly.

Zhong Yun told him a few times and asked him to wait before going back, he would contact him. But the old man said lightly, "I won't let you leave my sight until you save Qingqing. Anyway, I have no place to go."

In the end, Zhong Yun had no choice but to let him do whatever he wanted.

Suddenly, Yang Siqing, who was walking behind, paused for a moment, raised her head and swept her left, with a layer of golden light covered in her eyes.

Zhong Yun suddenly had a hair on his body, and an extremely dangerous feeling rose from the bottom of his heart. Before he could react, he was pushed back and fell forward.

A light that was almost invisible to the naked eye shot from a distance, hitting the position where Zhong Yun had just stood. The light hit the ground and disappeared.

As soon as Zhong Yun fell to the ground, he subconsciously rolled to the side. Another ray of light shot over, wiping his clothes and shooting on the ground.

Zhong Yun was attacked twice in front of him. Yang Siqing was furious and grabbed a stone from the ground and threw it towards the enemy.

"Woo--"

A sharp friction sound flew up in the air, and a muffled groan came from the street in front, and there was no sound.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhong Yun rolled and crawled, hid at the corner of the street, and sat on the ground, feeling his mouth and tongue-free, and his heart was beating wildly, as if he was about to jump out of his chest.

Just now, he passed by Death. Whether in his past or present life, he was just an ordinary student, and he had never experienced such a dangerous situation.

Endless fear grabbed his soul, and he felt the danger of death, an uncontrollable fear.

There was a word in his heart, who was going to kill me? Who was going to kill me?
Chapter completed!