Interstellar Farming: The sick and weak male protagonist is struggling to survive on money

Chapter 748 Reunion

Nian Shutong went out a little faster, and I don't know if she killed too hard, because in the end, some small animals ran away when they saw her.

Even some plants, when Nian Shutong passed by, all the plants that could turn by themselves turned their backs to Nian Shutong.

"Hehe, are you being shy?"

Nian Shutong teased knowingly, and harvested a few plants without the slightest sympathy.

"No way, we are born to be enemies."

Huarong at the back had already prepared for the scene where she was swallowed by a certain plant and was not rescued, but she followed along along the way without encountering any danger.

When the two finally walked out, the beautiful face that had been closely following Nian Shutong stopped, and looked at the front door that she often saw in her dreams.

The gate of the border city.

It's still the same, without much change, adding mottled colors.

It's just that the boy in white was gone at the door. She clearly remembered that the two of them had quarreled here.

With chickenpox all over her face, she wanted to be like Xiaobai to express her heart because she was worried that she would encounter accidents on the battlefield. She didn't want to regret it.

At that time, the young man in the border city received booing from the people around him, pointing at her and calling her ugly. She left somewhat angrily, but never came back.

"Would you like to go?"

"Walk."

Huarong let out a long breath, and walked towards the city gate with her head held high. After entering, she returned to her home immediately, but what about her home?

Nian Shutong came back with Huarong, she thought Huarong was going to find Xiaobai first.

She casually stopped a person on the street, pointed at the somewhat deserted gate and asked, "Where's the Hua family?"

The person who was stopped had a good temper.

"The Hua family has moved out, it seems to have gone to the third district."

"Thanks."

Nian Shutong took out a fruit-like object and threw it at the man.

The man looked at the red fist-sized fruit in his arms, and said in disbelief, "Are you sure you want to give it to me?"

"Yes."

The man looked at Nian Shutong, then at the fruit in his arms, and ran away.

"Whatever you ran, you said you gave it to him."

"He is afraid that you will regret it. One fruit is enough for him to exchange for [-] contribution points."

Hua Rong had already walked down from the door, stood beside Nian Shutong, and said, "I have no home."

"When are you going to find your Xiaobai?"

Nian Shutong ignored Huarong's words, but asked a question that she cared about.

Huarong looked at Nian Shutong with a smile, looked at it several times and said, "I always feel that you are not a curious person."

"Curiosity is indeed not serious, but the two of you are like a series. I have watched dozens of episodes before, and I haven't watched the last episode. It's somewhat disturbing."

Huarong smiled, but the smile was a little sad.

"I don't live long, is there any point in going?"

"In the beginning, I couldn't open the space button at all, so I could only eat some plants. Gradually, a lot of poison accumulated in my body, and it has become one with me, and I won't live long."

Nian Shutong looked at the lively, ruddy Huarong, and said that he would not live long.

She stretched out a hand and grasped Huarong's pulse.

Nian Shutong, who was exploring the pulse, had only one feeling, is this God sending him an apprentice?

This beautiful face turned out to be a good seed of poison cultivator.

And there is no need to use poison as a base, because she has already poisoned herself very thoroughly, and it is strangely balanced.

But if this balance is really broken, Huarong will definitely die immediately, but if it is not broken, it will be a completely different path to practice.

Nian Shutong withdrew his hand and said nothing for the time being.

"For me to see an ending, I think you should go."

When Huarong heard Nian Shutong's words, she smiled, and the sadness that was originally there was immediately washed away.

"Okay, let's go see the finale."

Huarong walked in front, walking a road she was most familiar with, walking faster and faster, in fact, she was thinking about it in her heart.

Just a little timid.

When Hua Rong stood in front of the gate of the City Lord's Mansion, the guard at the gate carefully looked at it several times, recognized it several times in disbelief, and finally asked: "You... are you Hua girl?"

"Yes, it's me, Huarong."

"Brother, please tell Xiaobai that I'm back and Huarong is back."

Huarong finished speaking halfway, and the guard rushed away, shouting loudly: Miss Huarong is still alive!

City Lord, Miss Huarong is back!

Huarong is still alive!

Huarong was still alive, Xiaobai, who was recuperating in the room, rolled over and fell off the bed, but this couldn't stop him.

Even if it was a dream, he would go out and meet her.

He had dreamed this kind of dream too many times, but he didn't know if it was because Huarong didn't want to talk to him anymore, it had been a long time since he had a dream.

"Hua Rong——"

The city lord in white wanted to get up on the ground, to push open the door that could never be opened in his dream.

"Boom——"

The door opened.

Just when the city lord in white couldn't tell the difference between dream and reality, the guard picked him up and ran outside.

"City Lord, Miss Hua is still alive, she is at the door."

The city lord in white felt the pain from being held on his shoulder, is it true?

Is it really Huarong?

The guard's speed was not slow, and he ran all the way back to the door. The city lord in white immediately saw the beautiful face wearing grass leaves.

One was carried, and the other stood at the door looking up.

"Are you a sack?"

"What the hell are you wearing!"

These two sentences traveled through the torrent of time, and as always, returned to the two people who are most familiar with each other.

"Hua Rong."

"noob."

"Let me go! Let me go!"

The white-clothed city lord finally realized that he was in a bad state, and waved his hand in the air, and the guard finally put him down.But the city lord in white has no strength to stand firm.

"City Lord, what are you doing!"

"Don't you know how old you are?"

This is still a guard who loves to complain.

Huarong looked at Xiaobai who was so weak that he couldn't stand up, and immediately stepped forward to hold his arm.

"It's only been 12 years, are you weak like this?"

Huarong's words made everyone around her look at her, and the city lord in white was the same.

"Hua Rong, what did you say 12 years?"

Huarong also realized that something was wrong here, but she still asked: "Isn't it 12 years?"

After a guard brought the wheelchair, the city lord in white sat down, looked at the young Huarong, and realized something.

Time difference.

Such things are not uncommon in the interstellar world. The existence of wormholes, the overlapping of spaces, and the time and time in many places are really different.

"Hua Rong, I'm already 280 years old."

"I have spent five years in 260 here."

"My time is approaching."

(End of this chapter)