After getting pregnant with a golden dragon cub, the fake daughter A blew up the entire interstellar

Chapter 42: Take a pair of big scissors and cut Jiang Cha Cha’s belly. Don’t you want the baby anymore?
Jiang Cha Cha: “???”

No, she used up her magic power to disguise herself, become invisible, and teleport, and went through so much effort just to have a full meal and make some natural organic fertilizer, and on the way she was destroyed by this big golden dragon that kicked her in the stomach?
What kind of hatred or grudge did he have that made him want to chop up this tree?
If I don't show my power, do you really think she is a sick tree?
Adjutant Ai responded respectfully: "Yes!"

Soon after, several fully armed men in white protective suits, with no visible faces or hands or feet, appeared around the pile of corpses of the three-headed giant pythons.

They opened the huge box in their hands, took out tools from the box, and prepared to take samples from the incision of the three giant pythons.

Jiang Cha Cha was like a small cabbage in the cold December wind, floating in the wind above the mountain of food, not yet taking root. She was so miserable that she dared not move, for fear of attracting the attention of the big golden dragon.

But the reality went against her wishes. A pile of corpses of three-headed pythons and a green tea tree, even if it was miniature, still made her stand out like a crane among chickens or a goose among ducks. She was an eye-catcher!

The staff member taking the sample exclaimed, "Hey, look, what's that on the three-headed python's body? A small green tree with roots?"

"Yes, a small green tree with roots, nice green leaves, nice thin branches, and a very standard growth pattern, the kind that botanists like."

When Chong Ming heard the words of the sampling staff, his golden eyes turned and fell on the small tree that was about the height of his palm, with a main trunk and four small branches, and countless roots fluttering in the wind, standing on the corpse of the giant snake on the top of the mountain.

Chongming glanced at Adjutant Ai.

Just as Adjutant Ai was about to go forward and take the tree down, Chong Ming stopped him: "Wait a moment, I'll get it myself."

Adjutant Ai paused, stood still, and asked the staff who were taking samples not to move.

Chongming jumped up from the spot and headed straight for the top of the pile of three giant python corpses. Just as his big, bony hand was about to touch the mini green tree, the tree tilted, missed his hand, and rolled down from the corpses of the three giant pythons.

Chongming felt his hand was empty and was stunned for a moment. In a flash, he walked towards the small green tree and grasped it in his hand before the tree fell to the ground.

Jiang Chacha: “…”

Fate's throat was in someone's hand. She couldn't let him discover that she was a living, conscious tree, so she could only pretend to be dead.

Ahhh, she was pretending to be dead, why did he still use his stinky hands to hold her body, turn it over and over, pull her roots, flick her leaves, and put it under his nose to smell?

She is a tree, a tree, not a reproductive organ that blooms and emits fragrance. What is there to smell? Pervert, he is a pervert.

"Your Highness, is there anything different about this little tree?" Adjutant Ai watched his Highness fiddle with a tiny tree. He came over to him and asked softly, "Are we still continuing with the sampling of the three-headed python?"

Zhong Ming held the miniature tree in his hand and looked up at Adjutant Ai. "Continue taking samples. After the samples are taken, in addition to destroying the giant python's body, disinfect the surrounding area to prevent the parasites in the giant python's scales from mutating."

Adjutant Ai responded, "Yes!"

Chongming looked around and came to a place where there was no corpse of the three-headed python and no blood or flesh. He took out a bucket and a shovel from the space button, pushed aside the rotten leaves to reveal the moist soil, and started shoveling.

Jiang Cha Cha: “???”

what's the situation?
He was going to plant her in a bucket?

Is this right?
Is this reasonable?

According to normal people's thinking, shouldn't she be buried on the spot and allowed to grow freely, becoming a towering tree that reaches the sky?
The key point is that she can't run away. This damn big golden dragon is holding her in one hand and shoveling mud in the other.

I was dying. I didn't even have enough to eat and I even lost my life. It's really no good when I encounter this thing.

In less than 10 minutes, not only was Jiang Cha Cha planted in the bucket, but that bastard Chong Ming even picked up a worm from the ground and put it in the bucket.

"Plants need insects to maintain the ecological balance in the soil, improve soil fertility, and help decompose organic matter."

"First, I'll put a worm in your place. I've checked it and it doesn't contain any toxins. It's just a common worm that grows in this tropical rainforest." Jiang Cha Cha: "!!!!"

Ordinary, ordinary, ordinary for his eighteen generations of ancestors, ordinary!
Which mental hospital did he escape from and he's talking to a tree?

Which tree likes bugs?
Organic fertilizer will decompose by itself. Is there any need for a bug to drill under her roots, wriggle back and forth, poop under her roots, and think about her roots?

Is this pervert trying to bully her?

Was he forcing her to pretend to be dead for him to see?
Chong Ming put away the shovel, picked up the bucket, and stepped onto the hovercraft.

The foot-operated hovercraft took off, the hatch of the invisible super battleship opened, and he went straight in, followed by Adjutant Ai.

The interior of the huge super ship, which was countless times more luxurious than the ships of the First Legion, passed before Jiang Cha Cha's eyes one by one.

Until she arrived at the ship's command room, she was placed on the table with a wide view. She saw the command room, where countless male and female staff members were wearing combat uniforms, with serious eyes and expressions, working busily in an orderly manner.

Various galaxy maps, star sea maps, and planet maps are all displayed on dedicated screens, allowing you to see everything at a glance.

A comprehensive surveillance map of the entire tropical primitive planet, real-time monitoring coverage of thirty legion command rooms, real-time monitoring coverage of thirty military academies, and thermal imaging sensing maps of the instructor group and student group, in two dazzling colors of red and blue, intersect on a large screen.

Jiang Cha Cha, as a tea tree spirit that cultivated into a great demon, is a talented contestant in herself. In addition, she has absorbed the learning talent of the fake daughter, so it is no exaggeration to say that she has a photographic memory.

She was trying hard to look at the big screen and remember the instructors' distribution areas when Chong Ming sat in the command chair and reached out to touch her blade.

Jiang Cha Cha was like going through a nine-day thunderstorm, and he almost couldn't help shaking the branches and green leaves.

She was touched!

She is dirty!
Too much, too much, too much, this old loach is too much.

First plant her in the bucket and throw bugs into the bucket.

The bugs crawled onto her roots and gnawed at them, but now they were itching to touch her green leaves.

This is really intolerable, not even the tree can tolerate it.

The big demon in the demon world would never compromise and pretend to be dead in front of him.

Jiang Cha Cha did what she said. The leaves, which were so green that they made people feel uneasy, quickly turned yellow and curled up under the touch of Chong Ming's slender fingers.

Without the autumn wind, the yellow and curled green leaves fall from the weak, mini and ultra-thin branches.

In the blink of an eye, only a main trunk and four bare branches were left, and they were yellow as if they had been dried by the wind.

Zhong Ming frowned, and suddenly withdrew his hand, picked up the bucket, stood up, left the command room, and went to the treatment department: "Minister Lu, can you help me see what's going on with this plant?"

"Yes!" Director Lu of the Treatment Department responded, took the bucket, placed it on the table, put on gloves, checked it, and replied respectfully: "Commander, this little tree is withered and dead."

Zhong Ming stared at the bare, yellowed, withered tree. "Impossible! Ten minutes ago, it still had a well-developed root system and lush green branches and leaves."

Minister Lu took out a pair of scissors and pointed them at the waist of the main trunk of the ginger tea tree branch: "Commander, to see if it is completely dead, the only way is to cut open its main branches and see if there are any green leaves on the main branches!"

(End of this chapter)