An invincible journey starting from a different race

Group of three: "..."

"Could it be..." Aesop looked at his nectar stick and fell into thought, "Are you three more interested in my nectar stick than the bee lady?"

The three of them suddenly felt a chill, so they shook their heads and stepped back, ready to start their own operation of lying down and pretending to be nectar.

The flower fairy over there started to remind again: "Well, you better lie down a little further away, there should be some distance between each other, otherwise the bee lady will think something is wrong and won't fly over here. Do you see those flowers of different colors? Only one person can lie down for each color."

Stank looked around and found that indeed, the flowers in the flower garden were classified by color, and each color was planted in a cluster. So he asked the flower fairy: "What do these different colors mean?"

"It attracts different types of bees," the flower fairy explained. "As I mentioned before, there are many species of bees, and each species has a different preference for nectar. For example, the pink flower you're standing on is home to the black bees, the smallest of all bees and the weakest, making them perfect for petite and vulnerable guests... Look, they're right there."

Stank looked in the direction the flower fairy pointed, and indeed saw a little black bee picking nectar not far away. Its black tail was very cute, but the problem was...

"It's too small!" Stank said. "It's only half the length of my finger. I can't even see it clearly."

"Yes, so it's suitable for guests with smaller bodies." said the flower fairy.

Stank pointed at himself and said, "Do I look petite to you?"

"I don't know." The flower demon tilted her head and said, "The size I'm talking about is my brother's size, not your own size."

These words amused Bruce and Jer.

"Stank, just stay in those flowers."

"Yes, it will definitely suit you. Didn't the boss say it will be gentle?"

Stank was immediately annoyed, his manly dignity rising uncontrollably. He turned to the flower demon and said, "The smallest one won't do. Give me the biggest one."

The flower demon was slightly stunned: "The largest one? Are you sure?"

"Of course." Stank felt that the flower demon's reaction was also looking down on him, so he said angrily, "I'm a person who can withstand a lot of force. I want the biggest and strongest ones. Anything smaller won't do!"

"Uh, my guest, I advise you to think carefully. The largest one here is the Giant Forest Bee Lady. Generally speaking, only old tree spirits will target her because her roots are relatively strong. If it were you, it might be a bit..."

The flower demon's words made Stank even more furious. He waved his hand and said, "Who are you looking down on?! My roots are stronger than those of the old tree demon. Quick, get that giant bee lady for me. If you keep talking nonsense, I won't pay you!"

Seeing Stank's determination, the flower fairy had nothing more to say. She could only point to the red flowerbed and say, "As for the giant bee lady, just lie down among the red flowers."

Stank immediately walked over with a heroic look, and at the same time cast a disdainful look at the remaining three people.

You are a bunch of scum, and you only know how to attack the insignificant little bees. Let me show you what the level of enjoyment of a real man is!

Giant Bee Girl...it sounds similar to the giant X-girl sweeper from the nightmare.

Stank was already looking forward to it.

……

After everyone lay down and the flowers covered their bodies, leaving only the most protruding parts exposed, the bee ladies began to act.

Bee girls are very innocent. They are born to collect nectar and they only know how to collect nectar because their brains cannot hold too many things. Besides collecting nectar, the only thing they can do is count.

Pick one and count them.

"One, two, three, four..."

They picked flowers along the way, memorizing each one, and then suddenly they came across a strange flower that they had never seen before, but the taste was similar.

It must be a big flower.

They thought so, and then began to pick the fruits diligently.

It was a bit strenuous, but he persisted, muttering to himself.

"Five, five, five, five..."

Just when the number stopped at five, there was no way to surpass it.

So, the three people lying in the flower garden all showed expressions of enjoyment at the same time.

What a supreme enjoyment this is.

But just when they were happy, they suddenly saw a huge black shadow passing over their heads, accompanied by the buzzing sound of flashing wings.

Before they could react to what it was, they heard the sound of counting, which became even louder.

"One, two, three, four, five, five, five, five... six, seven, eight..."

165 Where are you getting acupuncture?

Stank was carried out of the flower garden by Jair and Bruce together.

He was completely unconscious. If Aesop had not rescued him in time, he would probably be dead now... There was a rift between the brothers.

Fortunately, it was discovered in time. Jer, who was closest to Stank, was enjoying himself when he heard Stank counting "five, five, five" and then easily counted to six. He felt something was wrong and quickly turned over in the flower bed and sat up, looking towards Stank.

I saw Stank spray.

But the spray was not white, but red.

The picture was so barren and terrifying, the kind that would make people subconsciously close their legs and turn pale after just one look at it.

So there were three people left... Oh no, to be precise, Bruce and Jair didn't dare to go on. Aesop didn't care. After all, they were not his own. They were just cousins, not brothers. It didn't matter whether they were good or not. But seeing that all three of them had come out, there was no point in him staying alone, so he followed them out and treated Stank.

"Hey, boss!" Bruce pointed at the flower fairy angrily, "This place of yours is too dangerous."

"Well, you can't blame me for this." The flower demon scratched his head awkwardly and muttered, "I clearly warned him before that he wasn't suitable for the giant forest bee, but he insisted. So what can I do? Look, you two are fine."

This sentence made Bruce not know how to refute it. He could only silently draw a conclusion in his heart... Oh no, it should be a lesson.

We should always do things within our ability.

But when he thought about how he had bravely challenged a group of low-level nightmares, he felt that he seemed to have no right to mock Stank for overestimating his own abilities.

"I hope nothing will happen." Bruce asked Aesop with concern.

Aesop waved his hand and said, "It's not a big deal."

Bruce heaved a sigh of relief: "That's good... "

"The problem is that I can't solve it."

He only managed to say half of the word "good" before he bit it back: "What?!"

Facing the gazes of Bruce and Jer, Aesop spread his hands innocently: "Why are you looking at me like that? I'm not really omnipotent and can solve every problem. I'm just an ordinary magician."

A very ordinary... a magician who uses forbidden spells to act as a bodyguard, right?

Bruce and Jer were too lazy to complain, and only asked the most important question: "Why is there no solution? You even saved Bruce (me) in the first place."

"Bruz's problem is psychological," Aesop said seriously. "Stink's problem isn't psychological... Oh, he might have a psychological problem, but the problem now is more than just psychological. I don't know what's wrong now. Structurally, it seems fine, but why is he bleeding? That's beyond my comprehension."

"Then, is there no way at all?" asked Jer.

Aesop thought for a moment and said, "Yes, there is. We can just replace Stank with a new one."

"What are you waiting for……"

"But new ones have to grow from seedlings," Aesop said. "It will take about fifteen years before they can be put back into actual combat."

...Fifteen years?!

Even the daylily is getting cold.

This was the first time that Bruce and Jair felt that Aesop was unreliable.

Wait, think about it carefully, Aesop seems to have always been hovering between reliable and unreliable. You say he can't solve problems, that's definitely not the case. He can solve problems almost every time, no matter what the problem is. But if you say he is reliable, the way he solves problems every time is quite difficult to describe.

Just like this time, you ask if it can be cured? No, it can't be cured. But if you ask if it can solve the problem? No problem, just replace it with a new one.

Is this Schrödinger's Aesop?

Fortunately, at this time, the Flower Fairy boss lady stepped forward, waved her hand and said, "Hey, it's not a big deal, just leave it to me."

The three of them looked at the Flower Fairy proprietress.

"Can you solve it?" Bruce was a little unconvinced.

"Don't underestimate me," the flower demon said, trying to straighten her modest chest. "This isn't the first time I've encountered this. Every year, there are a few reckless individuals who try to challenge the giant forest bees, and I'm the one who cures them all. This kind of situation is simply a piece of cake."

...My goodness, this kind of situation happens every year?

What kind of store do you run?

But there was no other way at the moment. He couldn't ask Aesop to really grow a new one for him, so he could only let the flower fairy try.

"What are you going to do?" Jer asked.

"Acupuncture, massage, bone setting, detoxification!" the flower demon said, "Don't worry, I'm an expert in this area. I can guarantee everything will go well with the whole process."

Hmm... these terms sound very professional, which made everyone feel relieved and they agreed to let the flower demon give it a try.

But when the flower demon really picked up the silver needle and was about to take action, several people realized something was wrong.

"Wait! Where are you trying to get into?!"

The flower demon glanced back at the three of them and said with some disdain, "You're surprised by what you've seen. Of course, I'll pierce the area where there's a problem."

Then, after a strong injection, the unconscious Stank immediately let out a scream even more shrill than before.

An hour later, the flower demon wiped the sweat from her forehead and said with a smile, "It's done."

It's indeed done.

Within this hour, Stank had recovered at a noticeable rate and was now fully awake.

"Damn it." Stank also wiped the sweat from his forehead, but the flower demon's sweat was from exhaustion, while his sweat was from pain. "This is the first time I've experienced something like this."

"Hey." The flower demon waved her hands and said, "It's okay, it's my first time too."

Stank's eyes widened: "What?!"

"Uh, I was just kidding." The flower demon smiled awkwardly, "So, dear customers, are you satisfied with our service?"

Aesop nodded: "Satisfied."

Jer nodded: "Very good."

Bruce nodded. "That's quite novel."

Stank nodded... He wanted to nod, but found that his little head was temporarily numb.

"Satisfied...it's okay." After all, this was just my own pretense, so even if I failed, I had to bite my tongue and swallow it. "That's it, I have to go back first."

Stank felt like he was dying of dehydration. He had sweated more in the last hour than he had in a major battle.

Although he really wanted to ask for a drink of water, he didn't want to stay in this shabby place at all, so he staggered away.

"Don't worry, don't worry." The flower fairy said, "We still have souvenirs in the store."

As he spoke, he took out four small bottles filled with nectar and handed them to everyone in turn.

"This is the honey your bees just collected," the flower fairy said with a smile, "keep it as a souvenir."

Seeing that there was water to drink, Stank couldn't wait any longer. He directly took his own bottle, opened it and drank it all in one gulp.

After drinking it, I felt much better.

It just tastes a bit weird...

As Stank smacked his lips, wondering where the taste came from, he noticed the way the other three people were looking at him...

Full of horror!

166 Gifts for Grandmother

If the volcano is Ganqiu's sad place, then the forest is Stank's pool of despair.

Only then did he deeply understand what it felt like when the ridicule he had directed at Gan Qiu at the volcano came true on himself. It really was true that one should not do to others what one does not want others to do to him.

If he could turn back time and return to the volcano a few months ago, when he faced Ganqiu again, he swore that he would treat others as he would treat them, and would never laugh... too loudly.

At least he won't be like those two heartless guys, Jer and Bruce!

"Still laughing, still laughing!" After leaving Bee Lady's shop, Bruce and Jel continued to laugh at Stank, which made Stank very annoyed. "Is it really that funny?! Ah, is it really that funny?!"