was probably overwhelmed by Miss Miller's mighty aura. She didn't ask about the specific situation of the two of them, but thanked them coyly, and then carefully looked at the strange man on the side.

　　 The acquaintance with Miss Miller began with the letter she sent from Mr. Williams. Although it was only a short period of less than a week, Miss Stuart had long been impressed by the lady's extraordinary conversation and excellent insight. At this time, she knew that she was a benefactor, and she had a feeling of "as expected".

　　 But growing up in the court, she would not trust a person so easily. Although the impression of Miss Miller is very good, after going out, we still have to carefully investigate her identity and background.

　　 Miss Miller asked about the reason why Miss Kingsley entered the treacherous realm. She could never have come in on the initiative.

　　 "I leaned against the wall, waiting for Julia to pick me up, and then suddenly fell in."

　　 "......"

　　 The three of them tidied up a bit, and then walked to the old man together.

　　 His godless eyes looked at the three people one by one, then twisted his body stiffly, pointing to the potted plants on the round table.

　　 "Each person choose two pots and water them."

　　 Jenkins took this opportunity to look at this round table. The plants on the table are all odd and weird. Only a few parts are similar to ordinary flowers and plants, and most of the other colors and shapes are definitely not what normal plants can have.

The three pots placed in the center are particularly eye-catching. One pot is simply a branch inserted in the soil, and the other pot contains a human head with a mouth and a tongue. The green stem below the skull is supposed to be the neck. , The mouth opened and the water drained, which also allowed Jenkins to see the tufts of black hair in his mouth.

　　The style of the last pot is ordinary, but the seven petals are seven different colors. He knew that the rainbow flower, the blooming flower had the supernatural ability of the [minor malicious wishing technique].

　　 blinked again, colorful auras all over the table.

　　 "There is no kettle here."

　　 He pointed this out and turned his head to see Miss Miller helping Miss Kingsley who had fallen.

"what's happenin?"

　　 "Don't look at the third potted flower in the second circle on the left hand side."

　　Ms. Miller reminded carefully, "The stuff in there is a bit special, I'm not sure if it is the one I think."

　　 Jenkins nodded and moved closer to the women. Yu Guang glanced carefully at that position of the table, densely populated eyeballs hanging on the peruviana-like plants. Although it feels a bit nauseous, there is no other discomfort.

　　 "I didn't see the kettle."

　　 He repeated his words again.

　　 "Use your blood."

　　 The expressionless old man said so, his cold voice didn't look like a living person at all. Only the conductor who knows how to ask for bribes can feel the humanity of the host of the treacherous world that I have encountered so far.

　　 What is special about that guy?

　　 "How much do we need to pour?"

　　 "Until they have grown to completion."

　　 He answered almost without pause, and his tone was still like a machine.

　　 Jenkins nodded and looked at Miss Miller and Miss Kingsley.

　　 "What do you think, and is it getting colder and colder here?"

　　 "This is normal, and the treacherous world is not a refuge. Don't expect to stay here for a long time."

　　 Seeing Miss Kingsley hesitantly looking at the two people who were not nervous, Miss Miller kindly added:

　　 "Although we are all low-level gifters, we have experienced a deception together, so we have some experience. Oh, I'm level 2."

　　 Jenkins's mouth trembled. Although he wanted to complain, he nodded heavily: "I'm also level 2."

　　 "Well, I am also level 2."

　　 Miss Kingsley also followed closely.

　　 Although everyone is lying, Jenkins thinks that he and Miss Miller probably know Kingsley's true level, and the latter is probably in a state of doubt.

　　 The first impression of this lady has almost been established, with qualified caution and vigilance, but limited by her strength, she cannot do better. Compared to her peers, this is already very good. Jenkins guessed that she should be about eighteen years old.

　　 "So are we really going to drip blood?"

　　 asked the young lady hesitantly, but did not dare to look at the table again.

　　 "The rules of the paradox must be obeyed, just the way. We must do at least two things: drop the blood and let the two pots of the blood grow."

　　Ms. Miller said, she stretched out her slender fingers and tapped in the air. Miss Kingsley looked puzzled, staring at her with beautiful blue eyes. And Jenkins can see that she is using a large-scale interlocking ability with [Mathematics Principles] as the core, and at least six points of light are on at the same time.

　　 "I have a divination ability."

　　 She explained to Miss Kingsley, and then looked at Jenkins: "How about, do you come first or me first?"

Chapter 389 Chapter 384 Difficulty and Simple

　　 Jenkins shrugged and said, "It doesn't matter. Although I always respect women and advocate women first, I should come first in this situation."

　　 While he was speaking, Miss Miller pointed her finger to the left where only two people could see, then drew three more circles, and finally compared the number 1.

　　 "Mr. Poirot..."

　　 It took several seconds for Jenkins to realize that Miss Kingsley was calling herself.

　　 "It's okay, since it's here to rescue you, then you must not be allowed to take risks."

　　 He touched his nose to cover up his discomfort because of his disgust at his words.

　　 "I choose that pot, yes, it is the first pot in the third outer circle on the left, can you pick it up for me?"

　　 The old man carried the oil lamp and turned it at an angle, but did not move. He just let the light focus on the pot flower that Jenkins chose.

"May I?"

　　 he asked again.

　　 The old man stared at him like that, until Jenkins felt his back hairy.

　　 "This time the deception is not that simple, I am afraid it also contains a certain nature of combat."

　　 Miss Miller reminded.

　　 Jenkins almost understood. He guessed that the closer the plants are to the inner side, the easier it is to grow by watering with blood, but to obtain them, they are affected by the plants that are not easy to grow on the outer side.

　　 If it is in the material world, he has a way to kill these strangely shaped things, but the rule here is that an ability can only be used once, and...

　　 Yu Guang looked at Miss Kingsley, she was standing behind Miss Miller, worried like a small animal.

　　 "Beware of her, I don't know who this is, be careful...it's not right, I am not only capable."

　　 He suddenly realized that a raging flame immediately rose up and wrapped his right arm in it.

　　 slowly leaned out to grab the flowerpot selected by Miss Miller, and the surrounding plants moved as expected. Green vines drilled out of the soil and crawled towards Jenkins like a snake. The fine powder was sprayed out by the plants and dispersed into the air. The leaves shot out like flying knives. Some plants even crawled out of the potted plants as a whole. The green animal pounced on him.

　　 But the fire-fearing characteristics of plants cannot be easily changed. The flames rising around the arms easily resisted the first wave of attacks. When the right hand grabbed the flowerpot, only some fine powder adhered to the clothes.

　　 grasped the potted plant and quickly withdrew, with a soft sound, a black vine popped from the left side and instantly pierced the flame around his arm.

　　 He frowned, his left fist hit the vine, and the frost quickly extended to both sides. The pulling force of the right arm was slightly slightly, and the strange potted plant was finally taken out with a sudden force.

"do not come!"

　　 He said to the two ladies, frowning at the corrosion of the sleeve of his right arm. It seems that Miss Magic really did the "projection" to the extreme, but I don't know whether the dress is also in a corroded state after returning to Nolan.

　　With his left hand, he took out the knife from his pocket, cut off the sleeve and threw it on the ground. After a bang, it quickly corroded into a pool of tawny bubbles.

　　 "Are you okay?"

　　 Miss Miller asked.

　　 "It's okay, you have to be careful later, it's best to hold your breath, the invisible powder is really amazing."

　　The flowers selected by Jenkins are at least flower-like compared to other weird-shaped plants. It's just that the stems, branches, leaves, and petals are all ice blue, and the hand holding the flowerpot can easily feel the chill.

　　 Speaking of cold, the temperature here seems to be getting lower and lower.

　　 "This seems to be an unfrozen flower. Throwing the petals of this flower in the water can ensure that a large area of ​​water will not be frozen within two years. But it does not seem to require blood to grow."

　　 Miss Kingsley said uncertainly.

　　 "It's true that the flowers are not frozen. This should be a special rule of this slyland."

　　 Miss Miller said, nodding to Jenkins. The latter cautiously squatted down and placed the flowerpot on the ground, looked up at the old man who was carrying the oil lamp to light him, and placed his right arm, which had no sleeves, on top of the flowerpot.

　　 Avoiding the artery, he used the knife just now to make a small cut in his arm, and the blood quickly seeped out from the white skin.

　　 And when the first drop of blood dripped on the closed flower bud, the whole plant was shaking. A few seconds later, before the second drop of blood slid down, the plant slowly uplifted two inches, and 9 buds bloomed at the same time, displaying the strange ice-blue flowers in front of the three of them.

　　 The shape of the flower is similar to a rhombus. If you look closely, you can see the transparent light blue veins conveying light red nutrients inside the leaves.

"So simple?"

　　 This is completely different from Jenkins's guess. He originally thought that the two potted flowers combined would cost at least half their lives.

　　 Turning around, Miss Miller was equally puzzled.

　　 "Maybe the difficulty lies in getting those flowers."

　　 Miss Kingsley guessed carefully.

　　 "Impossible, this goes against the original intention of the deception."

　　Miss Miller shook her head, and then asked the old man: "Is this all right?"

　　 "Yes."

　　 The old voice is extremely low.

　　 "Do you need to put it back?"

　　 "It belongs to you."

　　 Jenkins once again realized that high risk means high return. This time, the high risk of the treacherous situation has also increased the reward.

　　It was Miss Miller's turn. She did not ask any more questions, but followed Jenkins's way to reach out to the round table with her right hand.

　　 Her movements are much sharper, the fine characters revolve around the arms, and no attacks fall on her.

　　 "Eternal sleep grass, the main material of a powerful sleeping agent. It is taken directly without processing, which is equivalent to ordinary sleeping pills, and was often used as an anesthetic in ancient times."

　　 She gave a brief introduction, then took Jenkins's knife and slashed lightly on her white wrist. The blood dripped, and the plant did not change.

　　 "Huh, really."

　　 glanced at Jenkins, both of them remembered the huge vitality that Jenkins had absorbed when he was in Ponton Winery. This is probably the reason why Jenkins's blood works so well.

　　 Press the wrist hard to squeeze out more blood. This process did not last very long, and when the green sprouts broke through the soil and grew vigorously, there was no uncomfortable expression on her face.

　　 stood up, tore off the cloth of the clothes and pressed the wound to stop the bleeding, and the two looked at Miss Kingsley together.

　　 She nodded, knowing that the two of them had tried for herself first, and it was already the limit of what could be done. She herself didn't think that they would take a risk to get a pot of flowers for her.

　　 Although she is a princess, she is also a qualified gifter.

Chapter 390 Chapter 385 Double Spring

　　 As the time spent in the treacherous realm gets longer and longer, the temperature changes more drastically.

　　 Miss Dolores Stuart took a deep breath, and a figure appeared vaguely from behind. It was a warrior holding a bow. His body was transparent, and his body was wrapped in a light blue ice armor, and looming runes flashed on the armor.

　　The soldier walked forward to the table, and stretched out his hand without a bow flexibly. It succeeded in obtaining a flower pot close to the center of the round table, but the price was that the body was completely broken and was crushed into ice by the crazy vines.

　　 If it were not for Jenkins's quick response at the station and catching the falling flower pot in time, then Miss Kingsley might have done useless work.

　　 But, Jenkins always feels where he has seen the image of that archer.

　　 "Yes, Frozen Sagittarius chess. This gift is introduced in the information! But isn't the chess piece returned to the Stuart family? Can this thing be borrowed too?"

　　 He handed the flowerpot to Miss Kingsley, who murmured thanks. Turning to look at Miss Miller again, she smiled and blinked at Jenkins, not knowing what it meant.

　　 "This is Dracaena, a plant that can only grow by watering with dragon blood with a purity of over 83.2%, and its value is higher than that of dragon blood of the same purity."

　　 She seemed to be a plant encyclopedia, and she recognized what it was.

　　Ms. Kingsley cut open the white and tender wrist as the two did just now. But her bleeding time was much longer than the previous two. When she stood up again, her face was pale and terrifying, and she almost couldn't stand firm.

　　 Jenkins and Miss Miller couldn't help her in this process, because the old man's explicit request was to water two pots of flowers each.

　　 "I'm a little dizzy, just take a rest."