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Chapter 232 Watermelon Corpses Pile Up into a Mountain

Old Yang glanced at her and said, "Why are you still sending things to the Alliance? Do you think this is your home?"

Old Mrs. Wei frowned, "I didn't buy anything."

Elder Yang said, "You didn't buy it, but who gave it to you? And you know the address of the alliance, you are quite courageous."

He kept muttering, "Knowing that the alliance is a confidential area, they still sent a courier here. Where did this courier come from? Maybe it came from an unknown source."

"People nowadays are so ignorant and so rampant."

When Mr. Yang was feeling very resentful, he felt excited and thrilled when he saw the cherry tomatoes and strawberries, but then he felt lost and sad.

Why is it that he sent so many private messages to the author, sent a short essay, and uploaded some of his own works about plants, but still failed to get the author's favor, and even his private messages were not replied to?

But fortunately, everyone around him was like this, so he didn't feel sad.

But things were different after seeing Qiao Qiao’s live broadcast.

He burst into tears on the way there. Why couldn't his short essay of so many words be as good as a joke?

Even gave two pots.

Old Yang swore that he no longer had any sincerity.

His sincere heart for the author of Sweet and Sour Spare Ribs was ignored, abandoned and trampled upon by her!

He will never treat someone so attentively again.

He will never love again.

Even if the author looks back one day and finds that he has betrayed a sincere heart, he will regret it.

He won't look back.

No one will stand there waiting for you forever!

...

Old Mrs. Wei rolled her eyes. "If you are sick, go get treatment. Don't be a clown here."

Mr. Yang didn't pay any attention to her words. He leaned over and saw the package in her hand. "What did you get back?"

Old Mrs. Wei opened the box directly and found a quantum storage device placed neatly in the middle of the box.

There was also a small note next to it - there were a lot of things, so it was recommended to go to a larger venue.

It's obvious who sent this.

Only that little author would use such fancy sticky notes.

Mr. Yang was so excited that he wanted to snatch the thing, but Mrs. Wei raised her hand.

Mr. Yang immediately yelled, "What are you doing? I can tell from the fact that the author sent this to me. She must have been touched by my sincerity in writing her essays every day. These are my plants! Don't even think about taking them for yourself!"

Old Mrs. Wei pointed at the address on the box and said, "Excuse me, if you are not too old and blind, please read carefully to see who the author is sending this to. It is addressed to me by name."

"Just now some people have been yelling about the express delivery to the Alliance. This express delivery has nothing to do with you."

Old Yang closed his eyes and said, "I don't want to listen, I don't want to listen. This is what the author sent me. It's proof that she misses me. She saw my sincerity..."

He then said, "The recipient's name is just random. The address is in the Alliance anyway, so it doesn't matter who receives it. You're just lucky to have your name filled in. To be honest, I'm definitely more familiar with the author than you are. There must be a plant of mine in this."

Old Lady Wei sneered, "If the author was even slightly familiar with you, he wouldn't have filled in my name."

"No way, some people's daily essay check-in won't be ignored by anyone."

Mr. Yang: "..."

Do you really have to stab my broken heart twice more?

The alliance members quickly moved to a relatively open area.

After opening the ring, it was pointed at an open space. The light flickered a few times, and in the blink of an eye, a pile of watermelons appeared on the ground like a small hill.

Everyone was stunned, their jaws about to hit the ground.

"what is this?"

"This is a watermelon! Watermelon, it's in the plant notes! There are so many! So many watermelons!"

"Pinch me, am I dreaming? There are so many watermelons, I can't even see the end. I think I must be hallucinating."

"Am I going to die? There are so many watermelons and so many plants... Can everyone in the alliance wholesale a plant?"

"This number is even more outrageous than if I gave birth to plants myself."

"Wait, why are all these watermelons independent? Where are their vines?"

When everyone saw Li Wenshu's note, they felt like the sky was falling.

“These watermelons were picked for us to eat???”

"Pick it up and treat us to some? Such a niche word, and it's a Blue Star word."

"If you take it off, won't that mean you're dead?"

"So many, are they all watermelon corpses?"

"How can we eat plants? You want me to eat plants? My ancestors' coffins can't even cover them!"

"If I eat plants, I'll be kicked out of my house!"

"Oh my god, where did the author get this habit from? He actually likes to eat plants!?"

"Don't talk about her! What's wrong with her eating what she grows? How can she be motivated to grow crops without a goal? What if she lives just for this bite of food?"

"That's right, we can just not eat them. This is also the good intention of the author. Look at how much watermelon she sent us. It's obvious that she put a lot of effort into it. She is so warm and thoughtful. She also sent us watermelon seedlings and a planting manual. Don't be ungrateful."

"…I just said it casually."

"Don't talk about her!"

Old Mrs. Wei didn't expect that the author would invite them to eat plants. Although she gave them several pots of plants, it was heartbreaking to see the piles of dead watermelons.

Next time I'd better tell the author that they really don't eat plants, so just send some live plants.

The watermelons were large, and even though they were all dead, everyone was still very careful in carrying them manually.

While moving it, the watermelon on top moved a little, and then another one rolled down.

"Fuck! My watermelon baby——"

There was a sharp explosion from the people nearby who were watching.

Zhang Xun, who was below, was bending over to move something. Before he could straighten up, he heard screams beside him.

He subconsciously looked up and saw a watermelon rolling towards him, and finally fell directly from the air.

He had nowhere to hide, no way to avoid the head-on collision, and fell straight to the ground.

The watermelon was smashed into pieces, revealing the bright red flesh inside.

In an instant, Zhang Xun was surrounded by people, but no one was looking at him.

They were all around him, circling around the watermelon, some were crying, some were picking up the watermelons, and some were trying to piece it back together.

No one cared about his life or death, and he felt his head buzzing.

Although the watermelon died, it died in such pieces that it still gave the onlookers a heart attack.

"Zhang Xun, why are you practicing iron head skills? You hit our watermelon baby like this. He can't even fight back. He died without a complete body. You are so cruel."