But it's very strange—once you transplant them out of the space, they become just like ordinary flowers: they wither normally, and if you don't take care of them properly, they'll die.
Up to now, Little Tiger still hasn't figured out why all that stuff can be tossed in like heavy rain without getting smashed.
Outside, Xuexue laughed. "Xiao Taohong really knows your Master inside out."
Xiao Taohong said in a credit-seeking tone, "Master, I'm smart, right?"
Xuexue nodded and smiled. "Mm, you are pretty smart. You spend all day studying how stingy your Master is—should I reward you with something? Like some Ingots and Candle?"
Xiao Taohong was overjoyed. "Yes yes, that's awesome!"
Who knew Xuexue's smile would suddenly vanish as she said coldly, "That's never gonna happen. Just thinking about it is enough."
Xiao Taohong was very disappointed.
Xuexue said, "Since you keep saying your Master is stingy, how could I possibly bear to waste money on you lot?"
