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Chen Xuan understood Qing Yao's personality well. He knew that Qing Yao was absolutely cold and indifferent; if she had no feelings, she would never pay him any attention, even though he was the owner of this farm.
Hmph! As if you’re the one who’s wronged.
Branches extended, bringing Qing Yao right in front of Chen Xuan. She pulled out her phone and pointed at a picture, casually asking, "What do you think of this outfit? How do I look in it?"
Outfit? What outfit?
Chen Xuan instinctively looked down and saw a photo of a uniform displayed on Qing Yao's phone—a striking yellow and white ensemble!
Cough, cough.
Chen Xuan widened his eyes in disbelief as he stared at Qing Yao. "You want to wear that?"
"Of course!" Qing Yao nodded enthusiastically. "I’ve seen so many girls wearing it; it looks so beautiful! Can you buy me a set?"
I...
Chen Xuan felt like crying without tears. What kind of situation was this? Hadn’t they agreed that he would be responsible for keeping the demons locked up? Now he was also expected to buy uniforms for them!
He thought to himself that he needed to have a serious discussion with Old Xin about renegotiating his compensation! Perhaps he could ask for that elixir that would allow him to ascend to immortality right away?
Chen Xuan cleared his throat and said seriously, "I can buy it for you, but we need to set some ground rules first."
"Ground rules?" Qing Yao's fair and beautiful face showed a hint of confusion and shock. She pointed at herself, unable to believe it. "You're setting ground rules with such a stunning girl? Just for her to get you to buy a piece of clothing? Chen, are you single?"
"Wow! You even know the term 'single dog'?"
Chen Xuan was completely defeated. He handed Qing Yao ten thousand yuan, waving his hand impatiently. "Just buy it yourself; this ten thousand is enough for you!"
"Hehe, that's more like it!" Qing Yao smiled happily, her charming big eyes narrowing into slits. She disdainfully glanced at Jin Xiong and Watermelon Demon, who were busy working, snorted softly, and returned to the towering tree.
Chen Xuan shook his head and prepared to continue working. Just then, Jin Xiong ghosted over to Chen Xuan's side.
Chen Xuan jumped in surprise. "Damn! Why do you sneak up on me like a ghost without making a sound?"
Jin Xiong's expression was blank as he stared intensely at Chen Xuan, scanning him from head to toe. Chen Xuan felt a chill run down his spine and couldn't help but ask, "What do you want?"
Jin Xiong grinned widely, revealing an expression of extreme greed. "Just now, Qing Yao said she gave you Azure Wood Divine Liquid?"
"Yeah!" Chen Xuan nodded.
Jin Xiong's breathing suddenly became rapid. "Where is it?"
"There's nothing left." Chen Xuan spread his hands and smiled, "Just two drops, and I've used them all."
"Nothing left?" Jin Xiong seemed to hear the worst news imaginable. His burly frame swayed slightly as he cast a solemn glance at a few cows grazing leisurely not far away. He then looked down at his own robust body and let out a bitter laugh, "What do you need that for, you single dog? It's such a waste!"
With that, Jin Xiong shook his head and turned away.
"Hey! That's too much! You're all ganging up on me!" Chen Xuan exclaimed.
A bag of Da Bao Seeds had taken more than a day to prepare, but it was finally ready for planting. The three of them were exhausted from the effort.
However, in Chen Xuan's mind, the vision of dozens of acres of agricultural experience base would take shape within a month at the latest. By then, Qing Xuan Farm would truly be established. Not only would Chen Xuan be able to continuously generate income from Qing Xuan Farm, but he could also pursue some personal projects he had always wanted to do.
For instance, conducting small-scale agricultural research. The thought of agricultural research suddenly sparked an idea in Chen Xuan's mind. He picked up his phone and called Liu Yueming.
Beep beep. The phone rang for quite a while before finally connecting.
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