Chapter 42

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<h1>Chapter 42: Are You A Fanyin Tree? (2)</h1>

“It’s not dead yet,” Mi Wan hastily said.

Fan Chen peered questioningly at her, his eyes clearly asking: Why are you still here?

“Actually, I….I came by to ask you… to go help save that old tree in the square.”

Right, I did promise the little Fanyin tree that I would save that Banyan tree in the square. Fan Chen got up and prepared to leave.

“Because…in order to cure this sapling, I would need to spend some time.”

Fan Chen abruptly stopped.

“Give me at least until tomorrow night to plant it back. If everyone found out that the healthy Banyan tree had died the next morning, I’m afraid it would make headlines.” Although Mi Wan enjoyed reading Weibo’s trending gossip on her cellphone, she did not wish to find herself on that list. Someone might be out for blood and accuse her of digging the century-old ancient tree to death using the shovel borrowed from the owner of the milk tea shop. If the shop owner were to appear as a witness, won’t that be a mountain of iron-clad evidence?

“You can cure it?” Fan Chen narrowed his eyes as he reaffirmed what he heard.

“Mmhmm.” Mi Wan nodded.

“When you first made a fuss about saving a tree, you were not referring to the one in your arms?”

“Uh.” Nope.

“Why didn’t you say so?” Fan Chen’s voice sounded like it was seething through gritted teeth.

“I was about to, but then the little Fanyin tree started talking… so I got distracted.” Fine, so she was curious about what the little Fanyin tree had to say.

Fan Chen quietly observed Mi Wan, making her heart pound nervously.

“…Then why are you still standing here?” The tree can’t save itself!

“Ah, oh, I… I… I’ll go now.” Mi Wan hugged the little Fanyin tree and started running back next door. When she reached the top of the wall, she noticed that Fan Chen was heading out as well, and could not help but ask anxiously, “Are you off to save that old banyan tree?”

To avoid confusion, Mi Wan made no mention of the main body.

“What do you think?” Fan Chen asked sarcastically.

“Hehehe, then you must be. Remember, the old Banyan tree is half-withered and half-filled with leaves, don’t just save the whole tree and don’t forget to clean up the fallen leaves on the ground~~” Mi Wan reminded him incessantly, “I’ll replant the little Fanyin tree tomorrow night.”

And just whose fault is this? Aren’t you too shameless to be ordering people around?

The veins on Fan Chen’s forehead throbbed. If he stayed any longer, a certain person might be the death of him, so he teleported on the spot and left the vicinity.

“Tree demon bro is truly a good demon with a cold exterior and a warm heart. He knew I was in a hurry so he teleported.” Mi Wan nodded her head in satisfaction. Tree demon bro was truly a kind and tender demon.

Fan Chen teleported to the center of the square and though he had mentally prepared himself, seeing the field filled with dead leaves and the black withered branches was still a shock to behold. No one understood the meaning behind the death of a Fanyin tree better than him.

Fanyin trees represented the kindness that the heavens bestowed upon the human world. If they were to go extinct, it meant that the heavens had abandoned this world.

“Shalala…”

Fan Chen brought about a large gust of wind, causing the thousands of fallen leaves to whisper in the flow, covering the entire square.

Fan Chen slowly lifted his right hand, closed it to form a fist, and whipped it in a circular motion. The gentle night breeze suddenly spun violently, as if it were agitated. The wind’s force gradually increased, until it turned into an alarming hurricane. The hurricane enveloped the entire square, sweeping every fallen leaf from the ground and carrying them into the sky, where they flew far away to some desolate mountain.

The entire square was instantly cleared of all debris.

Fan Chen glanced at the old Banyan tree where all that was left were the silk ties on its branches. His fingertips emitted a flash as he sent a stream of vitality. The withered trunk instantly rejuvenated itself. One by one, each fallen leaf repopulated in layers, and soon, half the tree was filled with leaves.

Shhh Shhh~~

Another breeze blew past, causing some of the newly grown leaves to scatter to the ground.

Fan Chen reached up to catch them and felt the joy of the falling leaves.

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The next day, Mi Wan did not leave the house and obediently stayed in her room, which was out of Butler Ye’s expectations. He had expected that after being under house arrest for so long, his Young Miss should be out running wild. So why did she decide to stay at home after going out for just one day?

“Young Miss, why aren’t you out having fun today?” When it was time for lunch, Butler Ye could not help but ask.

“Don’t feel like it.” I need to be at home to save a tree.

“Did something happen while you were out yesterday?”

“No, I just don’t feel like going out.” I need to help this little Fanyin tree purge its demonic poison from its spiritual body by tonight. It requires a lot of spiritual energy. It’s exhausting and no one would feed me meat in this house……. Woe is me.

Seeing his Young Miss’s stricken expression, Butler Ye instantly deduced a possibility.

“Was it because… Young Miss’s friends found out about her drug addiction?” Although the Mi family had kept the Young Miss’s drug addiction a secret from outsiders, there were some friends by the Young Miss’s side who knew. After all, it was the Ling family’s Young Miss that quietly told the First Young Master that Mi Wan was taking drugs, otherwise, the family would not have found out so soon.

“Friends?” Mi Wan froze, and when she came to her senses, she loaded a large portion of the previous owner’s memories. Since there were so many memories, with the exception of those who mattered to the original host of this body, Mi Wan did not spend much time studying the other people in her memory bank. At this moment, with Butler Ye suddenly mentioning about the late owner’s friends, Mi Wan carefully looked back at her memories. It was then she realized… The late owner was a poor soul and did not have any friends.

Obviously, there were some that the previous owner felt were her friends, but in Mi Wan’s eyes, these people could not be considered friends.

Butler Ye took one look at Mi Wan’s expression and knew that he must have guessed right. He was immediately filled with pity. The Young Miss must have been ridiculed by her friends. Looks like after drug habilitation, the Young Miss would need to undergo some psychological therapy, and if that didn’t work, perhaps a change in surroundings?

“Young Miss, don’t worry. Those who truly care about you would not blame you for committing a small mistake…”

A small mistake? Mi Wan looked at Butler Ye suspiciously. She never forgot the time when she had just regained consciousness, Butler Ye treated her with an unyielding look and brusque tone. Just when did this suddenly become a small mistake?

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