The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human? Chapter 533: Continue to avoid censorship, will change immed

The only person who could take him down under the ’Hound’s’ protection driven by the driver, unless Doctor Nile directly summoned the Winged Divine Dragon, would be in vain.

After leaving the clinic, Liu Zheng went to Rose Street again.

Aside from the street where the Bloody Restaurant is located, he was most familiar with this street; it felt like coming ho.

"I’m back."

Liu Zheng said loudly.

"Who welcod you, stupid human."

The French Plane Tree rolled its eyes at him.

"Don’t be so cold, after all, we’re drinking buddies."

Liu Zheng said with a grin.

"Who’s your drinking buddy, at most you’re just a liquor dealer."

The French Plane Tree said disdainfully.

"A transactional relationship is still a relationship. I’ve brought you a fine bottle of wine this ti, a limited edition rare vintage, I guarantee."

"Really? Let sll it."

The French Plane Tree extended a root.

A true wine connoisseur could tell the quality of a wine just by its aroma.

"No rush. There’s sothing I’d like the esteed French noble, Sir Dai Legao, to help with."

Liu Zheng placed one hand on his chest and bowed slightly.

"Tch, I knew you conniving human had nothing good in mind when you ca to . So, what do you want in exchange this ti?"

The French Plane Tree said, curling its lips.

"Do you have any more of those coffins made from your bark?"

He asked.

"What do you need that for?"

The French Plane Tree retorted.

"I just visited the cetery again, and the keeper there wants it."

Liu Zheng answered.

"Oh. No."

The French Plane Tree decisively refused.

"Huh? Why?"

He asked, puzzled.

It shouldn’t be anything precious to the French Plane Tree; otherwise, it wouldn’t have been given so easily last ti.

"The body, hair, and skin are inherited from one’s parents; my bark is like my skin, understand? Illiterate human."

The French Plane Tree said, self-righteously.

"Putting aside whether bark counts as skin, do you even know who your parents are?"

Liu Zheng squinted at it.

If granting wisdom is equivalent to granting life, its parents were likely those bizarre entities from the Chaos Club.

"You humans should mind your own business regarding our trees."

The French Plane Tree got upset and angry.

"Given our relationship, just be direct and say what’s on your mind."

He was getting a bit impatient.

"Who has any relationship with you, arrogant human."

The French Plane Tree instinctively retorted and then paused before speaking.

"Do you think bark sheds just like that? Besides shedding that conforms to the growth cycle, shedding requires a lot of energy."

"The coffin I gave you last ti was my last reserve; if you want more, you’ll have to wait until my next natural shedding."

"When’s your next natural shedding?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"Next year."

"You might as well just say you don’t have any."

He rolled his eyes.

Not to ntion that he couldn’t wait that long; by then, the French Plane Tree would have turned into a Phoenix, and where would the bark co from?

"Hmph, that’s pretty much what I ant."

The French Plane Tree said, curling its lips.

"Wait, didn’t you say you’re eighteen, so you should have at least eighteen bark coffins, right? What about the other coffins?"

Liu Zheng spotted a flaw.

"They’ve all been sold, otherwise how do you think I have so many collectibles? And it was never just eighteen coffins; one shed of bark can make several coffins, or I’d be broke by now."

The French Plane Tree said proudly.

"Hmm..."

He found himself montarily speechless.

Liu Zheng originally thought the French Plane Tree’s collection ca from picking up trash or charging tolls, but it turned out to be from selling its own bark coffins, making it quite the entrepreneur.

"You’ve had it rough."

He said in a complex tone.

For a mont, he didn’t know whether to admire or mock it.

"Living in the tropolis, no one’s got it easy."

The French Plane Tree unusually didn’t talk back.

"Is there any other way? I really need that coffin."

Liu Zheng told it about the contract he made with the Tomb Guardian.

"If you can get a Wood Elf corpse, then I could give you a coffin, and one made from a whole piece of bark at that."

After listening, the French Plane Tree pondered for a long ti before speaking.

"A Wood Elf corpse? Oh, the one you need milk and acorn from, right?"

He recalled and said.

"Yeah, and it’s only been a few days, you already forgot; typical dumb human."

The French Plane Tree took the opportunity to mock him.

"Heh."

Liu Zheng couldn’t be bothered with it.

This guy stood here doing nothing all day, of course, it’d rember.

He had so many things to do each day; rembering everything would make him superhuman, not just non-human.

"What if the Wood Elf corpse in the kitchen has already been used?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"Then you just wait to die."

The French Plane Tree replied rcilessly.

"Tch, you really are"

"Oh. No."

The French Plane Tree decisively refused.

"Huh? Why?"

He asked, puzzled.

It shouldn’t be anything precious to the French Plane Tree; otherwise, it wouldn’t have been given so easily last ti.

"The body, hair, and skin are inherited from one’s parents; my bark is like my skin, understand? Illiterate human."

The French Plane Tree said, self-righteously.

"Putting aside whether bark counts as skin, do you even know who your parents are?"

Liu Zheng squinted at it.

If granting wisdom is equivalent to granting life, its parents were likely those bizarre entities from the Chaos Club.

"You humans should mind your own business regarding our trees."

The French Plane Tree got upset and angry.

"Given our relationship, just be direct and say what’s on your mind."

He was getting a bit impatient.

"Who has any relationship with you, arrogant human."

The French Plane Tree instinctively retorted and then paused before speaking.

"Do you think bark sheds just like that? Besides shedding that conforms to the growth cycle, shedding requires a lot of energy."

"The coffin I gave you last ti was my last reserve; if you want more, you’ll have to wait until my next natural shedding."

"When’s your next natural shedding?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"Next year."

"You might as well just say you don’t have any."

He rolled his eyes.

Not to ntion that he couldn’t wait that long; by then, the French Plane Tree would have turned into a Phoenix, and where would the bark co from?

"Hmph, that’s pretty much what I ant."

The French Plane Tree said, curling its lips.

"Wait, didn’t you say you’re eighteen, so you should have at least eighteen bark coffins, right? What about the other coffins?"

Liu Zheng spotted a flaw.

"They’ve all been sold, otherwise how do you think I have so many collectibles? And it was never just eighteen coffins; one shed of bark can make several coffins, or I’d be broke by now."

The French Plane Tree said proudly.

"Hmm..."

He found himself montarily speechless.

Liu Zheng originally thought the French Plane Tree’s collection ca from picking up trash or charging tolls, but it turned out to be from selling its own bark coffins, making it quite the entrepreneur.

"You’ve had it rough."

He said in a complex tone.

For a mont, he didn’t know whether to admire or mock it.

"Living in the tropolis, no one’s got it easy."

The French Plane Tree unusually didn’t talk back.

"Is there any other way? I really need that coffin."

Liu Zheng told it about the contract he made with the Tomb Guardian.

"If you can get a Wood Elf corpse, then I could give you a coffin, and one made from a whole piece of bark at that."

After listening, the French Plane Tree pondered for a long ti before speaking.

"A Wood Elf corpse? Oh, the one you need milk and acorn from, right?"

He recalled and said.

"Yeah, and it’s only been a few days, you already forgot; typical dumb human."

The French Plane Tree took the opportunity to mock him.

"Heh."

Liu Zheng couldn’t be bothered with it.

This guy stood here doing nothing all day, of course, it’d rember.

He had so many things to do each day; rembering everything would make him superhuman, not just non-human.

"What if the Wood Elf corpse in the kitchen has already been used?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"Then you just wait to die."

The French Plane Tree replied rcilessly.

"Tch, you really are"