Zhang Yiyi listened and then got up, picked up the helicopter remote control, and started to fiddle with it. She couldn't operate it, and the little helicopter, under her control, swayed from side to side, multiple times crashing into the robots on the ground.
Xiao Xian held her forehead; in fact, she wanted to say, she didn't need a helicopter, isn't there already a ready-made "airplane" Little White Jiao.
No instructions needed, no manual operation, just pulling out Jiao Scales will do.
"Bitter Beans, Tamarisk, Sea Buckthorn, Tamarisk, I don't need so many plants, just these four," despite the commotion, serious matters must still be completed, Xiao Xian chose four species, "However, I have one condition, the plants that are grown here, belong to the Campus, but I demand that the fruits of the plants belong to me, this request isn't excessive, is it?"
