Galactic Garbage Station Chapter 82
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Chapter 82
In fact, most people present at the scene felt that Wei Qiang was being unreasonable .
Not to mention the rare pets such as pythons, antlers, and salamanders . Even cats seldom know how to pick up balls . Can you say cats are not pets? This Wei Qiang is just making trouble because no guests came to see his pets .
So in everyone’s opinion, Su Jing doesn’t have to pay attention to Wei Qiang and they don’t understand why Su Jing is allowing Wei Qiang to act like that .
Su Jing opened the glass jar with Morpho Helena in it, tore a piece of toilet paper, kneaded it into a ball the size of his little finger, and threw it, saying, “Go and pick it up . ”
This lets everybody in the place stare at him like he was the biggest Joker in history, butterflies can’t pick up paper balls, butterflies are not dogs, they can’t be trained to become obedient . Even Zhu Jianhua, who is accustomed to Su Jing’s command of animals, is stunned . He wonders if Su Jing is really jocking this time . After all, He can barely accept obedient cats, but commanding this butterfly is impossible .
But as soon as Su Jing’s voice fell, the butterfly flew out of the glass jar . The burly men, the thin elderly man, and the short-haired middle-aged women and so on were completely stunned and they all shouted in a hurry . Zhu Jianhua was also stunned and a stabbing phantom pain appeared in his heart . This butterfly which is worth more than 150,000 yuan, flew out like this, which is equivalent to 150,000 yuan suddenly blown away by the wind . How can he not feel pain?
“Don’t let it run away . ” The burly man rushed up and wanted to catch the Morpho Helena .
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“You stop, don’t hurt it . ” The thin old man quickly pulled the burly man .
“Get the net bag . ” The short-haired middle-aged woman was anxious and said in a hurry to the petite and charming woman next to her who ran out and went to find the net bag .
Just when everyone was anxious and feeling like an ant on a hot pot, they saw the Morpho Helena flying to the paper ball that Su Jing threw to the ground not far away, landed on the paper ball, grabbed the paper ball and flew up, then took the paper ball and flew to Su Jing . Su Jing reached out and Morpho Helena put the paper ball on Su Jing’s hand . Then Morpho Helena flew to Su Jing’s shoulder and fell .
“What the hell just happened . ”
“I must be losing my mind . ”
The audience was stunned . The professionals such as the burly men, the thin old men, and short-haired middle-aged women were even more stunned . They have lived for a lifetime and have seen countless insects and pets, but they have never seen such obedience . They were on the verge of going crazy .
Wei Qiang was stunned and looked at all the people around him who were also stunned . His heart was filled with regret . But he had indeed helped to make this perfect performance, which not only made him a villain but also made this Morpho Helena reach a higher level .
“What’s wrong with everyone? Why aren’t they searching for the Morpho Helena . ” The charming woman finally got the net bag and ran back, but everyone looked dull .
“Didn’t you see Morpho Helena fall on the boy’s shoulder? The butterfly was really obedient and really picked up the paper ball . ” The middle-aged woman with short hair said in shock .
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“What?” The delicate and charming woman was stunned and then she stamped her foot . “Oh, I missed such a wonderful picture . ” Her intestines are almost green with regret . She shouldn’t have gone to fetch the net bag just now .
“Well, Mr . Wei, do you think that this butterfly is a pet now?” Su Jing smiled and looked at Wei Qiang .
“Snort . ” Wei Qiang was speechless but he snorted coldly and turned away . Although he wanted to retort but what could he say in his retort? His butterflies can carry things back like dogs . This is not a pet . What is a pet? He was so depressed that he thought that butterflies could train these days . Was he too backward in information?
The reason why this butterfly can be so obedient is of course because of Su Jing, but it is not the function of the Ten Thousand Beasts Tablet . Butterflies are just like crickets . They have low intelligence . Although he can understand their words through the Ten Thousand Beasts Tablet, they can’t communicate well . It’s like talking to a human mentally handicapped person . Some extremely simple words can be understood, but they don’t want to communicate with him . Like Su Jing’s previous conversations with crickets, it’s like talking to a psychotic person .
This time, Su Jing uses Spiritual Beast Taming ability, For butterflies, crickets and other mentally retarded creatures, Spiritual Beast Taming is very easy . It takes a little spiritual force to tame a pigeon . Even taming a butterfly and cricket requires a maximum of 0 . 1 spiritual force . It is still relatively simple to ask them to pick up the paper balls by direct spiritual command .
“Mr . Shen, where are you?” The short-haired middle-aged woman went to the corner and called Shen Hong .
“I’m not feeling well . I’m resting at home . Are you at the Zhongyun Expo Exhibition Hall?” Shen Hong said .
“By the way, you have a Perfect Pet Paradise employee with a Morpho Helena . Do you know this?”
“I don’t know, but it must not be a real Morpho Helena . It must be farmed . What are you so excited about?”
“This one is by no means farmed . It’s perfect . I’ve seen countless Morpho Helena specimens and photographs . But compared with this one, those are only supporting roles . And the butterfly can understand people and pick up the paper ball like a puppy . ”
“Is there still such a thing?” Shen Hong was tempted with curiosity .
“So could you tell that employee that he should give me Morpho Helena, he should give you some face, right?”
“What’s his name? I’ll ask Jiayao later . ”
“His name is Su Jing . ”
“What do you say his name is?” Shen Hong was stunned . The last time he bought Cats and Dogs and the Purple Sandalwood in Su Family Village, That person was also called Su Jing .
“His name is Su Jing . ” The middle-aged woman with short hair repeated her sentence .
“I’ll ask . ” Shen Hong immediately called Shen Jiayao . After asking about the situation, he was surprised . He was really that boy . He thought that he still had something beyond his imagination . However, after clarifying the situation, he had to politely reject the short-haired middle-aged woman, because Su Jing was not the Perfect Pet Paradise employee at all, and he had no face to sell . If She wanted to buy the butterfly, She could only depend on her own ability .
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