"If you keep arguing, I'll put you in a petri dish."
Lin Zhou shook the vine on his left arm and sneered at a mutated piranha.
In this era of steel city-states devouring flesh and blood, she may be the only person who can reason with plants.
In the wasteland world after the Ice Age, three hundred mobile city-states roared across the wasteland.
As a botanist, Lin Zhou possesses two vital skills:
——Lick a sip of rose juice and you can taste the countdown to self-destruction of the entire city-state;
——Waving the symbiotic vines will make the mechanical turret bloom with morning glory that recognizes its master.
Until she discovered those steel behemoths known as "human sanctuaries" deep in the ice field.
What beats deep inside the engine is the heart of a living plant.
Escape? It's better to be parasitic in reverse.
When the coalition government's pursuers cornered her,
She pierced the green clam vines into the core of the city-state and chuckled at the cracks between machinery and flesh:
"Hey, guess what-"
"Is it human bullets that are faster, or is it my roots that crush the spine of this city first?"
Purpose: Only when human beings learn to talk to their roots on an equal footing can civilization truly be qualified to migrate.