Suddenly, a pair of feet landed beside her, and a soft laugh rang in her ears. The next second, Yu Wanwan felt someone lift her up by the waist.

The first thing you see is a pure white robe, long curly hair that reaches her waist, and a kind and handsome face paired with a pair of narrow and bewitching phoenix eyes.

The upper half of his face is that of a demon, and the lower half of his face is that of a Buddha, yet they are remarkably harmonious.

He shook Yu Wanwan: "Little thing, what are you doing here?"

A flower that can talk—it's just so eerie.

Yu Wanwan kept her mouth shut, not daring to answer.

"All the spirit flowers have gone back, why don't you go back?"

Seeing that Yu Wanwan was pretending to be dead, he increased his strength, shaking her until she felt dizzy.

Even so, Yu Wanwan held back and didn't say anything.

"Zewu, Zewu, you've come! Did you come to bring me dew?"

The two of them looked down and saw a seven-colored flower that looked almost exactly like Yu Wanwan hugging Ze Wu's leg, looking up at him with its petal-like face.

Ze Wu smiled, squatted down, took out a small section of bamboo from his pocket, removed the stopper, and poured the dew inside into the mouth of the seven-colored flower.

After drinking its fill, the Seven-Colored Flower wiped its mouth, let out a satisfied burp, and immediately turned and huffed as it disappeared into the bushes.

Yu Wanwan was stunned by this series of actions for quite a while.

So her character is designed to be a flower that can not only run and jump, but also talk?

But what shocked her even more was the male's name.

Why does that sound so familiar?

Yu Wanwan squinted and carefully examined his appearance.

If your hair and eyebrows turn white, plus your face is covered in wrinkles and creases...

This...this is the Supreme God!

Yu Wanwan was stunned.

So, has she traveled back to the time when the main god was young, when he was still an orc?

Ze Wu extended his index finger and tapped her petal-shaped face: "Little thing, why are you looking at me like that? You haven't answered me yet, why don't you go back?"

go back?

How does she know where she should go back to?

Yu Wanwan stammered, "I don't want to go back. I... I want to go home with you."

He's the person she knows best right now.

Zewu smiled, his expression gentle yet firm in his refusal: "No, what are you doing following me? Go back to your own home."

He wanted to put Yu Wanwan back, but Yu Wanwan had nowhere to go, so she could only hug him tightly, her leafy hands and grassy legs wrapping tightly around his wrists.

"I don't want to go back."

Ze Wu swayed her but couldn't shake her off. He tried to pull her off with his hand, but Yu Wanwan screamed in pain.

Left with no other choice, Zewu had to let go.

"Little thing, why do you want to follow me?"

“I…” Yu Wanwan touched the petals that had been torn, “because I also want to drink dew.”

"Also, I'm not called Little Thing, I'm called Wanwan."

Upon hearing Yu Wanwan's purpose in following him, Ze Wu's eyes flashed with coldness, but when he heard her say his name, the coldness turned into interest.

He curled his lips into a smile: "You even have a name?"

“I can speak, so why can’t I have a name?” Yu Wanwan retorted while hugging him tightly.

Zewu rested his chin on his hand, looking down at the little thing clinging to him.

Although Linghua can speak, she is not very intelligent. It's already quite good that she knows how to ask for things, so she wouldn't even bother to name herself.

This spirit flower named Wanwan seems quite interesting.