Originally, all the dream lotuses in this underground sea of ​​flowers were exactly the same, but recently, with the changes made by Loran Hill, many different varieties have begun to appear. They are distributed in grids divided by tree branches and are numbered below.

"No. c168..." Loran Hill looked at the marked number, took out his booklet and wrote it down, then squatted down with Tehua to observe it together.

The flower stem of this dream lotus is much better than before. It has symmetrical leaves on the bottom, and the lotus in the middle is half-open. The petals on the bottom have already fully expanded, while the central part still retains the shape of a bud, emitting a faint glow.

Does it need to be ripened a little more? Lan Xier looked at the lotus in front of him and gently touched the bud with his fingers.

A soft and hazy feeling spreads to the consciousness, as if lying in extremely comfortable cotton, the nerves gradually relax, making people want to have a good sleep.

It really works, the girl thought, and then she unfolded her power, carefully guiding the magic power into it to speed up its maturation process.

Afterwards, the flower bud gradually expands like a slow-motion picture, and then opens layer by layer, revealing the stamens inside. Finally, a hazy and illusory scene unfolds in the mind, and then caresses every corner of the body and mind, making people forget the pain and the past, and sink into it with yearning.

Unfortunately, after this wonderful feeling passed, everything dissipated like mist, and the stamens in front of me, although bright, were no longer as magical as before.

Is this the result of the extraordinary characteristics overflowing and being consumed?

Loranhill looked at the lotus that had lost its effect, thinking secretly in his heart, and wrote down his previous feelings with the pen in his hand.

It seems that there is still a long way to go and it will not be completed so quickly.

However, now she has roughly figured out the direction.

"It will work, Tehua."

Loran Hill turned around and looked at the witch beside him. There was a hint of loss and fragility on her brow, which made people feel pity and cherish her.