Chapter 251
In the forest under the cover of night, the red trumpet creeper swayed gently in the wind. This flower, which was called the flower of death by adventurers and warriors across the continent, was now quietly blooming on the branches of a young plant.
The system did not correct the host's mistake. Instead, it squatted on the tree and waited quietly with her for the adventurers to pass by.
They were a group of adventurers with extremely rough appearance, even like vagrants. No one knew how long they had stayed in this vast forest. Their clothes had long been torn into irregular strips, and their faces were covered with untidy beards, which made their eyes look brighter and more fierce.
They look like the ferocious Tibetan mastiffs that only noble lords would keep.
The small tree with trumpet creepers in bloom bent its branches at the top with the wind, and its invisible green eyes were looking at this group of rugged adventurers with curiosity.
She thought her disguise was flawless, but the reputation of the Flower of the Dead was well-known throughout the continent, so the adventurers who passed by stopped for a moment after passing by, rubbed their eyes, and looked back muttering to themselves.
"My gods, did I eat something poisonous in the forest and have hallucinations? Otherwise, how could I see one after another... trumpet creeper tree?"
The adventurer's mumbling successfully attracted the echoes of others. They rubbed their eyes with their huge fists again and again, and couldn't help but step back two steps closer. Some even lay on the ground and got very close. The small tree with the trumpet creeper was still growing upright in the same place, and even the flowers and branches were gently swaying with the breeze in the forest.
No matter how you look at it, this is a real trumpet creeper... tree. If you get close, you can even smell the rich fragrance of the flowers.
An adventurer pulled his companion back and shouted in a low voice: "Gary! Damn it, are you going to die? Don't approach the flower of death rashly. It will only bring you more misfortune or even death!"
Hearing this, Jiali rubbed his eyes again and said excitedly, "I have never seen such a flower of death. Do you think if we bring it back, will those nobles scramble for it with huge sums of money?"
As soon as these words came out, the other person next to him was also immediately moved. He looked at the trumpet creeper tree with a look of fear no longer in his eyes. Instead, he burst out with more light, as if he had seen the light of life...
When everything in existence is linked to money, even the gods high above will be weighed and moved by it.
No one can hide the greed and ambition in their eyes.
They used the tools they carried to dig up the soil around the trumpet creeper tree bit by bit, trying not to damage any of the tree's roots. Then they sprinkled fine soil on the roots of this trumpet creeper tree they had never seen before, carefully wrapped them with cloth strips, and then put them into a bag made of wild animal skins. Several people took turns carrying it out of the Silver Moon Forest.
The system flew behind several adventurers, communicating with the host, trying its best to prevent the unsuccessful children from feeling so aggrieved that they burst into tears.
When Yunmian was transforming into a small tree, he never thought that he would be dug out of the soil alive.
The system whispered to her, "Mianmian, this is a story of adding legs to a snake. The chance of an ordinary tree being discovered was the lowest, but you made it bloom."
It is still the Death Trumpet Creeper that is feared by adventurers.
The trumpet creeper in this world is not as harmless as in the real world. It always appears in the songs of wandering poets. It is endowed with all kinds of mysterious and ominous colors. It is called a flower watered with the blood of babies. Anyone who dares to approach and look directly at it will be blinded by the demon that lives on sucking the juice of the trumpet creeper as a punishment.
Yunmian: “…”
But in her previous life, she heard her sister who dispensed medicine in the hospital say that this flower was a very good medicinal herb that could cure many diseases.
The little boy... No, it should be the little tree lying wilted in the animal skin bag, feeling its body being carried up and down and swaying left and right, listening to those adventurers excitedly talking about how many noble lords would fight for it, the whole tree was not feeling well.
It will never become a small tree with small flowers again.
But the bare little tree looks good only when it is covered with little flowers...
The little child trembled the branches and leaves in grievance, and listened to the system uncle telling him various fables such as "adding legs to a snake", "stealing the bell while covering one's ears" and "there is nothing silver here" with his little flower drooping.
Listen more, learn more, and resolutely not be a stupid cub among the elves.
Also, when I go back and tell stories to the elves about this experience, I must completely ignore it, and no other elf must know about it.
Little did she know that the moment it was dug out, the four elven guards who had been hiding behind her looked at each other for a moment, and one of them was flapping its wings hard to fly towards the center of the Silver Moon Forest.
"Oh no! The little cotton has turned into a small tree and has bloomed, but has been dug up by humans!!!"
system:"……"
The story of adding unnecessary details must be told to the host a hundred times, so that she can engrave every word into her soul!
After being bumpy for more than an hour, the little cotton flower finally felt as if it was placed on a flat ground.
Someone carefully opened the animal skin bag, and when he saw her, he exclaimed in surprise: "God bless it, it was not damaged at all, and not a single flower of death fell!"
Yunmian: “…”
It’s not the gods who are blessing you!
If the flowers fall off, I will be bald!!
The elf Mianmian was so angry that she didn't want to bloom anymore, but she knew that she couldn't rashly change into another form, otherwise she would be caught by these adventurers and sold.
The system was afraid that the host would be irritated by these adventurers, so it simply squatted on the table and played cartoons for the host.
That’s right, it’s still the animated version of the fable of “Drawing a Snake but Adding Feet”, and it’s very vivid and lifelike, except that the stickman who turned into a snake was almost turned into Yunmian.
Yunmian: “…”
I purse my lips, want to cry, but I hold it back with great difficulty, I miss my mother, I can’t help it, sob…
There happened to be a careful adventurer among the adventurers who was afraid that the tree would wither soon after being dug out, so he found some clean water and poured it on the tree, which mixed with the child's own tears, making the tree sparkle and look extremely beautiful.
Although the system uncle had bad intentions to bully the child, the child himself was now a small tree with small flowers in bloom, and he could not jump up and hit it except to lie there obediently.
So the replanted small tree could only squat in the luxurious flowerpot that the adventurers had bought at a high price and wait and wait... until finally this group of people fell asleep.
So, under the bright and cold moonlight, in a flowerpot guarded by a room full of sleeping adventurers, a small tree with red trumpet creeper in bloom was secretly trying to pull itself out.
The leaves, branches and flowers all grabbed the edge of the flowerpot, and then pulled hard -
An elf cub with translucent green wings appeared in the air, covered in mud. After spitting out the mud in its mouth with two embarrassed and anxious sounds, it flew in the air with its hands on its hips, glaring at the adventurers below.
Now I just regret that my magic is not advanced enough!
Otherwise, all these people must be turned into rotten eggs and rotten stones, and let them bump into each other, and either break or stink!
"Little Cotton, stop looking, it's time for us to leave." The system flew over and touched the elf's forehead.
Yunmian flew out a short distance and then stopped suddenly.
Thinking about how awkward his first time using magic was, the kid became angrier and angrier, and finally he turned back and with great effort he grabbed the luxurious flowerpot full of soil and flew out of the window in revenge.
The system felt a little guilty for bullying her, so it could only fly under the flowerpot to help her hold it up to save effort.
System: I never thought I could be useful in this way in my life...
If someone in the town covered by the night looked up at this time, they would see an elf cub in the air grabbing a flower pot inlaid with sparkling gems and flying out with a whoosh.
"...Baby, what are you doing with the flowerpot?" The system always finds it difficult to keep up with the host's train of thought.
Could it be that the child suddenly became smart, realized that the flower pot was very valuable, and also knew that he would need money to travel in the human world in the future, so he tried so hard to steal the flower pot?
Just as it was full of guesses and sighing that the child had finally grown up, the elf on the flowerpot happened to proudly answer in a crisp voice: "This is the flowerpot they bought for me!"
She would not bear to throw away her own flower pot, no matter how heavy or difficult it was to hold.
After all, this is the first gift she received from humans since she came to this world!
system:"……"
I began to doubt whether the host could complete the seven Love Brain plot tasks.
If the prince or princess stuffed a candy into her mouth, would she become dizzy and just eat the candy, holding her face happily and wishing them a happy marriage?
The system had obviously not worried about the progress of the mission for many worlds, but at this moment it was holding up the heavy flower pot, as if it was holding up the mission crisis that had been put aside, and it was extremely heavy.
"Uncle, where is Xitanya?" Yun Mian seemed to have finally remembered her mission and stopped on a pointed-roof house with a flower pot.
The system stopped on her left and told her, "Hitaya is still very far away. Mianmian needs to take a carriage through many towns and then to the western edge of this continent. There is an endless blue sea. That is the most mysterious sea, Hitaya."
There was a faint flickering of candlelight below. The elf was lying on the edge of the flowerpot, stepping on the fragile tiles, and was trying to sprinkle the soil out of the pot with his tender little white hands.
The flowerpot was almost taller than her. The soil inside was dug out little by little, and the rest... She flapped her wings and flew in. She wanted to continue throwing it out, but her white and tender little feet stepped on the soil, paused for a moment, and then tried to step on it again. Her eyes slowly lit up...
Three seconds later, the three elf guards hiding in the dark noticed something was wrong and flew closer. Then, from top to bottom, they clearly saw the little cotton ball curled up in the soil of the flowerpot, sleeping with bubbles coming out of its nose.
Elf Guard: “…”
system:"……"
With a little princess like this in the elves, can they really still live a carefree and innocent life in the Silvermoon Forest?
The last elf guard flew down and plucked a soft enough leaf from the human's flower bed, carefully placing it on the sleeping elf cub, and then the three elf guards worked together to lift up this luxurious jewel flowerpot bed and hid it in a more inconspicuous place.
Little Cotton has gone to sleep, good night, babies~
Thanks to the little angel who cast the mine:
1 salted fish;
Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution:
31 bottles of fish in the stream;
21 bottles of salted fish;
ISO 12 bottles;
Howler monkey, tea, and 5 bottles of liquor as betrothal gifts;
I am your baby 2 bottles;
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