Chapter 287 Civil War in the Southern Confederacy
Bai Guo looked at the group of little cuties that Yang Xiangwei sent over and almost cursed.
She wants a helper, not a pamper.
Yang Xiangwei said quickly: "They are not pets, they are elves. They can help you plant spiritual fruits and guard the spiritual garden... Didn't you clean up a plantation? Leave it to them. They are born to do this."
He also named an elf on the spot and asked it to demonstrate to Baiguo.
Don't let Baiguo treat you as trash!
The elf who was called out was not at all nervous. It flapped its transparent wings and flew lightly to the flowerpot. It stretched out its hair-slender little hands and carefully picked up the core of the spiritual fruit that Yang Xiangwei had left. I saw it closing its eyes, mumbling slightly with its little mouth, and a faint green halo emanating from its body. The halo was like a gentle spring breeze, gently wrapping around the fruit core.
Under the cover of this halo, the fruit core seemed to come to life and began to tremble slightly.
The elf opened his eyes, with a lively light flashing in them. He gently placed the fruit core into the soil of the flowerpot, and then began to bury it carefully with his little hands.
Its movements were gentle and skillful, and each one seemed to have a rhythm.
Then, the elf flapped its wings and danced quickly around the flower pot. As it danced, a fresh breath filled the air, which was a fluctuation of spiritual power that contained vitality and vigor.
Just then, something magical happened.
The originally calm soil began to bulge slightly, and a tender green sprout broke through the soil. The sprout grew rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, sprouting branches and spreading leaves.
In just a moment, lush leaves grew on the branches. The leaves were emerald green and sparkled in the sunlight.
Then, small flower buds appeared on the tender green branches. The buds gradually bloomed, revealing delicate flowers with crystal dewdrops hanging on the petals, like fairy tears.
After the flowers withered, green spiritual fruits quietly appeared. Nourished by the elves' spiritual power, the spiritual fruits quickly swelled and changed color, and soon became plump and round, exuding an attractive fruity aroma.
Bai Guo's eyes, which originally had a questioning look in them, now widened in shock.
She looked at the fruit tree that had grown from a core to one full of spiritual fruits in a very short time, her mouth slightly opened, and she was speechless for a moment.
After a long while, she came back to her senses: "This... This is too magical, they... They are so small, but they can grow such big trees?!"
She gestured with her hands, but couldn't imagine that something the size of her fingers could actually grow a tree taller than her.
Moreover, it is a magical fruit that ordinary fairies cannot grow.
Yang Xiangwei looked at Bai Guo's reaction and smiled: "That's why I said, they are not pets, they are the best companions of plants - elves. With their help, your plantation will surely become more prosperous and produce more high-quality spiritual fruits."
Baiguo's eyes softened as he looked at them, as if he had seen the beautiful scene of the bountiful fruits in the plantation.
As for how Yang Xiangwei convinced these little guys, it was very simple - he wanted to eat, and they were responsible for growing it, and the best plantation was not somewhere else, but right there at Baiguo.
Moreover, with her around, they don't have to worry about someone sneaking into the plantation and "stealing" their fruits or harming them.
Ginkgo: That’s great! I have a planting helper!
The elves: Great, we have free bodyguards now. We will grow lots of delicious food for the Mother Goddess in the future!
Both parties reached a consensus.
Yang Xiangwei secretly breathed a sigh of relief: Done!
The River God, who was still in seclusion and had not woken up, said: "..."
I don’t know how he will feel when he wakes up and finds that there are more and more “helpers” around the Mother Goddess.
Alas...jealous guy, now there is a bunch of elves competing for his favor!
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Six-year-old Bian Fangya was being held tightly in Uncle Luo's arms. She looked tearfully at her brother Bian Kangshi, who was being carried on someone's back and had fainted not far away. She felt extremely sad.
She didn't know what had happened, she only knew that overnight, she and her brother suddenly embarked on the road to escape.
Her uncle Bian Qizhizi handed her and her brother over to Uncle Luo and his men. There were more than a dozen people on the way, but as they ran, only four uncles were left to protect them, and no one knew where the others had gone.
No one knew where her uncle Bian Qizhi had gone.
Maybe she knew it, but she just didn't dare to think about it.
Bian Fangya was afraid that she would cry, so she covered her mouth, because the entire journey of escaping had taught her that crying would not stop the other party from killing people, but would only expose her whereabouts.
After traveling for so many days, Uncle Luo and his men were a little exhausted and let Bian Fangya and her brother Bian Kangshi go.
The uncle who was carrying her brother on his back took out the medicine from the bag on his chest and replaced it for her brother.
Bian Fangya couldn't help herself, took the meat pie that Uncle Luo stuffed into her mouth, walked over, suppressed the discomfort in her heart, and whispered: "How is my brother? Is he okay? I saw him sleeping all the way, and there was no sound..."
The uncle saw her coming and blocked her slightly so that she wouldn't see the wound: "It's okay."
His voice was a little hoarse, and it was unclear whether it was due to thirst or because he hadn't spoken for a long time.
Uncle Luo hugged her from behind: "Don't go over there, your brother is sleeping, he will be fine when he wakes up."
Bian Fangya tugged at her clothes and said, "Really? Uncle Luo, you didn't lie to me?"
Uncle Luo was a little afraid to look at her eyes: "No, how could I lie to you? Eat the cake quickly, we still have to go on the road later."
"Okay!" Bian Fangya wanted to say something when she saw a mask flash by in the woods.
That was the mask she had seen countless times along the way. It was this group of people wearing this mask that forced them to run again and again.
The people around me fell one by one.
"Uncle Luo!"
Bian Fangya shouted in horror.
Uncle Luo followed her gaze, and although he saw nothing, his keen intuition made him pick up the weapon.
Sure enough, the next second, countless men in black wearing ghost masks rushed out of the woods, holding all kinds of weapons, and surrounded them in an instant.
"Hand over those two children, and I will spare your lives."
"Don't even think about it!"
Uncle Luo shouted loudly, and the long sword in his hand was instantly unsheathed. The sword light flashed, like a silver lightning cutting through the air, heading straight for a man in black with a ghost mask in front of him.
The man in black reacted quickly as well, and blocked with the short axe in his hand. There was a loud "clang" sound, sparks flew, and the powerful impact force made both men take a step back.
At the same time, the uncle next to him was not to be outdone. He flashed and came forward like a black shadow. His palms danced quickly, causing a whistling sound, and the shadow of his palms covered the other man in black.
The man in black waved the mace in his hand, trying to resist. The spikes on the mace flashed cold light and collided with the palm shadow, making a dull sound.
Uncle Luo took advantage of the opponent's retreat, kicked off and attacked again.
His sword skills were sharp and swift, and each blow carried a tremendous force. Wherever the blade passed, the air seemed to be torn apart.
The man in black was suppressed by his attack and was almost breathless. He could only block left and right. Several wounds gradually appeared on his body, and blood stained his black clothes red.
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