Chapter 101 100. Do you want the crown ball?

When Huaiyu woke up again, the room was dark. No light came through the curtains and it was pitch black.

She turned on the solar lamp absentmindedly, wondering if she would sleep until midnight.

She felt sticky all over, but she was in good spirits and her mind was much clearer... maybe she had recovered from her illness! She raised her wrist to check her watch - was it two o'clock in the morning?

I touched my stomach again and felt so hungry. I was so hungry that I felt anxious and had to get up and rummage through the drawers to find something to eat.

Just as I was tossing and turning, I suddenly heard the chirping of chickens outside the door: "Chirp, chirp, chirp..."

Huh? They usually don't call at night!

Huaiyu opened the door and found that it was dark outside, as if it was going to rain, but it was still daytime!

She was dumbfounded.

I looked at my watch again - so I slept until 2pm the next day? This is the bad thing about not having neighbors. Life is so confusing. And it looks like it's going to rain, why didn't the forecast yesterday morning say so?

She even went to water the fields despite her sick body!

She has peanuts, yams, soybeans, peppers, cucumbers, sweet potatoes, and potatoes that have just sprouted and been cut into pieces and planted!

So angry! Huaiyu was depressed, so he took out the noodles and pickled bracken and decided to make himself a bowl of dumpling soup.

only……

If it rains, will there be more mushrooms, fungi and wild vegetables growing in the mountains? And will bamboo fungi grow in the bamboo forest? If so, I can pick some and give them to Zhou Qian first.

She paused, and then she remembered the vague and hazy dream she had last night...

Even someone as optimistic as Huai Yu couldn't help but sigh in an emo way at this moment.

Since she woke up, everyone she met was very nice, but the two people who were best to her have now gone to the wilderness.

The wasteland...what exactly is it like?

Could the withered and dead tree in the dream have been made by Lin Xuefeng?

And she... it's so strange, why does she only dream about Lin Xuefeng and not Zhou Qian! She obviously has known Zhou Qian longer.

Huaiyu shook his head, and finally concluded that it was his own nature.

Look at the face.

After all, Zhou Qian is dark and strong. Although he looks like a reliable elder brother when he smiles, he is still not as charming as Lin Xuefeng!

That was the one who crushed someone's head in front of her and taught her how to root out the evil! In front of Zhou Qian, she was always like a good kid, without any killing power. How could she do such a thing?

She couldn't help but think of Lin Xuefeng's actions that night, and now she tried to imitate him.

"Water-types...are really cool!"

But the chickens at the door were still screaming, as if they had been hungry for three days and three nights. Huaiyu had no choice but to put his emotions aside and just grab a handful of rice grains and sprinkle them in for the sake of convenience.

"Didn't I feed you guys before going to bed yesterday? You didn't eat for half a day and all night, how come you're all so hungry?"

Huaiyu muttered to himself, and now he looked at the yellow stale rice in the bag. When he opened it, he could smell a moldy odor, a taste that no purification ability could remove.

Looking at the bracelet again, she wondered when she could eat the new rice of the year! She thought about it and extravagantly grabbed a handful and threw it to the chickens again.

After a period of feeding, the chicks are growing stronger and stronger. The short, fluffy yellow hair on their bodies has gradually faded, and colorful feathers have gradually grown on their wings and tails, instantly reducing their appearance.

But appearance is not important. She squatted on the fence and watched for a long time. She couldn't help but imagine what they would look like when they grew up.

I don’t know if it’s a rooster or a hen... Should I wait for it to lay eggs first, or stew one first?

Should I stew it with mushrooms or bamboo shoots?

Oh, there are still many spices for cooking that she hasn’t bought yet!

After the dough was mixed, it was poured into the pot and cooked quickly. Huaiyu put a simple sick meal on the table and decided that she would not work today after recovering from a serious illness! It seemed that she rarely had such leisure time during the day. After dinner, she lazily lay back on the bed and was in a daze for a long time.

Then, looking at the crown balls he brought back yesterday, Huaiyu thought for a while, poured out a basin of them, and took them to the rose corridor.

…

I don’t know if it’s because of the changing season or what, but after not seeing it for one night, the Rose Corridor seemed to become even more shiny and lively.

Layers of pink and white petals were scattered on the ground, and small buds sprouted one after another on the branches. The serrations on the edges of the leaves were so sharp that even the small thorns on the body seemed to be able to pierce through a person.

"Wow……"

Huaiyu was a little shocked.

How can we describe the mental state of plants? Anyway, at first glance, this strong vitality is particularly moving.

You know, she hasn't even given the Rose Corridor any of her own abilities yet! Neither purification nor inducing birth, nothing.

At this moment, he handed over the basin: "Is this fermented fertilizer I just brought useful to you?"

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

The black ping-pong balls were stacked one by one in the basin, and the branches and leaves of the rose corridor came over cautiously, as if looking at them.

After a while, it fiddled with its delicate branches twice, and finally with a "snap", it flicked the Kron ball that it had just fiddled with and threw it to the ground.

Far away.

Very disdainful.

Huaiyu: “…I understand.”

She couldn't help but frown and stare at these Kron balls: "Why are they not rare? Can this thing really only be used as tea?"

Kuang Biao dislikes that the fertility of Kronball is not as good as that of Dazai and Erzai's feces. Baishu is currently unable to express his opinion, and the goslings obviously also disdain it.

Now the Rose Corridor is even more disgusted...

Oh, I wonder how Uncle Zaozi, who solved my constipation problem that day, is doing now?

Huaiyu looked at the still shaking Rose Corridor and stretched out his hand: "Um... my ability, do you need it?"

The leaves of the rose corridor rustled, and then the thin branches wrapped around her wrist. Although Huaiyu didn't know which one it wanted, it wouldn't be a bad idea to give it a little of both.

After thinking for a while, she gently grasped a branch of flowers, and strands of purifying power surged towards the branches and leaves, spreading into the branches bit by bit.

But she stared at the rose corridor left and right -

“It seems that there is no change.”

After thinking about it, Huaiyu switched back to the power of inducing labor.

Somehow, I felt particularly energetic after waking up today. Even the power I gave out was smoother than usual, as if I had evolved again in my dream.

She subconsciously gave more, and then stood there, as if something had flooded into her mind, and she was stunned for a moment.

It was dark all around, and water was flowing quietly in the underground river.

And her... no, the main roots and fibrous roots of the rose corridor spread all the way, up and down, and finally followed the mountain range upwards, converging at the end into a...

Tree cocoon?

Huai Yu opened his eyes and saw the rose corridor in front of him with thick branches and shiny leaves, pink and white flowers crowded together, and the wind was full of rich floral fragrance.

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