strictlysupreme Chapter 380 Even Plant Spirits Have Idol Merchandise?
Chapter 380 Even Plant Spirits Have Idol Merchandise?
"Fairy?"
Ku Xin watched as Xue Lan stopped in her tracks, turned around, and asked with some confusion.
Xue Lan's voice sounded somewhat hesitant, like a beginner playing the sanxian:
"What tribe?"
He bowed to Xue Lan again with great effort, speaking clearly:
"The Julan Clan".
Oh!
Julan people...
Xue Lan sighed softly in her heart and slowly leaned against Xue Tong beside her.
Life is meaningless, and my heart is ashen.
Xue Tong couldn't stop laughing. The young girl skillfully helped Xue Lan up and, not wanting to miss out on the fun, asked about her motives:
"Is it the Julan tribe, the one that produces Julan roots?"
Seeing the smile on Xue Tong's face after much effort, the doubts in my heart finally subsided.
The woman continued to lead the way, speaking as she walked:
“Young lady, you are very knowledgeable. Your clan does sell some Julan root, but it is far from being a major producer. As far as I know, in recent years, only a few senior medical cultivators from the human race have purchased Julan root from our clan.”
Xue Tong could no longer suppress her smile; her shoulders were shaking with laughter.
Xue Lan felt that she already knew the identities of those senior medical cultivators.
Xue Tong wanted to ask some more difficult questions, but before she could speak, she noticed someone slipping something into her hand—a gift box that Xue Lan was carrying.
Oh no, Xue Lan is running away!
"Little Soul!"
The instant Xue Lan stepped back, Xue Tong immediately spoke up.
The soul-summoning technique transformed into a sword light, blocking Xue Lan's path.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, since you've already come!"
Before Xue Lan could even activate her Void Stepping Technique, she chuckled awkwardly and said:
"How about I let your sister show you around?"
Yinhun stepped forward, grabbed Xue Lan's sleeve, and activated her coquettish skill:
"My lord, my lord, please don't go, I'm scared."
Xue Lan turned around and looked in Xue Tong's direction, letting out a cold laugh.
Xue Tong didn't look at her.
Despite his desire to escape, Lord Wolf King couldn't bring himself to do it after being persuaded to stay by the Soul Guide, and had no choice but to bite the bullet and enter the cave in the middle of the sea of flowers.
That cave dwelling was a hidden paradise, a small grotto of exquisite construction. The orchid sea within was many times larger than the outside, stretching all the way to the horizon.
Amidst the sea of Julan flowers are rows of simple and natural houses, with rounded and charming corners.
The house was entwined with vines bearing light blue flowers. These vines grew wildly and slowly stretched towards the opposite side of the cave entrance, eventually climbing onto a huge blue stone wall.
Night had fallen, but the cave was bustling with activity. Short Julan people walked through the sea of flowers, hanging glowing objects on pillars amidst the blossoms.
After painstakingly leading the three of them forward for a while, he arranged for them to sit at a table:
"Please wait a moment, distinguished guests. The transformation banquet will begin at 11:00 AM. I have other matters to attend to, so I will not keep you company any longer."
After the woman with the orchid hairpin disappeared from the three people's sight, Xue Lan was suddenly pulled on the sleeve from behind.
The woman immediately turned her head and met a pair of eyes filled with innocent smiles.
Holding a small bunch of flowers in his hand, Ku Shengsheng's voice betrayed his barely concealed excitement:
"Sisters, it's so wonderful that you could come!"
The little boy looked so happy he was about to jump for joy, but Xue Lan grabbed his shoulder.
The woman seemed to be shrouded in a faint resentment, yet her face still wore a gentle smile.
"Are you an orchid?"
Looking bitterly into Xue Lan's pale eyes, he nodded frantically: "Yes, yes!"
Xue Lan raised her hand and flicked the leaf off the little boy's head:
"Are these orchid leaves? Why would an orchid grow willow leaves?"
He covered his head in exasperation, then forced a smile.
"Does my sister like it?"
Just as Xue Lan was about to say she didn't like it, she saw the little figure, under the probing of her divine sense, quickly raise its right hand and pluck the small willow bud from the top of its head.
Xue Lan: You're not here to perform tea picking!
Seeing the beautiful woman's expression suddenly contort in anguish, he obediently handed the item in his hand to Xue Lan:
"Sister, our clan all admires Lady Qingliu and likes to put the new shoots she grows on our heads. Would you like to try it?"
Xue Tong was astonished. She wondered if plant spirits also had idol merchandise and fashion items.
Xue Lan, who thought she had driven the child to self-destruction, breathed a sigh of relief, her voice carrying an undeniable authority:
"do not want!"
……
A quarter of an hour later, Lord Wolf shook his head slightly, feeling the little willow bud on his head tremble gently.
Xue Tong also had trembling little willow buds growing on her head, and the two tiny leaves looked adorable.
The girl mocked Xue Lan:
"Don't you want it?"
Xue Lan said calmly, "I admire Lord Qingliu."
After saying this, Xue Lan continued to shake her head, the willow buds on her head swaying slowly.
Xue Tong couldn't help but ask her telepathically, "When you had ears on your head, did you also like to shake your head like this to make them move?"
Xue Lan remained silent for a while, then slowly raised her hand to touch the girl's forehead:
"I was thinking, you've never seen a wolf, but you've never seen a dog?"
Xue Tong: "So!"
Xue Lan: "I can control my ears. I can open my left eye and lower my left ear, and open my right eye and raise my right ear!"
Xue Tong wondered if it was just her imagination, but Xue Lan sounded quite proud when she said that.
It's this ear.
Xue Tong's eyes were filled with intense anticipation: "I want to touch your ears!"
Xue Lan gracefully refused: "Don't even think about it!"
One must learn to compromise and settle for second best. Xue Tong skillfully soothed Xue Lan's hair.
"If your hearing isn't good, find me a freak."
Without hesitation, Xue Lan replied, "Okay, next time you see Lian Chuan, you can touch him."
Xue Tong silently apologized to Lian Chuan.
But she really wanted to touch it.
Time passed slowly as the two talked, and the moon rose high in the sky.
The soul that had been forced to go out to play returned, holding a crystal-clear glass jar in its hand.
“Your Majesty, this is what Kuhe and Grandpa asked me to teach you.”
Xue Lan took the jar from the little girl's hand. Xue Tong curiously leaned closer to look and found that inside the jar was a small section of vine with light blue flowers growing on it.
Xue Lan held the small jar and smiled gently.
Xue Tong asked, puzzled, "What's wrong?"
Xue Lan looked up and turned to the blue stone wall not far away:
"This is a cultivar."
"What is Ming Teng?" Xue Tong asked curiously.
"It's a plant unique to Siyaochuan, that can inscribe a person's story. It records it within the vine." Xue Lan played with the glass bottle in her hand, the inscribed vine inside quietly dormant.
"The paper of the Demon Clan's sacred book is made of inscribed vines."
Xue Tong's tone was somewhat worried:
"Why did you give this to me, Kuhe? Is there some unforeseen event involved?"
Xue Lan gently shook her head:
"I guess they just want a story."