The green seed had just pulled out its short and thin root, and part of it broke when she accidentally pulled it.

Zhuchen clasped his hands together, held the seeds in his palms, and used [Spring Wood] to cover the weak life.

The surrounding demonic energy gathered from all directions under the guidance of her spells, and the black mist turned into fine white light, pouring into the seeds in her palm and scattering in the air.

She didn't learn this skill very well, and it took her about a stick of incense to feel that the effect had reached its end.

The watery moonlight spread over her body, and she opened her palms in the morning. Inside, there was a bud that was already as high as a finger.

Zhuchen took a deep breath and felt the cold air pouring into her body, but it could not dispel the heat lingering in her heart at this time.

She pushed aside the soil, carefully planted the sprouts in it, then hugged her legs and squatted on the ground in a daze.

After a while, her body felt warm, and a white robe with a familiar smell fell down.

Zhuchen turned his head and looked at the person behind him. Feng Buye frowned, with a distressed look on his face, and whispered: "Why don't you go to rest? Why don't you put on two more clothes? If I don't look at you for a while, you won't take it seriously.

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Chapter completed!