After taking a walk outside and having a meal, Xia Zhihuai took Wanwan home.

When closing the door, Xia Zhihuai turned his head and looked at the persimmon tree in the yard.

I don’t know if it was his illusion, but in just one afternoon, he felt that the tender leaves drawn from the persimmon were much denser than in the morning.

He stood under the tree, looked up at a branch, and asked in confusion: "Wanwan, is it my illusion? Why do I feel that the persimmon tree at home is pumping leaves so quickly?"

Wanwan ran to the edge of the jujube tree and was pressing her hand against the trunk. When she heard Xia Zhihuai's voice, she turned around in a daze: "What?"

"Just the tree at home, I feel like all the leaves have been pulled out in an afternoon."

Xia Zhihuai scratched the back of his head and turned to look at the short Wanwan.

He always felt that it was because of Wanwan.

I thought she could only give birth to the peach blossom tree, but I didn’t expect other trees to do it too?

But he had been with Wanwan this day and didn't notice anything special about her.

Wanwan held the jujube tree sticker in both hands, blinked her big eyes, and said innocently: "I did nothing. These trees just like Wanwan, so they try to grow leaves."

Xia Zhihuai glanced at the persimmon tree and accused him: "If you like you, it violates the laws of natural growth. Isn't this too bottom line?"

He lived in his old house for so many years when he was a child, why didn’t he see these trees send him a leaf in advance?

Wanwan pressed her face against the rough tree trunk, and looked at him without knowing what to say: "..."

I always feel that my brother is more childish than her now.

Xia Zhihuai gave up studying the persimmon tree, stood beside her, and slapped her on the back of her hand with a "splash".

Wanwan was startled and widened her eyes, not understanding why he suddenly took action.

Although it didn't hurt, it scared her.

Xia Zhihuai slowly let go of his hand, looked at the mosquitoes on his middle finger, frowned and said, "I forgot to buy mosquito repellent liquid when I came back, I was wrong~"

Wanwan looked at the mosquitoes on his fingertips, and then realized that they looked at the back of her white and fat hands, with a little bit of crimson mosquito blood on it.

Xia Zhihuai took a tissue from her pocket and wiped off the mosquito blood from the back of her hand: "Let's go back to the house, there are many mosquitoes in the yard."

He just took Wanwan's other hand off the jujube tree trunk. The jujube tree that had already died hung low on the branches in front of his head, and quietly grew three thin tender leaves.

As soon as Xia Zhihuai looked up, he saw the branches swaying in the breeze, and three tender green leaves were like the late spring news of the jujube tree.

The dying old tree regained its vitality. Xia Zhihuai and Wanwan stood side by side, looking up at the tall trees.

Slowly, all branches began to sprout and the leaves were growing rapidly.

Huang Xikong felt something. After turning off the TV, he pushed open the window and sat on the coffin, looking at the jujube tree growing against the sky downstairs.

Fortunately, the night is hazy, and there are two lanterns in the yard, emitting a warm and gentle light on a slightly drunk night.

Zhuqing floated out of the house, stopped beside Huang Xikong, and looked curiously at the jujube tree that had grown tender leaves in just ten minutes.

He couldn't help but ask quietly: "Sir, who are the two people downstairs?"

Huang Xikong shook his head and looked at Wanwan's small body, his eyes flashed slightly twice.

"Who knows?"

"After all, I won't be an ordinary person."

Perhaps it is as Wanwan said herself, it is not certain that it is true that plants and trees become immortals.

It was his luck to meet these two people.

Otherwise, he would have turned into a murderous evil spirit long ago, so how could he wait for the opportunity to find Emperor Xu to take revenge.

...

After waiting for about half an hour, the jujube tree finally stopped growing.

Xia Zhihuai looked at the dense green leaves, looked down at Wanwan's shiny eyes, and couldn't help but sigh softly.

When tomorrow dawn, people passing by his yard and seeing the lush jujube trees inside the wall, they probably would have some strange remarks coming from the village.

Several persimmon trees nearby, compared with the jujube tree at this moment, really look extremely desolate and pitiful.

Xia Zhihuai picked her up: "Okay, let's go in and take a shower. I will find a way to help you complete this wonder tomorrow."

"Tao Wanwan, it's so hard to be your brother."

Wanwan held his neck and said with a smile: "Thank you for your hard work, brother."

Xia Zhihuai sent Wanwan to the bathroom door and handed it to Xia Yingxiu.

He turned around and ran to find Huang Xikong, and his ability to pretend to be bad was probably comparable to him in his family.

Xia Zhihuai ran to the living room and looked at Huang Xikong sitting on the window coffin, quietly looking at the jujube tree outside.

“Have you seen enough yet?”

"Well, what's the matter with me?"

Huang Xikong glanced back at him and knew that he must have something to come to ask for advice.

"You have also seen it. Wanwan's ability is amazing. This dead jujube tree sprouted and grew up overnight. I guess people in the village will have messy rumors when they see it tomorrow... I am also planning to bring Wanwan back to live. I must want to live a more peaceful life. Is there any way you can?"

Huang Xikong took a look at Taohua Village, which was not big, and shook his head peacefully: "There is no way."

Xia Zhihuai rubbed the inner canthus of his eyes and felt that this was really difficult.

"I can't understand why you try your best to cover up Wanwan's specialness?" Huang Xikong looked back at Xia Zhihuai calmly and said slowly, "You should be very clear that you should take her back to Taohua Village to live and let a dead tree spring overnight. This is just the beginning of your life. Her ability is far more than this."

Xia Zhihuai was standing there and thinking: "The greater her ability, the more she will bear."

"If she showed strength, the more things she had like Red Continent City would be."

Xia Zhihuai was a little depressed, but said clearly and rationally: "Many things in this world are in a very delicate relative balance, and Wanwan will not be invincible for her whole life. I can let her take risks, but when she encounters danger and when she may lose her life, I cannot bear the price of losing her."

"Human nature itself is very complicated. If I need to save people and take responsibility, I can fight for a loneliness without complaints, but if my family charges, I will hesitate, and I will emerge with a selfish nature, and this will never change."

...

Huang Xikong understood his mood.

He had experienced these things. When Emperor Xu forced him to submit, he used his family as a threat. His first wife, who had never been angry, was furious on the spot. She drew his sword and was about to go into the palace to kill the monarch.

He had no choice for the sake of hundreds of lives in the whole house, for his family, and for his wife's family.

For those who care, sacrifice can be resolute.

Huang Xikong said lightly: "You can't hide Wanwan, and you don't have the ability to protect her now, so... you have to find her a strong backer."

Xia Zhihuai suddenly looked up and understood what he meant in an instant.

Huang Xikong pressed his hands on the window coffin and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Your little radish spirit is very strong and will only be more powerful in the future."

"You generation is really lucky and happy to be born in such a peaceful and peaceful era."

Xia Zhihuai's eyebrows moved: "What do you mean, the Demon Administration Bureau?"
Chapter completed!