Quick Transmigration Little Ancestor: Blackened male gods should be pampered

Chapter 777 Thumb boy (10)

Sang Jian glanced at him strangely, "Are you a bee or a human?"

Hua Nu put her arms around her chest and said arrogantly: "Hmph! I want to eat nectar!"

"Ok."

That's right, it's him who is flattered when he speaks, and he's a little unaccustomed to his serious look.

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Sang Jian found a flower field. Under the sunlight, the flowers exude a strong fragrance, and there are butterflies flying around.

She put the flower slave on one of the flowers, "Can you eat it yourself?"

Hua Nu hugged the stamen, licked the nectar contentedly, and raised her head in doubt when she heard what Sang Jian said, "Aren't you waiting for me?"

The flowers are huge, and he's got some nectar all over his face, which makes him look kinda...cute.

Sang Jian coughed lightly, and explained: "I'm going to get some food for Grandma Vole, you wait here for me, don't run around, I'll be back to pick you up later."

With this explanation, Hua Nu nodded reassuringly, "Okay, go quickly."

Sang Jian instructed again: "Don't run around, you are too young, if you fall somewhere, other things will easily trample you to death."

Hua Nu rolled her eyes, "I'm not that stupid."

He will hide when he sees other things instead of waiting for them to step on them!

Sang Jian patted his head lightly with her fingers, "Good boy, I'll be back soon."

After explaining, she left.

"Humph."

Hua Nu snorted dissatisfiedly, while eating the nectar while hugging the stamen, staring at Sang Jian's leaving back.

This ugly thing is not bad to him, he can keep her for a while.

Recalling the scene of last night, his eyes darkened.

His painful symptoms should have lasted until dawn.

But lying on her warm chest last night, the pain only lasted for a while before he passed out.

He seems to have found a solution to his symptoms?

"Flower slaves? My God! There are actually flower slaves here! This flower field is terrible!"

At this moment, a few butterflies flew by, and after seeing his face, they exclaimed.

Hua Nu has long hair and wears a skirt, and looks like a girl from the back.

When I looked closer, I saw that he was a man.

"Whose family's Thumbelina and his wife were murdered again!"

Hua Nu looked up at the butterflies in the air, and grinned, "I don't know whose family's Thumbelina and Mrs. are, but you will be killed soon."

"Run!"

Butterflies are flying around.

Sitting on the flower, Hua Nu sneered and waved her hand.

The surrounding flowers seemed to come to life in an instant, the flower branches spread, and the flowers were like piranhas, quickly wrapping all the butterflies in the air into the flower heart.

Then the petals began to close and became a flower bone again.

The juice in the butterfly's body oozes out from the flower bud.

Hua Nu licked the nectar left on her fingers, looked up at the sun in the sky, and narrowed her eyes comfortably.

"What happened to Hua Nu? Hua Nu also wants to live."

He seemed to be smiling, but his eyes were cold.

Flower slaves, slaves who feed flowers with their lives.

The flowers they raise will have Thumbelina inside after they bloom.

It's like exchanging one life for another.

These Thumbelinas will be admired by some rich people who like petite children.

But who knew that these girls were bought by the lives of the flower slaves?

Girls can live, but flower slaves can't?
of course not!

As long as the flower slaves can absorb the nutrients for Thumbelina and convert them into nutrients before Thumbelina takes shape, the flower slaves can survive.

He is one of them.

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It has nothing to do with serious fairy tales, make it up and change it, don't take it seriously, Amitabha!
The story of the old ten probably goes a little more than usual.

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