"Speaking of which, her luck can be considered to be the best. Apart from never getting the chance to win the title of Wenrenjue, everything else is always going smoothly. The wind will bring the wind and the rain will rain."
"That's good, isn't it? At least it proves that God is fair." She got Wenrenjue, but she experienced a thousand years of separation.
Jiu'er was lying flat on the ground. The ground that should have been the floor was now full of green, with some tiny green grass slowly sprouting and growing around her at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"It's really good." Nie Xiaoqian turned around, looked at her, then smiled and closed the door.
Jiuer closed her eyes slightly, letting the green grass cover her, covering her body, her eyes, and her five senses.
Although she closed her eyes, she could see more clearly. A small piece of grass came out of the ground from under her waist, but was pressed by her waist. Finally, the bud slowly tilted, fell sideways, and fell from her waist.
Down, drilled to the waist, drilled towards the sky...
She saw more clearly that the green breath diffused out of the fast-growing young grass leaves, slowly surrounding her body, some entering her body, entering through her nose, and then coming out of her
exhaled from his mouth.
Like a naughty elf, moving in and out of her body.
And she felt more clearly that as they moved in and out, her body became stronger and stronger. Every time, they always left something in her body.
They also took some things out of her body, and she soon realized that the more things they left behind and the more things they took away, the better off her body would be.
And her mental strength is growing rapidly like those buds, and she is getting stronger.
This is not the method that Nie Xiaoqian taught her to restore her mental strength. Jiuer suddenly realized that she had tried it when Nie Xiaoqian taught her, and it was definitely not like this...
Suddenly, Jiu'er opened her eyes. In an instant, the greenery receded, leaving only some greenery lingering around her, which was so rich that it refused to dissipate.
Jiu'er frowned slightly, slowly and uncertainly raised her hand, and the greenery immediately jumped onto her palm.
"Is it attachment?" Jiuer closed his eyes again, feeling that feeling, the feeling of those green things like elves...