I was reborn and returned to the age of three and a half. Did my mother also have a heart transplant

When Xiaolu thought of this, he let the mother vine split out a vine, then twisted it up by itself, and finally twisted it into an ugly green wreath, which he put on the baby's head as a gift.

Then, with a "whoosh", it shrank back into Mo Yan's palm and disappeared.

Pei Zizi touched the extra wreath on his head and pursed his lips, "Mom, this, does it look good?"

Mo Yan looked at the ugly green wreath and said, "My baby is the most beautiful in the world, of course it looks good!"

"really?"

"real."

This was the first time Mo Yan deceived the little cub against his conscience.

But who can blame it for the fact that this is the first time that the arrogant Teng Xiaolu has given a human cub a gift?

This must not hurt Xiaolu's reputation as an elder!

Besides, this wreath is made from the most essential branch differentiated from the mother vine.

It can protect the cubs.

It has only benefits and no harm to the cub. So what if it is a little ugly? As long as it is practical!

"Okay then! Thank you Aunt Green!"

Although the mung bean sprouts and little green vines had shrunk back into their mother's palm out of social phobia, Pei Zaizai still politely and sincerely thanked Mo Yan's empty palm.

The mother vine responded by waving her hair-like vines in the air.

"Xiaolu, it's getting late. Please give me a few of your branches. I'll go back to the village and ask someone to plant them to protect the village."

The little green in the palm of the hand was differentiated from the core of the mother vine. Since the mother vine and Mo Yan had formed a symbiotic contract, it was natural for the little green, as the core, to live in Mo Yan's body.

What remains on the mountain is the main body of the mother vine, just like the body and soul of a human being.

The soul moved into Mo Yan's body, but the body was still rooted in Shennong Mountain.

So when Mo Yan calls her mother Teng Ben Teng Xiaolu, it is actually the same as calling her the palm Xiaolu.

Immediately, the mother vine dropped dozens of dark green vine segments from the tops of the countless vines above its head.

When it fell to the ground, it looked like a branch and had none of the flexibility of a vine.

Mo Yan called out to Pei Mingzhi and the others, "Uncle, pick these up quickly and take them back to plant them in places you think are important. Then don't worry about them. They will grow on their own."

"Hey, hey, hey! Okay, okay."

Pei Mingzhi responded quickly, put down the backpack, and called on the young men who went up the mountain with him to pick it up quickly.

There were only a few dozen pieces of rattan, which was not a lot to begin with. Pei Mingzhi couldn't even fill up his entire backpack, so it was obviously not very heavy.

But they witnessed with their own eyes how this vine transformed from a tree into the Blue Demon Vine.

Not to mention, it can also differentiate into a small vine and sign a contract with the Immortal Mo Yan.

The immortal also asked Niu Niu to call a vine "aunt", which shows that the immortal placed this vine on an equal footing.

This vine grows in the mountain, so from now on, the immortal and the vine will rule Shennong Mountain together!

Even if the branches it differentiated into were dead, they would not dare to underestimate them at all.

These days, thanks to Mo Yan, they have witnessed too many supernatural things.

Now, let alone the vines turning into spirits, Pei Mingzhi would not be too surprised even if a real god flew down from the sky.

Because he fully accepted the fact that myths exist.

Now if anyone talks to him about superstition, he will sneer at you!

The young and strong people in other villages had exactly the same idea as Pei Mingzhi.

The way he looked at Mo Yan was like looking at half a god.

"Great Immortal, can we pick up these tree barks on the ground?"

One of them mustered up the courage and asked boldly.

The voice still sounded uneasy.

"What did you call me?" Mo Yan was a little surprised and pointed at his nose and asked the young man.

What is Daxian?

How do the people in Peijia Village, including the village chief, associate their identities in their minds?

Did they think she was the legendary immortal?

No way!

Is the imagination so huge and exaggerated?

The man thought that Mo Yan was not happy to expose her identity, so he slapped himself on the mouth and said, "Sister-in-law Mo Yan, I called her the wrong name just now."

Mo Yan: ...

Well, I'll go back home and ask Pei Mingren, Wang Cuihong and the other gods what they meant!

Pointing at the bark on the ground, he said, "You want these? They are useless. If you pick them up, you can only use them as firewood. If you don't mind being tired, go ahead and pick them up."

It is indeed useless, as that layer is originally the protective color of the mother vine.

After Little Green has completely evolved, the outer layer of bark is just equivalent to a useless cuticle.

It has no practical value other than burning firewood.

"Ayan, we are not tired, not tired."

Pei Mingzhi quickly signaled to the young men to pick up as much as they could.

The wild boars didn’t go far, so Ayan might let everyone ride on the wild boars when they go back.

So there’s nothing to worry about if you pick up more; the wild boars will help them carry them.

Once we get out of the mountain, we won’t have to worry about not being able to carry these things back.

"Okay, then hurry up and pick them up. I'll take the cub for a walk around and come back to find you later."

"Oh, okay, we'll be quick and won't be late for leaving the mountain."

"It doesn't matter if you're delayed. There's no danger. I'm mainly worried that Aunt Pang and your family will feel uneasy, so it's better to go back early."

"Okay, okay." The young people were also very grateful to Mo Yan for his thoughtful consideration for them and nodded repeatedly.

Then a few people started to put the bark into the backpack quickly.

Seeing that they were picking up the trash seriously, Mo Yan carried Pei Zaizai and walked towards the tree house they had built last time.

"Do you still want to eat purple fruit today?"

Pei Zaizai thought for a moment and shook his head, "Mom is already very tired today, let's eat next time."

"Mom doesn't feel tired, baby, don't worry about that. Just tell me if you want to eat or not."

"Mom, I'm really not hungry today."

If you are not greedy, does that mean you really don’t want to eat?

Mo Yan nodded, indicating that she understood, "Then when we get home later, shall we still eat braised pork?"

"Great!" Pei Zaizai agreed.

Compared with the braised pork, the taste of the fruit is still a bit bland.

Pei Zaizai was obviously just like Mo Yan, and he showed his meat lover attributes very early on.

"Mom, lower your head! I want to talk to you."

Pei Zaizai thought of the young man from the village just now and accidentally blurted out the word "Daxian".

I finally understood. Almost everyone, including the village chief and his grandmother, knew that their mother had had her core replaced, but why did no one make a fuss to target and punish her?

On the contrary, each of them was respectful and reverent.

It turned out that they did not discover that Mo Yan's mother was a person with superpowers, nor did they know that she came from another time and space.

Instead, they thought that Mo Yan's mother was actually a weasel from the mountains that had turned into a spirit.

Ahem, how should I tell this to my mother?