you are made of sugar gl

This is a small mimosa plant, crawling on the ground, the winter is very cold and dry, Xiao Han shrinks herself very small.The land was cracked due to the dryness and cold, and the leaves of the grass had already fallen almost, leaving only the wrinkled stems.

Xiao Han looked up at the dead or dying weeds around him. When the north wind blew, it lowered its body, almost sticking to the ground.

I saw that a weed on the side had been uprooted long ago, and a little green was exposed on the torn root. It swirled in the wind, and then hung on the branch of a dead tree.The angle of the card is tricky, if the branch is not blown off, I am afraid it will not fall.Even if it falls, it is hard to escape fate.

Han could hear the soft screeching of the weeds.

"I'm dying……"

crying.

"If I had known...in this case...in spring...a flower that looks better...would be great...uh..."

The voice is getting softer.

"Although I know...you won't be seen, you won't be praised...the scent is not very strong...but still..."

It's a weed with no name.

Snowflakes began to fall from the sky, which immediately suppressed the words of the weeds.

After a light snowfall, his body was covered by a thin layer of frost, Xiao Han breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, it is not dead.

At this moment, Xiaocao's eyes darkened.

A little fairy fell from the sky and happened to be on top of it.

The little fairy is quite small, as light as a cloud, but for a wrinkled winter grass, it is really too big.

"Wow, it's really heavy..." Xiao Han said softly, "Hey, I'm under pressure, let go..."

The little fairy seemed to be able to understand the language of the plants, got up, pushed the snowflakes away, and saw the dry grass.

"Sorry to press you...but what are you?"

Xiaocao tentatively poured the juice into a thin stem far from the root, and found that the thin stem had just been crushed.I was a little angry at the time.

The little fairy squatted down, frowned, stared for a long time, and then asked, "Hello, are you peony, peony or something like that?"

The little fairy has been living in the sky, and the things she has seen most like Xiao Han are all kinds of fairy flowers.

Of course, Xiao Han has heard of peonies, peonies and other flowers.It is precious and delicate, and it will bloom very colorful flower discs. It is said that it is raised by a kind of animal called human beings far away from the wilderness, so you never have to worry about small bugs and winter.

The little fairy poked it with her finger: "Hello."

The fingers are warm and slightly sweaty, so they are a little moist.Reminds Han of the tongue of a herbivore.

Xiao Han observed the little fairy carefully, never seeing such an animal.The head is white and tender, like a sheep with white and long hair that eats grass; the body is green with buds, like a huge caterpillar.They all use their soft mouths to bite off the leaves of plants. When eating grass, they even make the grass feel itchy instead of painful.

But in winter, Xiaohan has no way to pretend to be an animal, command its sensitive leaves, and scare away those who want to eat it.

Xiao Han asked with some fear: "You are... then you are... a bug or a sheep... something like that?"

The little fairy thought for a while, then she bent her eyes and smiled: "Yeah, I'm probably something like a bug or a sheep."

Xiaocao began to tremble. When she felt scared, she also felt the juice leaves in her body, and she was about to freeze.Maybe it can't survive this winter, and it will either freeze to death or be eaten.

Then the little fairy said: "But I don't eat grass... I came to this world with important things to do..."

"I'm going to save a fairy sister who is soaking in hot springs near here..."

As the little fairy said, she ran away.

Xiao Han stared blankly at the back of the little fairy leaving, when a gust of wind blew, it lowered its head even lower.

The little snowflakes swirled and began to fall again.

Soon, the little fairy was carrying a small package, her face flushed.

Stepping on a fat cloud, hovering over Xiao Han's head: "Did I trample on you just now?"

Xiaocao didn't answer.

"Don't be afraid, I'm not stingy, and I won't kill grass and silence. My name is Zhizhi, and I'm a fairy. My Zhizhi style, you can go to the Three Realms in the Heavenly Court to find out. Since I suppressed you , I will be responsible to you. I will compensate you..."

Xiaocao lifted up to reveal the last leaf hidden under her body, and moved a bit.Animals like this little bug and lamb are so annoying.scare her away, scare her away.

"You can still move. Are you an animal? Do you have a mouth? Do you eat candy? I have delicious candy!"

Before Xiao Han could answer, the little fairy threw a small ball of cotton candy in front of Xiao Cao.

"Or, you have a taste first."

"No!" Xiaocao said so, but she felt that every part of her body was summoned, approaching that ball of sugar.Its root system buried in the ground grows towards the direction of water, but the attraction of this lump of sugar is twice as strong as that of the water source.

The whole grass flew up, broke through the ground, and landed on the sugar.

A small lump of sugar, absorbed quickly.

"You acted like you didn't like it, but you've already acted. What do you want? Is it delicious? Would you like some more..."

Before the little fairy finished speaking, the grass exploded.

The dry shell fell off like broken tiles, and the young leaves burst out, and soon the flowers bloomed, and several small purple velvet balls emerged, tilted shyly and confusedly.

The little fairy stretched out her hand, her eyes sparkling: "Furry..." She wanted to touch it, but she didn't have time.

"Why..." Xiaocao exclaimed halfway, and felt the surging energy filling its body again, and then it quickly shrunk up, even rougher and pitiful than it was just now.

Then, it quickly grew up with an explosive force.This time the plant was a bit bigger than before, and the flowers that bloomed were the size of pine cones, and then dried up...

Just like that, Xiaocao struggled several times.It seems that it has gone through several years of spring and autumn.

From tiny weeds that grow taller than trees.

For the first time, Xiao Han took a breath of cold and fresh air from the top of the forest, overlooking the land where he took root.For the first time, I discovered that the piece of land it desperately snatched from under other weeds was so small that it could not be seen at all.For the first time, I knew that in this world, there still exists sunlight that has not been filtered by the branches and leaves of other plants. I was surprised that the world that Qiao Mu saw could be so big.

But soon, Xiao Han withered and grew several times.Soon there was another weed crawling on the ground, small, wrinkled, and unremarkable.

Xiao Han was stunned for a while, until the whistling north wind blew again, and then slowly and with difficulty moved the root into the small hole on the ground.

It looked up for Zhizhi, but it never saw it again.

Little fairies who have rich experience in stealing clothes, and big fairies who know how to find clothes are easy to find here.It has slipped far away.

When spring came, other weeds around Xiaohan woke up and noticed its lost face.They habitually laughed with Xiaohan as in previous years, and talked about the difficulties of passing through the winter. Xiaohan just nodded silently, but stopped participating in the discussion, and even forgot to bloom.

In the second year, the little grasses that just emerged from the grass seeds, who were making grass for the first time, and probably the last time, asked curiously, "Who is that unusual-looking grass?" ? "

The grasses said contemptuously: "This is a grass that has forgotten its roots. It has a dream of going to heaven, so it is true. It doesn't want to be with us grasses. You don't have to bother the grass family. The grass family looks at you." Can't make it..."

In the third year, the little grasses that had just emerged from the grass seeds, who were making grass for the first time, and probably the last time, asked curiously: "Who is that grass that didn't take root in the ground? "

The grasses replied again: "It actually wants to cultivate into a spirit, it's outrageous! To become a grass spirit, you have to pull out the roots from the ground. It's hard to think about it. This kind of thing is only for fools. I will do it... Hmph, it's not so easy for weeds like us to be refined. I really thought it was a rare flower offered by the noble family's jade dew wine? It's just a weed... "

When Xiao Han pulled the roots out of the ground, it was really uncomfortable, and even tore off a lot of roots.

But some grasses are just like this. Once they realize that this world is not just the land that their roots reach, they will no longer feel at ease as grass.

It has been reincarnated several times, and its state of mind is already different.

Xiao Han visited all the seniors who became elites, and finally became an elite too.

It slowly gained insight and realized that a little fairy is something very different from a little bug or a sheep.During the gaps in cultivation, it will often think of that little fairy who looks like a bug and a sheep.

In the fourth year of 270th, the little grasses that had just transformed from grass seeds, who were making grass for the first time, and probably for the last time, asked curiously: "That plant can run, jump, and make strange noises." Who is the grass of the voice?"

The grass replied: "This is a grass that is overconfident and has no self-knowledge. It is not enough to become a spirit, but it still wants to become a fairy. Oh, to be a fairy is to be tribulated by thunder. The thunder in the sky, you Although I haven't seen it yet, but look at the tree over there. It used to be the largest tree in the forest. It was only struck by lightning and it turned into charcoal. What's more, the thunder that you have to suffer before becoming a fairy is the most terrifying sky thunder... ..."

Tianlei struck Xiaohan's head precisely.As expected, it turned into coke.

Two immortal officials with certificates of local officials flew from afar, landed on the ground, and searched carefully for a long time.

"The direction that the thunder strikes is indeed here." A fairy official said, "Could it be another one that has not been struck."

Another immortal official looked at a small piece of carbon that arched.

It was gradually covered with a layer of immortal brilliance, and a circle of golden runes hovered on it, gradually merging with the small carbon: this is the embodiment of being appointed by heaven.

"It's so strange, the one who became a fairy this time is actually... a carbon essence?"

The carbon was arched for a while, and finally broke through the carbon, and there was still...a layer of carbon inside.It smells like starchy baked paste.

After a while, the carbonized form became a black and black little girl.

Finally, Xiao Han did not die completely, and saved the last trace of spiritual energy.

Taking over the appointment from the immortal official who showed a faint dislike, Xiao Han has grown from a weed to a weed village fairy.

After the fifth year in 270th, the little grasses who had just transformed from the grass seeds and made grass for the first time, and probably the last time, never asked about Xiao Han.

Because of it... she never came back.

……

It is not uncommon for fairies to pick up things in the world.Although there are not many vacancies for fairy positions, but with a small face and a few earth fairy positions, the fairies can always find a few in some remote places, where the way of immortality is not practiced.

But fairies seem to have some unwritten rules when picking things up.For example, you have to pick up some things that look good, such as red-crowned cranes, swans, lotus flowers, orchids, etc., which look elegant and worthy of being immortals.

Only the immortal Zhizhi doesn't understand this rule, and always picks up things that don't make it to the table.If you can't get on it, your face is as delicate as a crow, and as delicate as a weed.

After hearing about the former identity of the Crow Spirit, Xiao Han also thought that maybe it was because of his special life experience that he hit the fairy luck.However, after visiting various companies, only one sentence was found: "Weeds live forever."

She had no choice but to admit that her fairy luck began when she met Fairy Zhizhi.

It is difficult to become a fairy.

Xiaohan sometimes recalls that before she met Fairy Zhizhi, she was just a country grass with a small nose and small eyes.

The biggest concern of small weeds is how to survive one winter and survive another winter, so the flowers it blooms are also small, which is different from those flowers that only want to bloom in spring.

However, rather than living like this, it always feels that it is waiting for something, not waiting for the butterflies and bees that seem to be the same every year, not waiting for the spring breeze, summer rain, autumn frost, winter snow... until the very cold In winter, a little fairy squished it flat.

The little weed seemed to finally understand what it was waiting for.