Miss Jiguo

She sleeps in the silent forest, breathing in sweet dreams.

The first thing I heard was the sound of the wind blowing and the grass and trees rustling.

It was a plant without intelligence, whispering its own wishes——

Want water, want sunshine, want to take root in the ground, want to bear fruit, want to continue to multiply.

Small voices merge into echoes, earnest prayers resonate, form small gods, and make delicate flowers quietly sprout.

【OK】

So the plants began to multiply, thick vines spread everywhere, broad branches and leaves covered the sunlight, and bright red fruits were dotted on the dark green trees.

Then the excessive reproduction squeezed the land dry, and the greedy plants still thirsted for more nutrients, so the thin black tentacles pierced into the animal's body...

The bloody forest is thriving, the flowers smile in praise, and the proud child puffs out his chest to appease the satiated devotee, waiting patiently for the next wish.

When the land was barren, hungry people ventured into this still lush forest. First, the skinny children, because of the reduction of the beasts, they easily walked through the winding and winding trees and vines and walked to the center.

Juicy, clear and lovely fruits hang from the branches, reflecting attractive brilliance in the dark sunlight, like a gift from the gods, just when the children feel dizzy, the petite flowers quietly appear.

【What do you want? 】

It is difficult to produce crops in the land of the village, and many people died of starvation...

Want to live, want fruit!

Flowers are always happy to resolve immediate afflictions.

【OK】

She suppressed the restless forest, watched the child weeping, watched him gobble up, watched the scarlet juice dripping from his face, in response, she turned the terrifying murderous forest into a fertile queen garden.

Dreamy flowers only bloom under the moon. She has soft petals as blue as a summer night, delicate stamens, as sweet as honey, and as yellow as honey.

The flowers, with their sweet aroma, urge people to express their inner desires.

This must be a miracle of the gods.

At that time, people looked at those plants and believed that the flowers had the power to pass on to their offspring, so they swallowed the fruit at night, waiting for the sweet juice to turn into power and take them into the depths of the night.

At the very beginning, everything was as people expected. People who had been suffering for a long time finally had a chance to regain their glory. The families who prayed hard for their children looked at their wives' growing belly with joy.Although the land is still barren, the fruits give people the possibility to fill their stomachs, the rare plants in the forest are enough to pay taxes, and the child who is about to be born gives people the hope of increasing labor force. All things are developing in a good place.

But winter will still come, and the forest will fall into silence at that time, and the cold wind and snow will crush them mercilessly. If they want to survive the winter and want a better future, they may still need gifts from the gods. People began to think about how get more.

Please give us some more!Please help us through this winter, please have mercy!

So the elders in the village carefully picked up the beautiful flower and dedicated her to the samurai who was looking for medicine because of his wife that winter.

【OK】

And the little flower didn't have any objection to this. Isn't the most important thing for the gods to respond to their believers?She was born from a wish, wrapped in praise and admiration, grew up quietly, and watched all the developments quietly.

Until the indulgent and lustful person sleeps forever with a smile, until the strong child takes the life of the mother, just like the forest drains the nutrients of the land, the fulfillment of wishes is always accompanied by sacrifice.

It's too late to be sad, too late to be annoyed, the forest where the flowers have left has quietly spread its tentacles to the village.

They are just loyal to their desires and are extremely devout. Amid the cries of others and self-satisfaction, they dedicate those emotions and the power of those wishes to their gods, and let the tranquility of the forest envelope the entire village.

And the little flower, the little curse, continues to fall into a deep sleep, waiting for the next believer to tell his wish, looking forward to waking up again when the spring is warm and the flowers bloom.

【What is your wish? 】

After a long period of transportation, after repeated inspections by the pharmacist, the flower finally fell into a pair of catkins, and the pious prayers from the ear gave the flower a little consciousness.

A beautiful lady appeared in front of the flowers. She placed the flowers on a tidy altar, bowed her head and prayed to the gods devoutly, hoping that there would be no disputes in the world, that the one-year-old children would grow up healthily, and that the birth of a child would bring peace to the gods. The weaker self can last until the day when the child grows up.

Perhaps her sincerity really moved the gods, leaving behind a weak force. The flowers placed on the altar were blocked from the source of the will power, and the cursed thing could not mobilize the plants it was most familiar with to help itself respond. Praying, can only exude sweetness instinctively, and finally turn into a cup of dark medicinal soup together with various precious medicinal materials.

The body bestowed by the forest turned into medicine to nourish the woman's body. The decayed body of the lady has ushered in the improvement visible to the naked eye, and her appearance has returned to the beauty and movingness before giving birth. The scent of her body even attracted her husband's enthusiastic grace, and the curse that could not be accepted quietly penetrated into the body of the fetus with the remaining consciousness.

The curse listened to the mother's heartbeat, and became a human being in the warm amniotic fluid. Before the memory completely disappeared, he could still hear the voices from the surroundings——

Like a samurai who is the head of the family, he counts the possible benefits of the child with a cold attitude, because he has already had a pair of baby boys before, and family inheritance is no longer a problem. This time, he hopes to marry a beautiful girl. For the family, in exchange for better prospects.

Or the servants around, pray for the kind mistress to be safe.

……

The most voice came from the mother of the fetus. The woman recalled the appearance of the medicinal herbs that brought her miracles, regarded the flowers as the messengers of the gods, and slowly outlined the imagination of her beloved son in her heart.

I hope to be a girl as beautiful and sweet as that flower.

I hope she is gentle and considerate, I hope she is healthy and happy.

I hope she can live in harmony with her two elder brothers, grow up smoothly under their protection, take care of her elder brothers patiently, and have a happy life.

The words of blessing have been said thousands of times, and the love belonging to the mother is fully wrapped in the curse of ignorance of the world. The warm power flows in its blood, and the curse that feeds on emotions tastes sweet for the first time. smell.The little curse clutched his treasure tightly, feeling that this is love, he was very satisfied with his tribute, and deeply engraved the believer's wish in his heart.

【Love, I want more love! 】

【Her wish must be fulfilled! 】

On a quiet summer night, the daughter of the step-country was born, inheriting her mother's appearance, with beautiful blue eyes reminiscent of a lake under the moonlight.

The child was named Honey.

A child as cute as honey.