Chapter 995: 995
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Under the green and glittering soft leaves, small flower buds will still open,
The rich aura is transmitted from the root to the bud,
The flower bud is flawless snow white. It is tied on the branches and is especially pure under the sunlight.
It rained last night,
The soft leaves were stained with wet drops of water,
The spirit responsible for taking over the flower bud shuttled hard among the leaves, always checking the condition of the flower bud.
Except for the old man in white,
On the other side,
A man in black was watching,
The two of them are responsible for recording the situation of flower buds, and then going back to communicate.
The spirit tree is quiet,
Only the elves whispered from time to time,
Suddenly,
All the elves seem to have received some instructions and fly up at the same time,
The top of the spirit tree,
A white bud slowly stretched its petals,
The sun scattered,
The glittering and translucent petals are as fragile as cicada wings,
The elves chirped around, waiting for the complete expansion of the bud.
The watchman under the spirit tree pays instant attention.
The spreading process of flower bud is very slow, very slow,
The petals spread out like the wings of a butterfly,
The folds wrapped together stretch into extremely light thin petals,
The sun fell into the petals,
A baby's soft whisper, with a childish cry, shows.
The Elves were immediately busy with excitement,
Some of them shook the branches and comforted the baby,
Some fly under the flower bud and cut off the branch diameter,
Some fly down from the spirit tree,
Whispering elf language to the people under the tree.
The elder in white was overjoyed and immediately called someone.
Soon,
The bud was carried down by the elves,
They fly, flapping their light wings,
The flower buds were placed in the holy plate.
Inside,
A little baby closed his eyes and fell asleep quietly.
He is extremely delicate,
White as milk, the skin is crystal clear, just like a work of art carved with snow. The soft eyelashes are curly, especially soft and cute,
He was wearing a suit of white clothes that fit him. It was a very simple style, which only covered his body,
Slightly silvery hair is still very short, holding a small fist, sleeping very well.
The elderly and the man in black came to see at the same time,
They looked at each other and then recorded in their own books:
On Sunday, January 1, 1101 BC,
Baby boy Michael, born.
……
……
Five years later,
In the big grass surrounded by petals,
The high pointed fence blocks the outside scenery,
Thorns and roses wrapped around the iron fence, like a aura, slowly unfolded and filled with pure aroma.
On the big grass,
By twos and threes, a dozen children as like as two peas in white, sitting on the grass, playing with the game.
"Iser, give you a flower ~"
"OK ~ thank you, Eni ~"
"Take a good look at this flower ~ ini, I want it too ~"
"Hum, I won't give it to you ~"
Eni, little girl with flowers,
Saw the little boy alone in the corner,
She thought and ran over,
"Michael, what are you doing?"
She grabbed xiaohuahua, squatted next to him and asked curiously.
The little boy didn't speak,
Like I didn't hear her question.
He bowed his head and quietly squeezed the mud,
Under the curled eyelashes,
A pair of beautiful ice blue pupils, as if filled with pure glaciers, are crystal clear and pure without defects,
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Under the green and glittering soft leaves, small flower buds will still open,
The rich aura is transmitted from the root to the bud,
The flower bud is flawless snow white. It is tied on the branches and is especially pure under the sunlight.
It rained last night,
The soft leaves were stained with wet drops of water,
The spirit responsible for taking over the flower bud shuttled hard among the leaves, always checking the condition of the flower bud.
Except for the old man in white,
On the other side,
A man in black was watching,
The two of them are responsible for recording the situation of flower buds, and then going back to communicate.
The spirit tree is quiet,
Only the elves whispered from time to time,
Suddenly,
All the elves seem to have received some instructions and fly up at the same time,
The top of the spirit tree,
A white bud slowly stretched its petals,
The sun scattered,
The glittering and translucent petals are as fragile as cicada wings,
The elves chirped around, waiting for the complete expansion of the bud.
The watchman under the spirit tree pays instant attention.
The spreading process of flower bud is very slow, very slow,
The petals spread out like the wings of a butterfly,
The folds wrapped together stretch into extremely light thin petals,
The sun fell into the petals,
A baby's soft whisper, with a childish cry, shows.
The Elves were immediately busy with excitement,
Some of them shook the branches and comforted the baby,
Some fly under the flower bud and cut off the branch diameter,
Some fly down from the spirit tree,
Whispering elf language to the people under the tree.
The elder in white was overjoyed and immediately called someone.
Soon,
The bud was carried down by the elves,
They fly, flapping their light wings,
The flower buds were placed in the holy plate.
Inside,
A little baby closed his eyes and fell asleep quietly.
He is extremely delicate,
White as milk, the skin is crystal clear, just like a work of art carved with snow. The soft eyelashes are curly, especially soft and cute,
He was wearing a suit of white clothes that fit him. It was a very simple style, which only covered his body,
Slightly silvery hair is still very short, holding a small fist, sleeping very well.
The elderly and the man in black came to see at the same time,
They looked at each other and then recorded in their own books:
On Sunday, January 1, 1101 BC,
Baby boy Michael, born.
……
……
Five years later,
In the big grass surrounded by petals,
The high pointed fence blocks the outside scenery,
Thorns and roses wrapped around the iron fence, like a aura, slowly unfolded and filled with pure aroma.
On the big grass,
By twos and threes, a dozen children as like as two peas in white, sitting on the grass, playing with the game.
"Iser, give you a flower ~"
"OK ~ thank you, Eni ~"
"Take a good look at this flower ~ ini, I want it too ~"
"Hum, I won't give it to you ~"
Eni, little girl with flowers,
Saw the little boy alone in the corner,
She thought and ran over,
"Michael, what are you doing?"
She grabbed xiaohuahua, squatted next to him and asked curiously.
The little boy didn't speak,
Like I didn't hear her question.
He bowed his head and quietly squeezed the mud,
Under the curled eyelashes,
A pair of beautiful ice blue pupils, as if filled with pure glaciers, are crystal clear and pure without defects,
Under the green and glittering soft leaves, small flower buds will still open,The rich aura is transmitted from the root to the bud,The flower bud is flawless snow white. It is tied on the branches and is especially pure under the sunlight.It rained last night,The soft leaves were stained with wet drops of water,The spirit responsible for taking over the flower bud shuttled hard among the leaves, always checking the condition of the flower bud.Except for the old man in white,On the other side,A man in black was watching,The two of them are responsible for recording the situation of flower buds, and then going back to communicate.The spirit tree is quiet,Only the elves whispered from time to time,Suddenly,All the elves seem to have received some instructions and fly up at the same time,The top of the spirit tree,A white bud slowly stretched its petals,The sun scattered,The glittering and translucent petals are as fragile as cicada wings,The elves chirped around, waiting for the complete expansion of the bud.The watchman under the spirit tree pays instant attention.The spreading process of flower bud is very slow, very slow,The petals spread out like the wings of a butterfly,The folds wrapped together stretch into extremely light thin petals,The sun fell into the petals,A baby's soft whisper, with a childish cry, shows.The Elves were immediately busy with excitement,Some of them shook the branches and comforted the baby,Some fly under the flower bud and cut off the branch diameter,Some fly down from the spirit tree,Whispering elf language to the people under the tree.The elder in white was overjoyed and immediately called someone.Soon,The bud was carried down by the elves,They fly, flapping their light wings,The flower buds were placed in the holy plate.Inside,A little baby closed his eyes and fell asleep quietly.He is extremely delicate,White as milk, the skin is crystal clear, just like a work of art carved with snow. The soft eyelashes are curly, especially soft and cute,He was wearing a suit of white clothes that fit him. It was a very simple style, which only covered his body,Slightly silvery hair is still very short, holding a small fist, sleeping very well.The elderly and the man in black came to see at the same time,They looked at each other and then recorded in their own books:On Sunday, January 1, 1101 BC,Baby boy Michael, born.Five years later,In the big grass surrounded by petals,The high pointed fence blocks the outside scenery,Thorns and roses wrapped around the iron fence, like a aura, slowly unfolded and filled with pure aroma.On the big grass,By twos and threes, a dozen children as like as two peas in white, sitting on the grass, playing with the game."Iser, give you a flower ~""OK ~ thank you, Eni ~""Take a good look at this flower ~ ini, I want it too ~""Hum, I won't give it to you ~"Eni, little girl with flowers,Saw the little boy alone in the corner,She thought and ran over,"Michael, what are you doing?"She grabbed xiaohuahua, squatted next to him and asked curiously.The little boy didn't speak,Like I didn't hear her question.He bowed his head and quietly squeezed the mud,Under the curled eyelashes,A pair of beautiful ice blue pupils, as if filled with pure glaciers, are crystal clear and pure without defects,
