The small ball of light was held in Ye Qianhu's hand, and there was a faint warmth in his palm. When Ye Qianhu let go of his fingers, the light group gently left his palm, like an immature child, looking at this strange world with curiosity.

Looking up at the light clusters flying around in the sky, Ye Qianhu whispered, "Lilith, what should I do?" ”

"Water the seed with your blood, and it knows what to do." In her mind's eye, Lilith replied.

"Sometimes I always feel that what I bring out of my dreams is not a seed, but a baby." Stretching out his hand, the light cluster running around took the initiative to fall back into his palm, Ye Qianhu looked at the little guy in his hand and said softly.

Lilith said, "In a way, the same can be said. The seed of the dream has its own instincts, just like the newborn animal. ”

Smiling, Ye Qianhu lowered his body and put the seed of his dreamland on the ground. He took out a dagger and made a cut on the middle finger of his right hand, and red blood immediately flowed from the wound.

It hurt a little, but he was used to this level of pain.

As if to understand what was going to happen next, the seeds of Dreamland floated quietly a few centimeters above the ground. Soon, a drop of blood fell from Ye Qianhu's fingertips and fell into the light cluster.

A light sound of water droplets falling on the surface of the water came from the light cluster, and at that moment, wisps of blood suddenly appeared in the colorless light cluster, but they disappeared again in the next moment.

Like a child who got a toy, although it was just a ball of light, Ye Qianhu clearly felt its joy.

Controlling his wounds, his blood dripping unhurriedly from his fingers.

Every time a drop of blood fell into the light cluster, with the sound of the water dropping on the surface of the water, a blood-red color appeared in the light cluster, but it quickly disappeared again.

This seems to be a process of absorption and transformation, and his blood is the best nutrient for this seed. A small blob of light, greedily absorbing the substance it needs.

As the blood continued to be added, the blood red color became more and more obvious, and soon it did not disappear, but accumulated little by little in the light cluster, like a spider web, slowly but continuously spreading in the light cluster.

An inexplicable connection began to appear between Ye Qianhu and the Dream Land Seed, and it was deepening with the addition of blood.

Ye Qianhu felt this change, but he didn't react, just continued to let his blood drip into the light cluster.

After a long time, the originally colorless light had turned blood-red. Unlike the violent red light cluster represented by the nightmare, although the seed at this time is blood-red, it is as beautiful as a ruby, quietly absorbing the nutrients in the blood.

In fact, it is not that the Dreamland Seed itself has turned blood red, but that Ye Qianhu's blood is a little too much, so that it has no way to digest it in a short period of time.

When the blood red color infected the entire light cluster from the inside out, the blood on Ye Qianhu's fingertips suddenly stopped dripping, and even the blood that was about to fall was even slowly flowing back, returning to his body from the wound on his finger. Immediately, even the wound closed and began to heal quickly.

And the dreamland seed, which had turned blood-red, was like a heart that contracted and expanded at regular intervals. In the process, a streak of blood mist erupted from it from time to time, but then it was hastily absorbed by the seeds.

It's a seed, but it's like a little hamster, and even if you can't eat it, you have to desperately stuff food into your mouth.

"What a greedy little thing", Ye Qianhu funnily poked his finger at the seed, but more blood mist was suddenly sprayed out by the light cluster, and the light group was quite busy chasing the blood mist and flying, quickly absorbing the blood mist that spewed out.

Shaking his head with a smile, Ye Qianhu stopped teasing it, and whispered to the seeds that had finally taken back all the blood mist: "Since you are full, let's grow it quickly." The rest is up to you. ”

As if he understood Ye Qianhu's words, the dreamland seed rubbed nostalgically on Ye Qianhu's fingers, and then gently landed on the grass.

The thin grass, the soil underneath, could not stop the entry of the dream seed in the slightest, Ye Qianhu watched it disappear to the ground, but with that kind of dark perception, he knew that the seed was beginning to grow underground.

The seed falls into the soil, and next, it's time to take root and sprout.

Simply sitting on the grass, Ye Qianhu looked up at the sky, the bright starry sky on the horizon was still there, but at this time, something new appeared.

The colorful light seems to have been born out of the void, and it floats and changes in the sky above the island like a dream. At first, it was just a cluster directly above, and soon a cloud of colored light appeared on the side.

It's like a beautiful aurora, but it's just a little bit like it, but it's actually a completely different thing.

From scratch, it corresponds to the growth of that little thing underground.

This kind of light, Ye Qianhu has ever seen, is in that dream of the Giant Country. It's just that these in the sky at this time, compared with the light in the dream of the giant country, are really like the difference between a glass of water and an ocean.

In my ears, the sound of crumbling came from the underground on the side, clicking, it was the sound of the island rocks being broken a little bit.

Retracting his gaze from the sky and looking to the side, where the dreamland seed entered, on the gentle grass, a beautiful light suddenly emerged from the soil.

It was a glowing shoot breaking through the ground, and then more tender stems and leaves began to grow, leapfrogging the blades of grass on the ground and growing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Such a scene is like the scene of rapid growth of plants in the lens once seen in documentaries. It's just that this time it's not a time-lapse shot, but a real thing that happened in reality, right in front of his eyes.

After a few minutes, the rapid growth process finally stopped, and what appeared in front of Ye Qianhu was already a small tree the thickness of a finger and more than a meter high, with dozens of verdant leaves scattered on the branches.

Although it is still just a small sapling, seeing it, Ye Qianhu seems to have seen the huge tree that the giant country dreams of enough for more than a dozen people to hug.

Although it seems that the seed of dreamland has become the little sapling in front of him at this moment, Ye Qianhu knows that this little sapling is just a part of the things that are bred by the seed of dreams.

What really matters is that above his head, there is a beautiful and dreamy glow like an aurora.

Dreams are born in those rays of light, and the small tree around them plays a role like a converter in the final process, turning invisible dreams into clusters of light of different colors.