Night had fallen, and although it was outside, the window was as narrow as a cracked space. When the lights are turned off indoors, you can't see your fingers when you reach out, and you can't see hope when you look up.

In the darkness, Lin Jiao got up from the bed, walked to the window with his hair scattered. If it weren't for the fact that Xiao Duorou was in the dark night, he could see his eyes and ears clearly, and I was afraid that he couldn't see Lin Jiao crying at this time.

Xiao Duorou looked at the two lines of tears, as if they were flowing into his heart, bitterly as if he was tasting those insecticides.

It knew that Lin Jiao wouldn't hear it, and it wanted to care: "Lin Jiao, don't cry, okay?"

Then she watched in silence as the tears flowed, forming a dry river on her face.

The Fortune Tree said, "Alas, it is hard to live."

Little Flesh said, "It's sad to see her like this, and I can't do anything. She must be in need of comfort right now." After thinking about it in my heart, I finally shook the leaves, and the rustling sound broke the peace.

The Fortune Tree said, "What are you doing?"

Xiao Duorou said stiffly, "I'm out of the way!"

"What do you mean?"

"I don't want to wait." Succulent spoke, curling the leaves and straightening all the stems.

"Don't do anything stupid. Whiteskin Moon Realm!" Although the Fortune Tree didn't know what it was going to do, it could feel that behind this sentence was a desperate effort after a hundred turns.

It's too late, the little succulent cuts off a cluster of leaves, and the few leaves seem even more lonely.

I saw that the cluster of leaves turned into starlight, and then fell into the pot, and finally the whole small succulent plant began to emit a faint white light, illuminating the whole room in this endless darkness.

Little Duorou shouted softly: "Lin Jiao, Lin Jiao ......"

Lin Jiao, who was still sitting in a daze on the edge of the bed, heard the call and followed the sound and walked over. When he saw the little fleshy man shrouded in white light, he covered his mouth in surprise. She looked back at Zhang Keke, who was still sleeping soundly in the bed, and quickly turned her head and rubbed her eyes, only then did she be sure that she was not mistaken.

"Lin Jiao, you read that right, I'm Xiao Duo Meaty."

"You...... Can talk? ”

"Lin Jiao, I have limited time, so I can't say more. I just want to tell you, don't cry, I just opened my mind, and I feel very uncomfortable to see you like this. ”

"How can you speak? Are you a youkai? Lin Jiao said incredulously, and at the same time stood back, holding on to his bedpost.

Xiao Duorou said eagerly: "Lin Jiao, you have to do something happy for yourself." ”

Lin Jiao didn't think much about it, and looked around as if it was a dream, so he dared to ask, "How can you have such a dream?" ”

"No, don't take it as a dream. It's true. ”

The Fortune Tree couldn't help but interject: "Little Meaty!"

"Fortune Tree, don't talk!"

Hearing this, Lin Jiao looked at the Fortune Tree and muttered, "Fortune Tree...... Can you talk too......"

"Hey, Lin Jiao, you listen to me carefully, I will work hard, and when I become an adult, I will definitely take good care of you and not let others bully you."

When Lin Jiao heard this, he pinched his arm, only to realize that this was true, plants can speak, that is a goblin - his face changed, he retreated in fear, and shouted: "Coco! Cacao! ”

Zhang Keke sat up, rubbed his eyes, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Succulent...... Succulent ...... Spoken! ”

"What did you say?"

"Look at it......" Lin Jiao had already retreated to his bed and covered his head with the quilt.

Zhang Keke rubbed his eyes, approached the window, carefully observed the two pots of small plants, and found no abnormality, sat on the bed in the corner of the forest, tore off the quilt, drilled his body in, and said, "You may have been under too much mental pressure recently, and you have auditory hallucinations." ”

The Fortune Tree said, "Little Fleshy, what is the point of these words that you have said to your own spirit?"