Chapter 983

These little people are about the size of a palm. Their bodies are light green. Their facial features are very similar to human beings. They have three pairs of transparent wings behind them.

Just like the legendary flower fairy.

Sheng Hai:

He looked at the elves in front of him rigidly, and even stopped breathing.

All he had left was a mess in his mind.

In this world, in addition to ghosts, there are flowers and plants elves?

Should I tell them that I can see them?

Just as he was thinking, an elf standing on his shoulder did not seem to stand firmly and slipped and fell.

Although he knew that the other side had wings to fly, Sheng Hai still stretched out his hands and held her in vain.

"Ah

The elf suddenly exclaimed, "can he see us?"

The four elves flying out seemed to be very flustered. Their voices repeated:

"can he see us?"

"Can he see us?"

"He can see us!"

“……”

The four elves seemed very afraid. Qi Qi flew up from him, plunged into the flowerpot and disappeared.

Sheng Hai:

If it had not been for the ghost experience last night and the morning, he would have felt that the brief moment just now was just an illusion that he had been tired.

He carefully watched the flowers in front of him and whispered, "Hey, did you just run out? Are you flower fairies? Don't be afraid of me... "

This time, no elves came out, only a few pots of flowers in front of Shenghai shivered, as if they were afraid.

Sheng Hai estimates that these little guys are probably very timid.

He sat back again.

From last night to now, he has encountered too many things, and it is too much beyond his understanding.

He has a lot of questions to ask.

He believes that a Zhao can answer for himself.

At this time, he finally understood what ah Zhao meant by "you will come back to me".

She knew for a long time, will she have today?

Why would she know?

Who is the owner of this seemingly ordinary Florist?

All this was too confusing for him.

There was a faint fragrance in the shop.

is not the smell of artificial perfume, nor does it seem to belong to any kind of flower fragrance.

Sheng Hai propped his head on the chair and closed his eyes slowly in the quiet and peaceful fragrance.

This time, there are no ghosts and no fright in the dream, only endless flowers and sunshine.

When he fell asleep, several pots of flowers on the edge suddenly trembled.

Among the branches and leaves, a few small figures suddenly appeared:

"he is asleep!"

"He is asleep!"

The Elves were happy to fly out and landed on his shoulder and head. Some of them even reached out and touched his cheek curiously.

Sheng Hai didn't know.

All he knew was that a sweet song came from his dream, like a song from the heaven.

His lips unconsciously smile, sleep more sweet.

When a Zhao arrived, he saw such a scene.

But at a glance, she knew what was going on.

Looking at the front of a few like a bag of elves, she stretched out her hand and ordered them: "naughty."

"Lord a Zhao, Lord ah Zhao, this human being, likes it very much."

"But I like ah Zhao best."

"I like ah Zhao best."

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