Vol 2 Chapter 1264: How difficult is this little ancestor to serve

Ten years of hard work, time flies, and the world changes.

The only thing that remains the same is the spirit grass garden in front of me.

Two years ago, he broke through the middle stage of foundation establishment, and he was highly valued by the head of the sect, who made an exception and granted him a cave.

He rejected the Zongmen's kindness, and instead of moving to the hidden cave in the hinterland of the mountain, full of aura, he continued to stay in the Lingcao Garden.

Somehow, he seemed to have sensed something, and he seemed to have forgotten something.

Those people, those things, are the most unforgettable memories.

And in those memories, Spirit Grass Garden felt so familiar to him.

When he was planting spiritual flowers and grasses, he would subconsciously think that his movements were so skillful and natural, as if he had planted them many times before.

When watering, he would subconsciously observe the moisture and depth of the soil, as if an experienced medicine farmer, the knowledge of planting spiritual grass was deeply engraved in his mind.

For ten years, he devoted himself to cultivating.

Occasionally in the dead of night, he would also think, why did he forget?

In the previous life, who and what happened are engraved in the bones.

Even if time flies and the world changes, I don't want to forget it.

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Not far from Lingcao Garden, there is a hut made of green bamboo.

A bamboo forest swaying in the wind, a deep pool, and a few bamboo leaves floating in the faint clear water, quiet and peaceful.

The door of the bamboo house was not locked, so he came with a sword, landed in the air, pushed open the door, and walked into the house slowly.

"Daddy, Daddy, so many flowers, so fragrant, Xiao Shui'er wants to eat honey."

Xiao Mitao peeked out her small head from the seam of her clothes, and looked around, without the slightest restraint of being in an unfamiliar environment.

Excitedly, she twitched her little nose, smelling the rich fragrance of flowers blowing towards her face, and couldn't help shedding a few drops of halazi.

"You want honey?"

"Uh-huh."

Xiao Mi Tao excitedly nodded her head: "Honey is sweet, Xiao Shui'er likes to drink honey water the most."

"In this season, the Lingfeng Group usually collect honey in the Sophora japonica forest in the back mountain."

"Although spirit flowers are everywhere in the Spirit Grass Garden, there are different varieties of spirit flowers, which cannot attract large bee colonies. Without honeycombs, there is naturally no honey."

Mu Fan felt a little regretful, for some reason, he failed to meet Xiao Mitao's request, and a little guilt sprouted in his always cold heart.

"It's not fun, Xiao Shui'er wants to go home, misses mother."

When Xiao Mitao heard that there was no honey water, her bright little eyes dimmed, and she pouted her cheeks in displeasure.

"...."

Two drops of cold sweat dripped from the back of Mu Fan's head.

Just coming and going, this little ancestor is so hard to serve.

"Uncle, although there is no honey water, the pear flower cream is enough, do you want to drink water?"

Although Xiao Mitao insisted on calling him Daddy, he still automatically blocked those two words.

The water spirit is a spiritual creature of heaven and earth, which is naturally raised.

It is the most cherished and rare treasure of heaven and earth in the world, and it is by no means human beings able to give birth.

He subconsciously thought that maybe he resembled someone, and the little guy was too young to recognize the wrong person.

"Pear flower paste?"

Xiao Mitao was instantly attracted by new things that she had never been exposed to before, her small eyes lit up again, and she pursed her mouth, expressing her anticipation.

"Wait a minute, uncle will make pear flower ointment water for you to drink."

Facing the silly and cute little peach, even the iceberg that has never melted for thousands of years showed signs of melting.

Seeing that Xiao Mitao readily agreed, Mu Fan breathed a sigh of relief, took out the pear flower ointment from the storage ring, and skillfully and naturally made a cup of pear flower ointment water at a suitable temperature.

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