Alien Healer

Jupiter.

Civilian area.

As I dreamed in every dream before, the enchanting seven-tail flowers are in full bloom along the straight path, and the verdant stems and vines are entwined on the metal-colored railings, winding upwards, crawling up the entire wall, only a little exposed. Gap.

Occasionally, a thumb-sized flying insect that followed the smell was wrapped in a layer of fragrant flower liquid by the Nanouhua as soon as it approached, but it completely lost its ability to move within a few seconds.

Such as the cruel and beautiful flower language of Nanwang-dying in sweet indulgence.

I remember my grandfather told him that the seven-tail flower was planted in the year he was born, in order to protect him from being disturbed by the mosquitoes of Jupiter.

Strangely speaking, neither of his parents had the physique of attracting mosquitoes. When he came to him, they were completely opposite extremes. He Mohai remembered the way his grandfather smiled when he said this to him. In a blink of an eye, the vicissitudes of life.

It is not easy to plant the seven-tailed flower, and the price is even more expensive. Grandpa spent a half of his savings to buy the seeds, and it took countless energy to cultivate the seven-tailed flower into its current appearance.

In his memory, his grandfather always smiled and loosened the Nanaohua with a flower shovel, turning his head from time to time to look at him who was sitting in a wicker chair reading a book seriously.

Sixteen years' time is enough for the short shoots to grow into today's splendid flower wall.

The home of He Mo and Grandpa is just behind the wall of flowers, a small, warm and comfortable home.

Walking to the center of the wall, He Mo pressed his palm against the metal wall, only to hear a crisp beep, and a door appeared silently.

"It's been a long time, Master, welcome back." Zhi Nao Mo Lan always appeared for the first time, the cold metal sound without any emotions made him miss it so much.

It's been a long time, I haven't heard Mo Lan's cold and mechanical voice.

A year ago, he was so embarrassed by the news of his grandfather's death that he hurried back, but was accidentally injured by a student from the Mecha Department at school. He lost consciousness and lay in the hospital until yesterday.

Others thought that he had only been in a coma for one year, and only he knew clearly that his consciousness had gone to another strange and strange world and stayed there for five hundred years.

The body he was attached to was a sad guy. He was kicked out by his half-brother and starved to death by the roadside. His consciousness somehow entered this guy's body, which was considered a bargain.

This guy's body possesses Mizuki double spiritual roots. With his outstanding spiritual roots, he was selected by the fairy master under the shocked eyes of his brother-in-law and entered the cultivation world's top sect to control the beast sect, but in just a hundred years from the beginning The no-name **** of the novice school has become a famous master, not only has his strength reached the stage of transforming the gods, but the mastery of beasts with one hand has made the realm of comprehension impressed.

But who could have imagined that, in addition to the outstanding factors of Linggen, his success was also attributed to an unknowing practice he obtained unintentionally. Later, he named Xingchen Jue, which, as the name suggests, condensed the power of the stars.

Behind the flower wall is a small garden. The most famous flowers of Mu Lanxing are planted here. There are also many fruit trees that Hemo loves to eat. It is the season of enchanting flowers in full bloom, and the fruit trees are only shallow. It bears some young and astringent fruits, and it will take some time before they are ripe.

The room closest to the garden is the dining room, the kitchen is on the right hand side of the dining room, and the living room is in front. It spirals up the wooden stairs in the living room. On the left and right of the stairs are the rooms of Grandpa and He Mo.

Grandpa's urn was placed in his original room, together with the photo. He Mo silently opened the door and quietly looked at the unaltered furnishings in the room, and finally his eyes touched the kind smile on the photo of his grandfather, and he did not move for a long time.

For a long time, He Mo stretched out his hand, stroking the cold material of the photo, his dark, warm eyes ran across the deep sorrow: "Grandpa, I'm back!"

The author has something to say: Recommend a friend's article: "After being reported jointly by the eight protagonists" Qi Shaoqing embarked on a road to cultivate the villain against the protagonist everywhere, also known as "I wear a shirt for the villain"