The Story of a Plane Merchant Selling a House

Tutu came back to his senses and shook off the remaining honest emotion magic ball powder on his hands.

I don’t know if people from other worlds have resistance to the magic ball of honesty.

But looking at the little girl's pale face and the way she slapped her mouth in annoyance, it should have worked.

Looking at the pale little girl next to him who was doubting herself,

"I can help you, but I don't know your situation, so I need to try. In the meantime, I need to get some information in my own way."

The little girl nodded quickly. Even though she spoke so bluntly and directly, this adult was still willing to help her. Maybe she really could have hope of gaining true freedom.

Tutu controlled the soul-searching technique to explore the little girl's sea of ​​consciousness. It turned out that the little girl's personal consciousness was only slightly larger than that of the big red flower plant.

Carefully gathering all her spiritual energy, she began to look at her memories more gently from the beginning.

From the time they became conscious, the nursery aunts told them that they were flowers, lives nurtured by the ancestral tree.

All the children are waiting to be awakened before they can be officially named by the ancestral tree.

Before she was eight years old, she was called Thirteen.

She is almost eight years old. Every day when it gets dark, she goes with everyone to collect dew until the day breaks.

That day she was lying in the grass and was lazy. She didn't want to collect dew like those good children.

I stared blankly at the dark sky and the glowing insects flying in the air outside the gathering place.

She really wanted to go out and take a look, but the nursery aunt said that those insects that were bigger than the house ate flowers, and only children who had awakened could go out.

The twelfth sister came over secretly and gave her a fruit.

"You've been punished for dinner again. Eat this fruit quickly. Thirteen, don't always talk back to your aunt. If you always have nothing to eat, you won't grow taller."

Thirteen took the fruit with a smile. She was best friends with her twelfth sister and liked her the most.

"Twelve, come here and we will go to another place to collect dew."

The nursery aunt suddenly called out the name of the twelfth sister.

Sister Twelve secretly moved her body to block the nursery aunt's sight so that the aunt would not see Sister Thirteen who was lying on the ground and doing nothing.

Thirteen was lying on the ground when he saw the aunt walking behind him.

The aunt looked at the twelfth sister walking in front of her, her throat rolling, with a smile on her face that she couldn't understand.

Thirteen didn't understand the meaning of the smile, but she had a hunch that she couldn't let her aunt take her away.

She sneaked out and knocked down the flower stand that the nursery aunt had carefully taken care of. The loud collapse noise forced the nursery aunt to go back and investigate.

"Twelfth sister, look here," she hid in the corner and motioned for her to follow her.

"I found a hidden place to the east of the gathering place. Don't go back yet. I think something is wrong with that old man."

Thirteen took his sister Twelve to a remote, half-collapsed basement.

But she discovered that in this secret base that she thought belonged to her, there was a pale-faced aunt with short hair and a crooked flower bud on her head.

The short-haired auntie was very alert and jumped up instantly.

When I used the weak light to find that the two children who came in had no flower buds on their heads,

She became less nervous.

"Are you the children of this gathering place? How old are you? Are you six?"

The twelfth sister was a little scared. She ignored the short-haired aunt's question and pulled the thirteenth sister into a corner.

"How long are we going to stay here?"

Sister Twelve secretly glanced at the short-haired auntie over there, who was dressed completely different from the one at the gathering place.

"Let's go back early. I'm a little scared. I still have to go back to collect dew."

Thirteen protected her sister Twelve behind her. She imitated the tone of the nursery aunt, puffed up her cheeks and spoke to the short-haired aunt in a fierce tone.

"I'm almost eight years old. I'm a big kid now. This place belongs to me. It's my secret base. Please leave now."

The short-haired aunt had a strange expression, as if she was trying not to laugh.

"You are so young, you must not be eight years old,"

Thirteen felt that the short-haired aunt seemed to be making fun of her.

"You crooked budding bad aunt! I'm eight years old! This is my territory!"

The short-haired auntie quickly adjusted the flower bud on her head. Thirteen was a little confused. She seemed to have never seen a nursery auntie take down a flower bud and adjust its position.

The twelfth sister pulled the dazed Thirteen and whispered to correct him, "I am eight years old, and you are only seven years and nine months old."

The short-haired woman turned to the twelfth sister, her eyes fixed, "You are already eight years old..."

The short-haired aunt quickly put her hand on Twelve's head.

"You are indeed eight years old, and you haven't been made into a hotbed..."

Thirteen looked up with an unhappy look on her face, and pushed away the hand of the short-haired aunt that was touching Twelve's head.

"Is it a insult to a flower to make it a hotbed? How come you, a flower, have no manners at all?"

The short-haired aunt was stunned for a moment, "A word to insult the flowers?"

She shook her head and quickly packed her belongings.

"No, you can't go back to the nursery. If you go back, you will be in danger when you turn eight.

You guys wait here for me, I have something else to do, it seems like the plan needs to be advanced."

After saying that, the short-haired aunt rushed out of the basement.

The two children felt very confused, but they didn't want to go back.

Besides, the short-haired aunt has already left, so they can continue to hide here.

Thirteen was not such an obedient child. She comforted Twelve and then sneaked back to the nursery. She wanted to bring back more fruits.

She saw the nursery aunt leading two children who were already eight years old but had not yet grown buds out of the yard.

The short child was a little slow in moving, so he was slapped by the nursery aunt.

She walked forward sobbing with her head lowered.

The tall child turned around and secretly gave her a red fruit, and whispered,

"Don't cry, don't be unhappy on your birthday today, this is a gift for you,"

The short child smiled shyly and wiped away his tears.

"Sister, do you have any gifts left?"

The tall boy winked and secretly showed her the fruit in his other hand.

"One for you and one for me,"

The short girl held the red fruit in her hands and sniffed it. She was reluctant to eat it and put it back in her pocket.

The nursery aunt standing behind them raised her lips in an ambiguous way.

Thirteen thought the nursery aunt must have some bad ideas, so he tried the same trick again and wanted to go back and push the flower stand down. However, he found that the flower stand was very strong after it was tied up again and he couldn't push it at all.

She wanted to sneak into the yard to see if there was anything else that could attract the nursery aunt's attention, but she couldn't find anything for a while.

Seeing that the nursery aunt was taking that sister further and further away,

Thirteen was a little anxious, so he could only follow carefully.

Because she was always running around, she knew exactly where to hide around the nursery.

He followed carefully all the way to a lush garden, and Thirteen carefully observed the surroundings.

Children in the nursery need to collect dew from lush vegetation every day.

But they had never been to this garden,

This garden only has one kind of flower, which is pink and delicate, without branches and leaves.