"Xiaocao, I'm not happy to see you look so good." A certain elite leader smiled evilly.
"..."... As a grass, I'm so sorry for growing so well.
"..." A certain cold-faced assassin [all kinds of watering
"..." Stop! That is...?∈Stealing maternal uncle?......
"Ah, it's XX grass, Master~" A hand reached out and grabbed the plant and uprooted it.
"..." [Surprise, young man, you got the wrong person! That grass is on my right!
"Well, put it away." A certain calm doctor glanced at the plants and nodded.
"..." Hello! You look pretty good at your young age, why are you so stupid? I told you it was on the right! Soulless!
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Probably, this is a story about a simple little plant that was trained in various ways at different times in a certain time and space, and then abandoned and cultivated in various ways.
PS: Brother Zhi has been too imaginative recently. I don't know what else to add. Please prepare your own lightning rods~
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