Cannon Fodder is No Longer with Me

    "Pfft." Mu Xing couldn't help laughing.

      The laughing action jumped up and down.

    Really, really nice.

    He stretched out a small hand and made a gesture: "Only a little!"

    Mu Xing was so cute, thought about it, and reached out to Mao Mao.

    Maomao glanced at the palm that fell in front of him, hesitated for a moment, and stepped on it happily.

    Mu Xing put the little guy on his shoulders and said with a smile: "Maomao is so cute, even if you don't give me flowers, I like you very much."

    With a twitch, Mao Mao turned red from neck to ear.

    He thought dizzily: Oh, I won't be the first Yiya people to be roasted by myself, right?

    Mu Xing is very curious about the Yiya people and has countless questions to ask.

    It's a pity he didn't ask any questions tonight.

    Ami is here.

     Urge the little master to sleep.

    Mu Xing watched the robot butler standing in front of him, talking to himself in a soft voice, as if he didn't see any more people on Mu Xing's shoulders.

    He glanced at Mao Mao curiously.

    Maomao understands what he means: "If we don't want to be seen, they won't see us."

    Otherwise, these human beings are so advanced in technology, how could the Eya people have not been discovered for so many years?

    Mu Xing understood: "So it is."

    This is probably the natural means of self-protection for these little Yiya people who have no fighting ability

    He smiled and said, "I'm going to bed, how about you, Mao Mao?"

    Maomao was a little reluctant, but he felt that he couldn't let humans see it, or he would definitely be proud.

    He snorted: "I'm going to bed too, in the fragrant petals."

    "It's good." Mu Xing smiled, "No wonder Mao Mao is also fragrant."

    I think Mao Mao has gone.

    He returned to the bedroom, and the tip of his nose was still full of the fragrance of roses.

    He had a dream.

    I dreamed that I was sitting on a tree full of flowers, and in every flower, there was a little Yiya with wings.

     Together they held a palm-sized cup and handed it to him, which was amber-colored and mellow nectar.

     Urging him to drink quickly.

    Mu Xing took a sip.

    The Yiya people laughed and chatted:

    "He drank he drank!"

    "The stars drank our nectar."

    "Drink the nectar, and you are the people of our Eya tribe."

    Mu Xing looked at them blankly and suddenly lightened.

    A huge thing fell from the top of his head, he was startled, and hurriedly dodged, only to find that it was a cup several circles bigger than himself.

    Looks familiar?

    Isn't this the cup he just drank from nectar?

    He was startled, and hurriedly stretched out his hand, and sure enough, his hand turned green. Looking up again, he and Mai Mai became the same size.

    He became an Iya with little wings!

    …

    When Mu Xing woke up, he thought this dream was really interesting.

    After washing, he went out and found that the whole family was up, and they were all in good spirits, obviously they had been up for a long time.

    "You all so early?"

    Mu Yue was in high spirits: "I can't sleep at all when I think of the large roses in our house."

    She pointed behind her excitedly: "Look at the stars, after one night, our roses have grown a lot!"

    No, the vines were originally hollowed out metal fences, and metal gaps could still be seen in sparse ones. But as the night passed, the rose grew several times in size, giving birth to countless branches and vines, covering the entire fence of the yard, full of roses the size of a bowl.

    This time, it's really a three-sided flower wall.

    The roses in their blooming season are full of fragrance, and they also attract a few colorful butterflies that don't know where they came from. They are dancing around the flower wall at the moment.

    "It's so beautiful." As soon as Mu Yue went out today, she was stunned when she saw this scene.

    After watching for a while, she suddenly reacted, turned around and went back to her room.

    I carefully selected a favorite dress, painted beautiful makeup, and then came out again.

    Such beautiful flowers, of course, must be beautifully dressed to be worthy of them.

    Mu Xing didn't pay attention to the flower wall, not far from him, two roses were leaning against one another, Mai Mai and Maomao waved their short legs to greet him.

    "Morning stars."

     Mai Mai waved to him before he could speak.

    Mu Xing walked over and asked in a low voice, "Did you make this for me?"

     Mai Mai tilted her head and smiled at him.

    Maomao nodded, tried his best to suppress his expectations, and pretended to be calm: "Do you like it?"

    "I like it! I like it so much!" Mu Xing wanted to grab the two little babies and kiss them, for fear of scaring them.

    Of course, I am also afraid of scaring the rest of the family.

    "Xingxing, what are you muttering about?" Lancie is directing Armie to put breakfast in the courtyard - who would want to eat in a cold restaurant with such a beautiful view?

    Mu Xing turned around and found a reason: "I'm thanking them."

    Lancy thought that "they" meant these roses. After all, Mu Xing used to chat with Rose every day.

    He nodded: "Thank you so much."

    He chatted with his wife for a long time last night, and it was really difficult to explain this strange phenomenon. In the end, it could only be attributed to: Little Xingxing was so cute that even Huaer couldn't bear to disappoint him.

    Although the heat sounds nonsense, it is inexplicably reasonable.

    At the dinner table, Hang Jin looked at the happy Mu family.

    The faces of them are pure happiness, and they have already started chatting about how to use these flowers, and they don't think there is anything wrong with them.

    He tentatively suggested: "Should we report it to a professional organization for a test? After all, this is all very strange."

    Mu Rongrong was taken aback for a moment, then turned to look at her husband and children: "Yes, are we going to do a test, there won't be any problems with this flower?"

    Mu Yue asked nervously: "What about after the test? We won't hand over this flower to the federation, right?"

    Then she is not happy!

    Such a beautiful flower was planted by her brother! It's their home.

    No one wants to give!

    Seeing her protective face, Hang Jin inexplicably felt like a kitten with no claws, more cute than fierce.

    He softened his eyes and said in a low voice, "No, I can guarantee that no one will dare to rob your flowers."

    Mu Yue glanced at him suspiciously, and did not doubt why this person agreed, but this remark obviously made her happy again.

    This is a strange family. Hang Jin thinks like this while eating the simple breakfast on the plate.

    But with them, it is very comfortable.

    After eating, Mu Rongrong used his brain to submit the abnormality of his roses to the relevant departments.

    Of course, there is no immediate response, which is normal.

    Next, the family began to discuss what to do with the rose flower.

    At first, when they learned that the roses were blooming, they all thought that when they bloomed, they could cut off the branches and sell them.

    Natural flowers are very expensive. Even small flowers that are not very good can be sold at extremely high prices.

    If all the roses in the yard are sold, the economic crisis of their family will be solved immediately.

    Hang Jin saw the Mu family's lively discussion for a long time, and then looked at Mu Xing who didn't speak much.

    "Stars, flowers are grown by you, you call the shots."

    "Yes, the stars call it."

    Hang Jin just thinks this family is really weird.

    Although Mu Rongrong is a simple-minded dude, he is by no means uninformed.

    It is impossible for them not to know how valuable this flower is.

    Even a small blue rose can be sold for nearly ten million.

    How about this rose?

    Hang Jin couldn't estimate an accurate number himself.

    And now, the Mu family has handed over the decision of such a priceless treasure to a thirteen-year-old child?

    Mu Xing asked slowly, "Let me make a decision?"

    The three nodded.

    Mu Xing asked again: "Even if I don't want to cut the flowers, I don't want to sell them?"

    The expressions on the faces of the three became a little tangled and painful.

    Mu Rongrong said with a sad expression: "Yes, you can do whatever you want!"

    Lancy nodded, her tone always gentle and gentle: "Dad will support you no matter what."

    Mu Yue tangled for a while, and said, "Anyway, you planted the stars, and it's a blessing for my sister to see such beautiful flowers."

    Mu Xing laughed.

    He was born so beautiful, showing such a pure smile, the two little Yiya people not far away stared blankly.

    They heard the stars say, "This is a gift from my good friend, a very precious thought. I don't want to sell her, and I don't want to cut these flowers."

    Little Yiya blushed: The stars said I was his good friend!

    I am reluctant to sell Huahua.

    What a star! As expected of my favorite star!

    The Mu family heard him say this, but they didn't doubt it: they unanimously regarded this "friend" as the rose.

    Mu Yue dragged her cheeks, her big blue eyes looked at her little brother unblinkingly, and sighed: "Maybe it is the heart of a child like Xingxing that moved Qiangwei Tweed."

    Maomao snorted a little and whispered: "It's not a rose, it's the flowers that Mai Mai and I bloomed for him."

    But he doesn't like other human beings, even if this person is Xingxing's sister, she is also a good-looking human being.

    Mai Mai brought her head close and snuggled up with Mao Mao.

    The little girl's soft voice sounded: "As long as the stars know it's us. He likes the gifts we gave him."

    When Mao Mao thought about it, the little bit of dissatisfaction disappeared.

    Yes, the stars know it.

    Others don't care.

    This way.

    Mu Xing looked at the roses in the yard and suddenly had a bold idea: "How about we open a live broadcast room on Xingwang and let netizens **** the flowers?"

    "I could plant many other flowers."

    "When I have money, I will buy Chiyuexing and plant them all with flowers and trees."

    He thought of the timid little Eya.

    He wants to try, maybe he can give them a beautiful home?