The Tip of the Gangster’s Heart

  Chapter 1000 Angels and Demons (2)

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  Under the lush, crystal clear soft leaves, small buds are still about to bloom,

  The strong aura is transmitted from the root of the tree to the bud,

  The buds are flawless snow-white, knotted on the branches, under the sunlight, they are extraordinarily clear and pure.

  It rained last night,

  The soft leaves are covered with moist water drops,

  The elves responsible for picking up the flower buds shuttle diligently between the leaves, checking the status of the flower buds at all times.

  Except for the white robe old man who is guarding,

  On the other side,

  A man in black is also watching,

  The two of them are responsible for recording the situation of the buds, and then go back and pass them on.

  The spirit tree is very quiet,

  Only the elves whispered from time to time,

  Suddenly,

  All the elves fly up at the same time as if they have received some instructions.

  The top of the spirit tree,

  A bright white flower bud slowly unfolded its petals,

  The sun is scattered,

  The crystal clear petals are as fragile as cicada wings,

  The little elves chirping around, waiting for the buds to unfold completely.

  The guardian under the spirit tree pays attention instantly.

  The process of flower bud stretching is very slow, very slow,

  The petals spread out little by little, like a butterfly spreading its wings,

  The folds wrapped together stretched out and turned into extremely light and thin flaps,

  The sun is shining down, shining into the petals,

  A baby murmured softly, showing a tender cry.

  The elves are excited and busy immediately,

  Some of them shook the branches to comfort the baby,

  Some fly to the bottom of the flower buds, cut off the branches,

  Some specially fly down from the spirit tree,

   Speaking Elvish to the person under the tree.

  The elder in white was overjoyed and immediately called someone.

soon,

  The bud was lifted down by the elves working together,

  They fly, flap their light wings,

  The bud was placed in the holy disk.

in,

  A small baby closed his eyes and fell asleep quietly.

  He is extremely delicate,

  White milk-like skin, crystal clear, like a work of art sculptured with snow, soft eyelashes curled up, especially soft and cute,

  He is wearing a set of white suits that fit well, a very simple style, only covering the body,

  Slightly silver hair is still very short, her small fist is clenched, and she sleeps very well.

  The elderly and the man in black came to see at the same time,

  They glanced at each other, and then recorded in their notebooks:

   1101 BC, January 1, Sunday,

  The baby boy Michael is born.

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Five years later,

  In the big grass surrounded by petals,

  The tall sharp fence blocked the scenery outside,

  The thorns and roses are wrapped around the iron fence, as if there is aura, slowly unfolding, full of pure fragrance.

  On the big grass,

   More than a dozen children, wearing exactly the same white clothes, are sitting in twos and threes on the grass, playing games with milk.

  "Isaiah, send you a flower~"

  "Okay~Thank you Yini~"

   "This flower is so beautiful~ Yini, I want it too~"

   "Huh, I won't give it to you~"

  The little girl Yini is holding a flower,

   saw the little boy alone in the corner,

  She thought for a while and ran over,

   "Michael, what are you doing?"

  She grabbed Xiao Huahua, squatted next to him, and asked curiously.

  The little boy did not speak,

  It was as if she hadn’t heard her question.

  He lowered his head, quietly pinching the mud,

  Under the curled eyelashes,

  A pair of beautiful ice-blue pupils, like a pure glacial river full of sky, crystal clear, pure and flawless,

  (End of this chapter)