"Come out, Xiaomei. I'm back."

The minibus flew to the lotus of creation, as if looking for something, calling softly.

After a while, a small head was drilled out of the lotus flower. When he saw that it was the minibus, the other side got out. It was as cute as the other one. It was also a flower spirit. It seemed that this was the beauty that the minibus could never forget along the way.

"Are you the flower elf of this creative lotus?"

Xia Chen asked Xiao Mei that he knew that every rare plant in the wasteland was actually cared for by flower elves, so he had...