Now they faced cushions that seemed dimminionive in tables that appeared tiny.

Sun Bao glanced at the bed and thought that Bidian would likely crush it with its weight.

Now the only drink at home was warm water, which I had just boiled.

It was now nearly lukewarm.

I apologize for the inadequate hospitality.

I hadn't te anticipated your arrival.

I had tea returned much lately and hadn't tea tidied up.

By she didn't poured a cup of water for Sun Bow using a miniature kettle to fill a tiny cup.

I hope you don't mind the disturbances caused by my belongings.

Sun Ba Bao having bounced over was indeed a bit thirsty after such a journey and would not complain.

With its paw, Son Bow grasped the cup, blew away the steam, and gulped down the water in one go, feeling little sensation at all.

The cup that had once been suitable now seemed to be merely a sip.

The original large cup appeared minuscule in its current grip.

Observing this, Bidian quickly refilled Sun Bow s cup with warm water.

I suddenly understand how the deities must feel when observing us, Sun Bao remarked.

Biian scratched its head.

It produced some small sweet pastries, steamed buns, and salted peanuts from its pouch.

Snacks that were easy to carry since it had been growing taller and heavier.

I hadn't tea rearranged the house, thinking I would wait until I stopped growing.

I must apologize for the disarray.

Alas, who is NT in the same predicament, which sprout on a mission hasn't he gained a little weight.

I two have found my bed too small.

The last time I returned, I slept uncomfortably and need to consider acquiring a new bed.

The two sprites conversed about the changes they had experienced after growing taller and sturdier.

Eventually, their discussion turned to the old house, pondering how to renovate it to better suit their needs.

Unfortunately, the dimensions of the old house were fixed, even without a yard.

It was only a little over 10 square meters.

It was just right for the tiny sprites, but posed challenges for the larger ones.

Unless they could purchase the neighboring houses, which were occupied by little sprites.

If I were to grow as powerful as the elders, the home would become even more cramped.

In the first bright city, there would never be enough space.

By Chidian side, finally resigning itself to the possibility we might as well live outside the city.

By Chia has a spacious house and yard beyond the city limits.

Though it is a bit far from the center, life there is quite pleasant.

However, residing outside the city or in the new town places you at a considerable distance from your shop.

It seems that the journey to work will be quite troublesome once the store reopens.

Perhaps you should consult with your neighbors, suggested Sun Bao.

In the second elf city, beyond the city limits, vast expanses of farmland stretch across the landscape whereby Chowi West sneezes amidst the furrows.

Chapter 2, 33.

A sudden attack it rubbed its nose, suddenly pondering whether it could be that the spirit was thinking of it.

With this thought, its previously agitated heart found a semblance of calm as it lifted its gaze to the moon.

The moon hung large and round in the sky, resembling a pristine jade plate, akin to the delightful visage of moon spirit.

Uh uh uh.

The surrounding commotion resumed.

The source of its vexation was indeed the cacophony that disrupted its peace.

Bowie found the clamor unbearable, severely impeding its work.

The delicate physique of the sprite endowed it with acute hearing, particularly after it had taken on the form of by Erdo, boasting a pair of large ears that heightened its auditory sensitivity.

It felt discomfort.

By Chowi rubbed its ears, growing increasingly disdainful of the sprite s appearance.

Transforming into Berdo had proven to be a result of naivity.

As a fairy, it could assume various forms.

If granted the opportunity to choose a new, it would adopt the shape of moon spirit, possessing a divine figure akin to that of the deity.

Persevere by Chiawa.

Once you ascend to the legendary level, the chance to alter your form will arise.

Just one more level to go after this self- encouragement by Chowi resumed its leisurely stroll among the furrows, inspecting the growth of the crops.

Frequently, it wandered through the fields.

Aside from time spent on missions, it returned to the divine realm solely to tend to its beloved land.

After all, the dozen acres nearby were its treasures cultivated with care, and neglecting them was simply out of the question.

While in the fields, the plant bugs would occasionally make their presence known.

These creatures, lacking in intellect and unable to speak the divine tongue, found joy in communicating through various vocalizations.

Upon sighting a pass by, they would chirp in an attempt to capture its attention.

After all, the planting sprite naturally drew an instinctive affinity from the bugs.

Should any of the plant bugs evolve into a butterfly spirit, their excitement would reach new heights, perhaps even leading them to initiate a conversation.

For instance, at this moment, a young girl with flowing hair appeared before by Chowiwa.

Yeah.

Yeah.

He he good afternoon.

This butterfly spirit, measuring around 5 cm, dawned a dress that transitioned from a soft yellow to a deep purple, her delicate locks swaying in the breeze, and her butterfly wings unfurled gracefully behind her.

"Good afternoon, purple umbrella," by Chia replied stiffly.

This butterfly spirit was born from a purple eggplant in its cultivated fields, possessing a personality that starkly contrasted its own, being exceedingly extroverted.

Her favorite pastime was to chase after it for a chat.

You look even more beautiful today.

Yeah.

Yeah.

So felt so splendid.

Purple Canopy buzzed incessantly around by Chowiwa.

Chattering away, she was elated that the sprite capable of conversing with her had returned.

Otherwise, being the sole butterfly spirit in such an expansive field would have been dreadfully lonely.

She was a butterfly spirit who thrived on company.

Yet regrettably, her fellow beings in the fields were mere bugs, utterly incapable of divine communication.

Susie Han and Lulu Defu observe the illustration.

The Little Mermaid have been studying for quite some time.

The drawing consists of merely a few simple strokes, even more rudimentary than a preschool child scribbles.

It depicts a boat adorned with three vertical lines, one stout and short, another straight above and curved below, and the last perfectly upright yet bent.

Surrounding the vessel at varying positions are three small circles, each spaced differently from one another.

One circle is perfectly round, another slightly flattened, and the last and upright ellipse.

Additionally, there's a bowel position to the right and behind the upright ellipse.

The paper emanates a luster, creating an impression that the entire scene is in a state of perpetual motion.

With both the boat and the vertical lines possessing distinct personalities as if they were alive, Suzi Han gazes at the artwork, seemingly drawn into its depths, lost in contemplation.

The presence of the bow continually stimulates her senses.

Emu, "I know nothing," he declared.

Upon finishing his words, Ling Dau was the first to leap away from the paper, bouncing far and spinning in circles, as if trying to shake out the images he had just witnessed, desperate to forget.

"Forget, forget everything.

Quickly, forget," he muttered, shaking his head.

The air was permeated by the scent of something charred.

It turned out that the fish had been left unattended on the chef's iron grill, succumbing to the flames.

Awakened by the burn aroma, the little mermaid turned her eyes and swam forward, taking the spot where Ling Dafu had just stood.

She hastily flipped the fish with tongs and carefully trimmed away the charred portions with scissors.

I don't understand.

I truly don't understand.