Help!Crazy criticizing the tyrant, he spoils me every day

Chapter 160
"Grandma, what do you think this is?" Alai brought the potted flower closer to grandma.

The old man moved his gaze down with difficulty, and landed on the potted flower. The light shone on the green leaves, making them glow with a faint halo.

"Sunflowers?" The old man recognized the appearance of the plants, because they became clearer in her eyes from memory.

These seeds have been around for some years, and she kept them carefully. One day, her grandson came back and said that he had planted flowers for the princess.

"Well, Her Royal Highness really planted them, and many flower buds have grown, and they will bloom soon." Alai saw grandma's cloudy eyes brighten up, and her old face opened up. An expression other than pain - surprise.

"Ah, that's great!" The old man's puckered lips rose weakly.

"Alai, put the flower pot on this table. I'll hang the artificial light beads I brought on it. Sunflowers can only bloom when they get enough light." Xiao Wei stood at the door all the time, saying this.

"His Royal Highness, please come in." Alai invited Xiaowei to enter the room, then pulled the small table to the bedside, and then put the flowerpot on the table. "That way grandma can see them every day."

Xiaowei hung an artificial light source bead brought by her over the flowerpot, and the gentle and bright blue light filled the narrow room at once.

"Sunshine..." The old man breathed out comfortably.

"This is artificial light. The raw material is taken from the underground light source stone, so the light is blue, but it is very close to sunlight." Xiaowei explained.

Since the installation of these artificial light sources in the greenhouse, more demons have come to work in the field. Some of them are different from farmers. Reloyal planting puts their future hope on agriculture, but to enjoy the sun-like bath.

"Thank you, Your Royal Highness!" In front of the old man was a beautiful figure, who was glowing with a layer of white light like a god descending from the earth.

The old man heard a lot from Alai about this bride who was recognized by His Majesty. She was grateful for everything she had done for everyone and for her special care for Alai.

"You're welcome." Xiao Wei sat on the edge of the bed and gently held the old man's hand that was hanging on the edge of the bed. She was skinny and cold to the touch.

Xiao Wei concentrated her energy and sent some spiritual power to the old man's body.

The old man was very ill, every part of her body was exhausted by old age, and her life was dying out with the years, and no amount of spiritual power could heal her.

She is good at healing, but not rejuvenating or bringing the dead back to life.

The old man was already a dying candle, and she was helpless.

The spiritual power that Xiaowei imported gave the old man some energy, her vision became clearer, and she gained some strength, but this situation could not last for long.

"You are so beautiful!" The old man saw Xiaowei's face clearly, "Are you human?!"

"My father is a magician and my mother is human."

"When I was a child, there were human villages on the border of the southern forest. I saw them from afar," the old man recalled. "As long as you are careful, the devil can still live in places with sunny animals and plants."

"However, for the sake of the interests of the various races, there are always wars. The demons have strong limbs and simple minds. They are always looked down upon by those highly intelligent races. They drive us away, and when serious, they will kill, burn and rob us. My parents were killed by alien races. Yes. In order to survive, we have to hide in the dark and seek refuge with Yedi."

The interracial war Xiaowei knew from an early age that every powerful country grew out of war.However, the situation changed later, Emperor Ye expanded his territorial rule, and the victory was one-sided.

"In the eyes of others, His Majesty is cruel and violent, but he is the hero of the devil, and he saved us." The old man's eyes were full of gratitude. "His Royal Highness must take good care of His Majesty and give him happiness!"

(End of this chapter)