Flower Fairy: After transmigrating again, I became An'an's younger brother.

At that moment, Xia Mu, who had already turned the corner, suddenly heard Xia An'an's voice coming from not far behind him, so he turned back.

Then he saw Xia An'an walking forward with something in her hand.

Rewind to one minute ago...

"It's gone...it's disappeared!"

Xia An'an remained frozen in place, her hand still outstretched in a grasping motion.

"nonsense!"

Kukuru flew in front of Xia An'an, pointed his finger at her nose, and said, "With your afro, you made such a racket when you charged at me, no wonder he ran away!"

"Didn't I already tell you to stop him?"

Xia An'an withdrew her hand, turned around and glared at him, the veins on her forehead throbbing slightly. "And another thing! Don't call me 'Afro'!"

"You... Hmph, how was I supposed to know you'd suddenly throw me out!"

Kukuru's voice rose several octaves, "Besides, I, the prince, already stopped him for you! It's just that you were too slow!"

"you--"

Xia An'an took a deep breath, her clenched fist trembling slightly.

Don't get angry, don't get angry, now is not the time to argue.

The flower fairy is gone, and Dad has gone far away... Sigh, I guess I should go back and discuss it with Xiaotong and the others first.

Thinking this, Xia An'an reached out and "gently" grabbed Kukuru, intending to return to the Qian Han family.

Kukuru winced as her grip tightened, and was about to protest—

"An'an?"

Xia An'an hadn't taken more than a few steps when a familiar voice suddenly came from behind her.

Her body stiffened abruptly.

At the same time, Kukuru shut his mouth and instantly turned back into the lifeless doll.

Xia An'an turned around stiffly, forcing a smile that said "nothing happened".

"Dad, Dad... Good morning..."

Xia Mu stood at the corner of the intersection, holding the pot of hyacinths in her hands, tilting her head slightly, with a gentle smile on her face.

"Yes, good morning."

He paused, glanced down at his watch, then looked up again. "But, An'an, it's almost noon now."

Xia An'an's smile froze on her face.

"Huh? This...that..."

Her mind raced. "I mean... I'm going for a walk! Yes, a walk!"

Xia An'an nodded vigorously, trying to make herself seem more convincing, "The air is so fresh in the morning!"

Xia Mu looked at her, didn't ask any further questions, and just smiled and nodded.

Xia An'an breathed a sigh of relief, her gaze immediately falling on the pot of hyacinths in his hand.

"Dad, what's this?"

"This one?"

Xia Mu glanced down at the flowerpot in her hand. "It's sick, so I'm planning to take it back and take care of it."

Xia An'an moved closer and carefully examined the pot of hyacinths.

The leaves were turning yellow, and the whole plant looked wilted; it was definitely not in good condition.

She thought for a moment, then reached out her hand.

"Dad, let me help you."

Xia Mu blinked, looking at her daughter's energetic appearance, and a gratified smile appeared on her face.

"Okay, then I'll leave it to An'an."

"No trouble at all!"

Xia An'an quickly waved her hand, took the flowerpot from Xia Mu's hand, and carefully held it in her arms.

"Let's go then."

Xia Mu turned around and walked towards home.

Xia An'an carried the flowerpot and followed behind him.

Kukuru was held between her arm and the flowerpot, bouncing with her steps, but always maintaining the "doll" posture, remaining completely still.

Meanwhile, behind the bushes on the other side of the street.

Hyacinthus hid behind a large leaf, only showing half his face, staring in the direction Xia Mu and Xia An'an had left.

Should we follow?

He hesitated for a moment.

However, after thinking for a moment, Hyacinthus gently flapped its wings and floated out from behind the bushes.

Just then—

"You're too active."

A voice suddenly came from the side.

Hyacinthus's body trembled violently, and he instinctively bounced back a short distance.

He turned his head and looked warily toward the source of the sound.

A boy wearing glasses and a school uniform was standing next to him, tilting his head slightly.

"If you keep flying around aimlessly, you'll get caught."

"Who are you?"

Hyacinthus's tone was clearly wary. "You can see me too?"

"I?"

Lucio adjusted his glasses, a gentle smile playing on his lips. "Of course I'm here to help you."

Hyacinthus blinked, his gaze lingering on him for a few seconds.

Then, he relaxed his guard a little and slowly flew closer.

"An'an is her father's daughter. Her father is a good person, so she is a good person too."

Yacintos paused, glanced down at his hands, and said with a complex emotion in his voice, "But she has a strong scent of fairy magic about her."

"Oh?"

Lucio put his hands on his hips, tilted his head slightly, and looked at the figure that was about to disappear around the street corner. "If she finds you, you can't stay here."

Hyacinthus lowered his head, his hands unconsciously clenching into fists.

"My dad is very good to me..."

His voice softened, carrying a hint of barely perceptible dependence and reluctance, "I want to stay."

"Then stay."

Lucio raised his right hand, palm up, and tiny yellow dots of light began to gather in his palm.

Hyacintos widened his eyes slightly as he watched the points of light float up from Lucio's palm, landing lightly on his left wrist, and finally coalescing into an exquisite bracelet.

"Put it on."

Lucio withdrew his hand. "Then no one will be able to find you."

Hyacinthus looked down at the bracelet on his wrist, raised his hand, and gently shook it.

That way... no one will be able to find me?

He looked up, wanting to say something to Lucio, but there was no one there.

Hyacinthus blinked and looked around.

The streets were deserted, and the boy with glasses was nowhere to be seen.

He lowered his head, looked at the bracelet on his wrist, and remained silent for a moment.

Then, he turned around, flapped his wings, and followed in the direction Xia Mu and Xia An'an had left.

-

Xia family.

Xia An'an placed the flowerpot on the coffee table in the living room and turned to look at Xia Mu, who was walking out of the room.

He was holding a small bottle in his hand, which contained a pale green liquid.

"This is it."

Xia Mu walked to the coffee table and handed the bottle to Xia An'an. "Drip a few drops every day and water it. It should recover quickly."

Xia An'an took the bottle, uncorked it, and carefully dripped a few drops onto the base of the hyacinth.

"An'an, you need to water it a little more."

Xia Mu provided guidance from the side.

"Okay, Dad."

Xia An'an picked up the watering can from the coffee table and, while watering the hyacinth, whispered to the plant:

"You must get better soon..."

Xia An paused for a moment, then added a touch of playful jealousy to her voice, "Hmm, Dad cares about you so much, even I'm a little jealous..."

Upon hearing this, Xia Mu smiled indulgently.

He reached out and gently placed his hand on Xia An'an's head, rubbing it.

"I care about An'an too. An'an, like this little hyacinth, needs to stay healthy."

"Okay..."

Xia An'an muttered softly, but did not dodge the warm, large hand.

Meanwhile, Hyacintos was sitting on the edge of the coffee table, gently swinging his legs.

He tilted his head, watching this scene, his eyes reflecting the heartwarming interaction between the father and daughter.

"Okay, Dad."

Then, he gently flapped his wings, flew up from the coffee table, floated to Xia Mu's side, and hovered in mid-air.

"I am very happy, thank you."

Of course, Xia Mu and Xia An'an couldn't hear it.

After Xia An'an finished watering, she put the watering can on the coffee table and stood up.

"I'm going back to my room now, Dad."

"Okay, go ahead."

Xia Mu nodded.

Xia An'an turned around and walked towards the stairs.

Kukuru was being carried by her, and he only spoke after An'an had gone back to her room:

"That flower fairy... I don't know where he went."

Xia An'an walked to the desk, opened the exquisite Ancient Spirit Immortal Royal Treasure Box, took out the essence of Chun and Shan Meng, and held it in her palm.

"He shouldn't have gone too far..."

She stopped abruptly after saying this.

Xia An'an's gaze fell on the two essences in her hand, and then she took out Hong Yu's essence from her pocket.

Then, her eyes suddenly lit up.

That's right! Hongyu's abilities... might be able to help!

Xia An'an's lips curved upwards. She took a deep breath, put the essence of Chun and Shanmeng back on the desk, and then put Hongyu's essence into the transformation watch.

"Flower Fairy Magician Xia An'an, transform! Love, beauty, wisdom, power coalesce!"

As the light shifted, Xia An'an's clothes were replaced by a pink tutu adorned with peach blossom patterns.

Kukuru floated in mid-air, looking at Xia An'an who had suddenly transformed. "An'an, what are you planning to do?"

Xia An'an gripped her magic wand tightly, a smile playing on her lips, her eyes gleaming with eager anticipation.

"Of course we're going to find that flower fairy!"

Meanwhile, in Xia Tong's room—

Shadow Camellia floated by the window, arms crossed, her deep red eyes gazing casually out the window.

The Ninth Prince sat quietly at his desk, holding a book he had taken from Xia Tong's bookshelf, and turning the pages with an elegant posture.

Dark Shadow Nine Thousand Years Old was sprawled on Xia Tong's pillow without any regard for appearances, holding a tablet and idly browsing the web.

The three little ones, Shadow Mountain Dream, Shadow Red Rain, and Cheng Yi, squeezed together on the other side of the bed. Shadow Mountain Dream was teaching Cheng Yi to recognize characters, while Shadow Red Rain sat quietly to the side, her orange-red eyes intently staring at the flashcards.

Just then, Shadow Chun's eyes flickered slightly.

"Um?"

Her gaze shifted from the window to the floor, her brow furrowing almost imperceptibly.

A faint aura of the Flower Fairy King was emanating from the living room downstairs.

Almost at the same time, Jiuqiansui also put down the book she was reading, and her gaze met that of Anyingchun in the air.

"You felt it too?"

Shadow Camellia nodded slightly.

At this moment, Shadow Nine Thousand Years also sensed the change in atmosphere, raised his head, and his wine-red eyes darted between Shadow Chun and Nine Thousand Years.

"What's wrong?"

She put down her tablet, floated over lightly, and landed next to Shadow Camellia. "You two don't look too good."

"There are rats."

Shadow Camellia replied in a cold tone.

"mouse?"

Shadow Nine Thousand Years blinked, then sensed the unfamiliar elven energy. His eyes lit up immediately. "Oh? This aura... it's the Hyacinth Elf King. Quite bold, daring to come here."

She rested her chin on her hands, tilted her head, and looked at Shadow Chun. "Chun, aren't you going to do anything about it?"

Shadow Camellia glanced at her. "Not interested."

The Shadow Ninth Prince raised an eyebrow, wanting to say something more, but was interrupted by the Ninth Prince's calm voice.

"Little one, we have a special guest."

The old man's voice wasn't loud, but it was clearly transmitted through the guardian contract.

On the other end, almost immediately, Xia Tong's thoughts were transmitted back.

"Hmm? I understand. Just keep an eye on them, no special care needed, just make sure they don't die."

"understood."

The Ninth Prince responded softly, then severed the connection.

Shadow Chun turned to look at the Ninth Prince: "What did Xiao Tong say?"

"Keep an eye on them, no special care needed."

The Ninth Prince paused for a moment, then said, "Just don't die."

Dark Shadow Nine Thousand Years Old was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing.

"This kid, really... he can stay so calm even at a time like this, no wonder he's our little devil!"

"Um."

The Ninth Prince nodded, his gaze also turning in the same direction. "So, we just need to watch."

"Watching?"

Shadow Nine Thousand Years Old finally stopped laughing, wiped away the tears that had welled up in his eyes, flapped his wings, floated to the window, pushed open the window, and leaned half his body out to look outside.

"What if I really am about to die?"

"Then let's talk about it when we're almost dead."

The voice of Shadow Camellia came from behind.

Dark Shadow Nine Thousand Years Old turned his head and met Dark Shadow Chun's deep red eyes, and suddenly smiled.

"Alright then~"

She shrank back, closed the window, and shrugged, "Then let's watch the show!"