The Grass Baby, on the other hand, made it look like a walk in the park, quickly dug a hole with a solemn look, climbed into the hole, and then stretched out its hand to cover itself with a little dirt, just like snuggling under a small blanket.
There was nothing unusual on its gruesome face. Li Huazhao, having spent so much time with these grass babies, could naturally tell their condition.
Grass Babies excel at endurance. Their vitality is robust, and in every aspect, they resemble a real blade of grass.
It's a domesticated flora, but it's not delicate.
Li Huazhao knew that underneath him, right where he couldn't see, the roots of the Grass Baby were spreading, venturing deeper and wider into the surroundings.
Every now and then, some windblown sand fell on the grass on the head of the Grass Baby, but it just lightly shuddered and shook the sand off to the side, not minding the corroding wind sand.
