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

As soon as Kukuru finished complaining, his gaze keenly caught the figure that was quietly floating behind Xia Tong.

His voice suddenly rose, carrying his usual arrogance and a hint of barely perceptible surprise. He pointed his little finger at Xia Tong, but his gaze was fixed on Shan Meng:

"Where did you bring this Flower Fairy King back this time? You're just an ordinary Earthling, what right do you have to keep running into the Fairy King?"

Then he abruptly shifted his tone to Shan Meng, becoming more imperious and commanding, with a condescending air:

"Hey! You daphne flower fairy over there! Hurry up and state your name! And what are you doing with this commoner?"

Kukuru stood with his hands on his hips and his chin slightly raised, trying to project the majesty of a prince of the Ancient Fairy Clan.

His appearance caused Shanmeng, who had been looking around the room with a gentle smile and curiosity, to lose her smile instantly, until it disappeared completely.

Her turquoise eyes gazed calmly at the boisterous little prince before her.

A thought flashed through my mind: Just as the rumors among the elves say, this little prince of the Ancient Fairy Clan is truly... arrogant and rude.

Xia Tong, standing nearby, took in Kukuru's attitude and Shan Meng's subtle changes in expression.

It's still the same as always.

To be honest, Kukuru is currently so ignorant and incompetent that even Xia An'an, who has just become a Flower Fairy Magician, has more magic power than him.

Xia Tong did not immediately answer Kukuru's question about "qualifications," but instead chuckled softly, a chuckle that revealed no anger.

Anyway, after spending these few days together, Xia Tong had lost interest in Kukuru.

Xia Tong then looked directly at Kukuru with a calm gaze, her voice neither hurried nor slow, but carrying a clear hint of provocation.

"What? Kukuru, do you want to test my qualifications?"

Kukuru was taken aback by this blatant provocation, his eyes widened even more, and an angry look of offense rose on his face.

"you……!"

However, he couldn't bring himself to say what he was going to say next.

because--

"Kukuru! Shut up! That's incredibly rude!"

A suppressed voice came from the side.

Xia An'an took a step forward, and there seemed to be invisible blue veins throbbing on her forehead.

She was clearly angered by Kukuru's terrible attitude towards the Flower Fairy King (who was brought back by her younger brother!), especially at such a crucial time as the search for the Fairy King!

Without even thinking, she swung her right hand out with lightning speed.

"Snapped!"

A crisp, light sound.

Kukuru only managed to let out a short "Wah!" before its small body flew through the air like a badminton shuttlecock.

Then, with a "plop," he collapsed into the soft bedding beside him, leaving only his two legs outside, kicking weakly a few times.

Finally, the world is quiet.

"Seriously! Kukuru, how can you talk to a guest like that!"

Xia An'an withdrew her hand, her face showing apology and embarrassment. She first smiled apologetically at Shan Meng, then turned to Kukuru, who was struggling in the blankets.

"Besides, Xiaotong is my younger brother, so the friends he brings back are my friends too! Be nicer!"

After scolding Kukuru, she composed herself and, with a sincere welcome and lingering surprise, looked formally at Shanmeng.

"I'm sorry, you must have found this amusing."

Xia An'an looked at Shan Meng with bright eyes and said somewhat shyly, "I am Xia An'an, the Flower Fairy Magic Messenger. May I ask who you are...?"

Shanmeng's gaze shifted from the "little meat bun" wriggling in the bedding to Xia An'an.

Xia An'an's sincere apology and clear eyes stood in stark contrast to Kukuru's.

The frost on her face melted away, and a gentle, slightly curious smile returned.

"You're the legendary Flower Fairy Magic Messenger?"

Shanmeng flapped its wings and moved a little closer, sizing up Xia An'an in front of it.

Sure enough, the girl in front of him did have the same pleasant scent as Xia Tong.

Xia An'an felt inexplicably nervous as Shan Meng gazed at her with gentle eyes, and her palms became slightly sweaty.

An An could sense that the Elf King's gaze was gentle, but after all, the being in front of her was a powerful and unfamiliar Flower Fairy Elf King.

However, this is related to the important mission of restoring the Codex of Flowers.

Then An An took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, and her eyes became more determined.

After taking a small step forward, Xia An'an said to Shan Meng solemnly and clearly:

"Um... Miss Ruixiang,"

She chose a polite form of address, "I need to subdue the scattered Flower Fairy Kings and repair the Flower Codex."

Xia An'an paused slightly, organizing her thoughts, her hands unconsciously clenching into fists, but her gaze remained unwavering:

"So...that's why I want to subdue you! Tell me, what do I need to do to gain your approval and make you willing to return to the Codex of Flowers?"

On the other side, inside the blanket, Kukuru finally struggled to pull his head out, his hair a mess, just in time to hear Xia An'an's "declaration".

He widened his eyes, seemingly wanting to say something, but after glancing at Xia Tong, who remained calm beside him, and then at Shan Meng, who seemed to be smiling, he subconsciously swallowed back the retort that was on the tip of his tongue. He just angrily flapped his wings and hovered on the pile of blankets, ready to see how Xia An'an would "bump into a wall".

—In his view, how could the Elf King possibly grant Xia An'an's lighthearted request?

However, Shanmeng's reaction was beyond his expectations.

She did not feel offended or amused by Xia An'an's direct request.

On the contrary, the gentle smile on Shan Meng's face remained unchanged.

Because of Xia An'an's straightforward and sincere question, a hint of warmth appeared in her eyes.

Shan Meng floated gently, slowly circling Xia An'an for half a circle.

"Do you want my approval?"

Shan Meng's voice remained gentle. She tilted her head slightly, her twin ponytails swaying with the movement.

"It's very simple, Xia An'an."

"It's very simple?"

Xia An'an's eyes lit up, and she immediately asked, "What is it? Does it require a battle? Or do I need to complete some kind of test?"

She was mentally prepared to face the tough challenges.

Shan Meng shook her head, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. Her expression reminded Xia An'an of her younger brother's occasional "something fun is about to happen" look.

"None of them."

Shan Meng drifted closer, almost at Xia An'an's eye level, her voice carrying a coaxing gentleness.

"My way of showing approval has always been very simple: let's play a game."

"A game...?"

Xia An'an was stunned, completely unprepared for this answer. Even Kukuru looked surprised.

"Yeah, games."

Shanmeng nodded firmly. "It's a very small and simple game. If you win, I will acknowledge you, be willing to form an alliance with you, and return to the Codex of Flowers."

"What if I lose?"

Xia An'an asked instinctively, her heart racing because of this unexpected development.

"If we lose..."

Shanmeng blinked, her tone as relaxed as if she were discussing the weather, "Then please stay, An'an, and play with me a little longer until I'm satisfied? Or, how about another condition that I can accept? Don't worry, I won't make any unreasonable demands."

This doesn't sound like a serious test concerning the restoration of the Codex of Flowers; it sounds more like a casual agreement between friends.

Xia An'an was completely stunned and looked to Xia Tong for help, who gave her a reassuring look.

After receiving a look from her younger brother, seeing no worry in his eyes, only calm affirmation and a hint of "go ahead and try," Xia An'an's anxiety subsided considerably.

So, Xia An'an looked at Shan Meng again, took a deep breath, and her eyes hardened once more: "Fine! I accept your game!"

Seeing that Xia An'an made up her mind so quickly, Shan Meng's admiration deepened.

She stepped back lightly, gently bringing her hands together in front of her. Golden light emerged from her palms and spread out softly, accompanied by the fragrance of daphne flowers.

Xia An'an looked at the gradually spreading light carrying the fragrance of daphne, took a step forward, gently closed her eyes, and took a sniff.

"Ugh, I'm so sleepy..."

Before Xia An'an could finish speaking, her whisper turned into a muffled murmur.

She felt as if her eyelids were weighed down by a thousand pounds. The strange, sweet fragrance of daphne was not only a pleasure to the sense of smell, but also like a gentle key that directly knocked on the door of her dormant consciousness.

Before she could even react, her body gave up the fight before her consciousness could.

Her head drooped slightly, and her whole body slumped to the side like a puppet with its strings cut.

Xia Tong, who had been keeping a close eye on her condition, stepped forward before Xia An'an completely lost her balance and steadily supported her sister's shoulders, letting her lean against her.

At this moment, Xia An'an's eyes were closed, her breathing was even and long, and she had fallen into a deep sleep. There was even a relaxed smile on her lips.

"An'an!"

Kukuru was terrified at the sight. Forgetting his previous disheveled state and sullenness, he flapped his wings and flew over, his small face filled with panic and anger. He shouted loudly at Shanmeng:

"What did you do to An'an?! Isn't this a game? How could you... This is a sneak attack! It's a despicable tactic!"

He called out as he tried to shake Xia An'an, "Hey! Silly An'an! Wake up!"

Looking at Kukuru's loud and boisterous manner, shouting without asking any questions, Shan Meng's expression, which had softened because of Xia An'an, faded again, and her brows furrowed slightly.

Xia Tong, supporting her sleeping sister, looked up at the anxious and angry Kukuru, a speechless expression of "I knew it" on her face.

He shook his head, then interrupted Kukuru's attempt to shake Xia An'an: "Kukuru, be quiet. Sister is fine."

Kukuru paused, turned and glared at Xia Tong: "Nothing wrong? You can't even wake An'an! You call this nothing wrong?!"

"She had merely entered a dream woven by the Fairy King of Daphne."

Xia Tong patiently explained, although he felt that the explanation might be a little difficult for Kukuru to understand at the moment, "It's like... entering a special level that she needs to complete herself."

He paused, looking at Kukuru's still skeptical and anxious expression, then suddenly a very faint, slightly mischievous smile appeared on his lips, and he added:

"If you're really that worried about your sister, why don't you take a nap and see if you can 'connect' to her online and see for yourself what she's doing in her dreams, or... help her?"

"Online?"

Kukuru paused for a moment at the unfamiliar word, but roughly understood its meaning.

He blinked, a hint of hesitation and conflict flashing across his face.

To let him willingly enter the dream created by the Flower Fairy King, whom he had just met and who had "captured" An'an's "trap"? That sounds a bit risky.

But... looking at An'an's peaceful sleeping face, he really couldn't put his mind at ease.

After hesitating for a few seconds, a mix of responsibility (?) and curiosity took over.

Kukuru flapped its wings sharply, turned around, and flew to Shanmeng. It tried to put on a serious face and adopt a negotiating stance: "Hey! Daphne Flower Fairy King!"

He cleared his throat, his tone slightly toned down, but still commanding, "Since this is a game, then this prince will participate! Let me enter that dream too! I need to make sure An'an... cough, I need to supervise whether the game is fair!"

"Does the Little Prince also want to enter the dream world?"

Shanmeng's voice was still gentle, but upon closer listening, it seemed as if a small thorn was hidden in that gentleness.

"Of course! Hurry..."

Kukuru hadn't finished urging him on.

Shanmeng raised her hand, and with a gentle tap of her slender fingers, a soft, pinkish light gathered at her fingertip, quickly transforming into a round, adorable pink bubble the size of a fist.

"Then, as you wish."

As Shan Meng spoke, she flicked her fingertips lightly.

The pink bubble accelerated instantly, so fast that it left only a faint pink trail in the air before Kukuru could even react—

The bubble hit Kukuru squarely on the forehead, producing an unusually clear impact sound.

The next second, Kukuru was like a little doll that had run out of power; its wings stopped flapping, and it fell softly and straight down.

"Thump."

A slight muffled thud.

Kukuru landed face down on the blanket, his small body bouncing slightly with the elasticity of the mattress before becoming completely still, leaving only the sound of his even, soft breathing.

Shanmeng withdrew her hand, the displeasure on her face caused by Kukuru's noise had dissipated, and she returned to her usual gentle and calm demeanor.

She nodded gently to Xia Tong, as if to say: Now it's quiet.

Then Xia Tong helped her sleeping sister to bed, settled her down, and covered her with a blanket.

That's good. At least now I have some peace and quiet. Also, Kukuru... has finally "gotten his wish" and entered the game.