"It's this one." The Goddess raised her hand, and the prop flew to her palm. She held it gently, feeling it with her heart, then sighed, "If it doesn't get a chance to sprout, over time, it'll die."
Xu Huo frowned, "Can a plant's seed be made into a prop? I dug this out from a player's eye."
The Goddess pinched the transparent bead between two fingers, "It's wrapped in a special material on the outside, so it can transform its shape according to the holder's needs."
"The original owner of this prop isn't dead yet." Xu Huo said. The prop's ownership hasn't been transferred to him.
"Do you want to put it in your eye socket too?" The Goddess's gaze fell on him from every direction.
"I'm not ready to give up my eyes just yet." Xu Huo touched his eyelid, then asked, "Can the seed inside the prop still be planted?"
The Goddess examined him, "Do you want to plant it?"
