He's a minor cannon fodder character who transmigrates into a novel and cultivates immortality,

Chapter 322 Herbs Heal Wounds

Seeing that something was wrong, the little grass quickly floated into the air.

Green light emanated from his body, enveloping Marshal Colin.

Marshal Colin's heart skipped a beat as he looked at the boy with his short green hair flying in the wind and a worried expression on his face.

In the blink of an eye, the injured arm had fully recovered.

A pure, cool sensation entered Marshal Colin's mental sea with a gentle yet irresistible force. A few breaths later, the problem in Marshal Colin's mental sea was completely resolved, and his mental strength broke through once again.

Little Grass crouched down in mid-air and reached out to push Marshal Colin, who was lying on the ground. "Are you alright? Can you please not tell Master?"

Marshal Colin looked at the handsome young man with a complicated expression and asked in a hoarse voice, "Are you the guide?"

"How could anyone take such a brilliant and talented person as a servant? It's outrageous!" Marshal Colin narrowed his eyes slightly, pondering how to teach that shameless scoundrel a lesson.

"Little Grass, what happened?" A clear and reassuring voice rang out.

It contains an ineffable mystery.

The little grass immediately shrank back to the size of a palm and pounced on Xiao Xuan.

Marshal Colin sat up abruptly, and a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy in a white robe suddenly came into view.

He was a boy who defied description.

With snow-white hair and silver eyes, and skin as smooth as ice and bones as fine as jade, every move she made was mysterious and unattainable, making people forget the mundane world upon seeing her.

At the same time, it also makes one feel an involuntary sense of shame and inferiority.

"Master, Master, Little Grass accidentally hurt him, but he's healed now."

"Master, please don't be angry with the little grass, okay?" The timid and aggrieved voice of the immortal grass person rang out.

Upon hearing Xiaocao's voice, Marshal Colin belatedly came to his senses and explained, "It has nothing to do with Xiaocao; it was my own overconfidence."

Marshal Colin spoke frankly, recalling the terrified face of the little grass in his mind, a warm feeling washing over him. "I should be the one thanking him."

Xiao Xuan nodded and softly replied, "Mm."

"Little grass, don't be afraid, it's all over now." Xiao Xuan looked at the little immortal grass figure with its face scrunched up and comforted it gently.

He placed the immortal grass doll on his shoulder.

Then he looked at Marshal Colin and said, "I'm sorry, Little Grass is naive and didn't mean to hurt you."

"Marshal Colin." Holland's voice rang out behind Xiao Xuan.

Marshal Colin withdrew his gaze from the immortal grass figurine and resumed his nonchalant demeanor. "Admiral Holland, we meet again."

"Won't you invite me in for a seat?"

"Perhaps there is a deal we can discuss."

Holland: "Please."

Marshal Colin couldn't resist any longer. As he passed by Xiao Xuan, he reached out and grabbed the little immortal grass figure that was perched on Xiao Xuan's shoulder, sticking out its little bottom and doing something.

The immortal grass little man seemed not to have reacted yet, picked up Colin's finger and kissed it.

The little guy in my palm has such plump, soft lips; kissing his fingertips is so warm—it's Marshal Colin.

A taste I've never experienced before.

In the castle

Lang Yingxing wore a professional smile. "Long time no see, Lord Hawthorne."

"This must be young master Hoggin, indeed young and handsome."

Hawthorne: "..."

"This guy is shameless. They've never even seen him before. By the way, who is this person?"

Hawthorne greeted him with a polite smile, "Please sit down."

He glanced subtly at Hoggin, signaling him to inform Hollande.