Ye Ruo leaned against a fence, marveling at his newfound wealth.
Mora flowed faster now than his old Knights of Favonius days.
He pictured Mona, raking in riches with her talents.
Skill bred coin—popularity was its own currency.
Now flush, he could splurge on books priced at a steep 990,000 Mora.
Teyvat's economy defied his past life's logic—apples to oranges.
No point comparing; this world danced to its own tune.
He waved to Noelle, a grin tugging his lips.
"Little Noelle, grab some flowerpots—part of your training," he called.
She bobbed her head, ever dutiful, and scurried over.
"Yes, Senior!" she chirped, hefting the pots with care.
They hauled them to his new sprawling yard, sunlight spilling wide.
This plot dwarfed his old three combined—a proper canvas.
Noelle's brow furrowed as she eyed the strange plants.
Mondstadt's flora—dandelions, windwheels, Cecilia—she knew well.
These? Alien, vibrant, and utterly unfamiliar.
Where had Ye Ruo unearthed such oddities?
She cradled a green melon, basin-sized and lumpy.
It stared back—eyes glinting, expression smug and haughty.
Alive, it pulsed with a vibe that screamed trouble.
No roots anchored it—just a floating, prickly orb.
Grass elemental power thrummed within, thick and wild.
"Senior, are these elemental plants?" she ventured.
She wasn't green anymore—elemental life was old news.
Teyvat brimmed with it—slimes from ore, wisps from air.
Some turned feral, menaces born of raw energy.
Plants soaked it up too—scholars dubbed them elemental flora.
Deception flowers topped that list, cunning and evolved.
Ye Ruo turned, ready to unravel the mystery for her.
A curious voice piped up, cutting through the quiet.
"Wow, what a bizarre elemental plant—never seen this!" it exclaimed.
"Purple, toothy maw—those chompers look fierce," it added.
"Fire elements swirling—bet it's got a temper," it mused.
Ye Ruo's warning sliced in, sharp and swift.
"Watch out—it bites," he said, voice calm but firm.
Wendy froze, head tilting in confusion.
He glanced at Ye Ruo, a question in his green eyes.
A gust roared behind him, fierce and sudden.
His face paled—he ducked, wind aiding his dodge.
The purple flower lunged, jaws snapping at his skull.
Its maw gaped wide, a guillotine of jagged teeth.
One bite could've claimed a head—grisly and final.
A magical girl's fate flashed in mind—headless by a similar beast.
Wendy, no mere mortal, danced light as a breeze.
He twirled, evading the flower's relentless pursuit.
Distance grew—he landed, panting but safe.
Ye Ruo strolled over, authority in his stance.
"Enough, settle down," he ordered the plant.
It obeyed, shrinking back into its pot, serene once more.
Wendy swiped his brow, feigning a dramatic shudder.
"That was close—nearly lost my head," he whined.
"Wind Knight, this pet's a hazard in town," he teased.
"My fragile bard's heart needs soothing—say, a bottle of wine?" he grinned.
Ye Ruo chuckled, the plea too absurd to resist.
"Relax, it's tame unless provoked," he assured.
"Attacks mean malice—or it senses a growth boost," he explained.
"When it can't resist a meal, it lunges," he added.
"So, what's your deal?" he asked, tone playful.
Wendy's smile stiffened, a flicker of guilt surfacing.
The flower still eyed him, hunger glinting in its stare.
Did Ye Ruo know—had he sniffed out his secret?
Ye Ruo pivoted, brushing off the tension.
"Kidding—here's your bribe, finest dandelion wine," he said.
A bottle soared from the house, wind guiding it true.
Wendy snatched it, glee wiping away his nerves.
"Hey, don't mind if I do!" he chirped, cradling it.
He beamed like a kid with candy—an alcoholic's joy.
Mondstadt teemed with such souls—booze was life.
The plants—melon and flower—came from Ye Ruo's draws.
Big Mouth Flower: a mutated marvel from another world.
In Plants vs. Zombies, it gulped undead in one snap.
Teyvat's elements warped it, birthing a fiercer breed.
It drank fire, growing stronger with each spark.
Mature, it could morph—a flame dragon spewing heat.
Fire Dragon Flower might suit it then, he mused.
The system hummed, Ye Ruo's fame a quiet wind.
His garden grew wild—Mondstadt watched in wonder.
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