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

Chapter 321 Little Grass is a member of the Grass Clan

Marshal Colin's mental strength level is 3S, and neither the Federation nor the various Empires have any guides, openly or secretly, who can help him sort out his mental sea.

In addition, having fought on the front lines for many years, his mental state was already in complete disarray.

For years, I've relied on the unexpected wood block and my own strong willpower to suppress my emotions. I never expected that this bite of fruit would be so much more effective than the wood block.

The little immortal grass person who was dozing on the potato leaves opened his eyes alertly and saw a young man dressed like Hoggin walking towards the castle.

He lay back down on his cassava leaf bed to bask in the sun.

After realizing the fruit's special properties, Marshal Colin sent a message to Lang Yingxing: "Buy fruit from outside the city."

"Buy as much as you have."

Lang Yingxing, who had just stepped through the city gate: "..."

"Is their marshal out there stealing other people's fruit?"

The idea popped uncontrollably into Lang Yingxing's mind.

Believe it or not, this is exactly the kind of thing their marshal would do.

Zero followed the information source and infiltrated Holland's quantum computer.

Ash caught him red-handed as soon as he broke in.

Cassava plantation

Marshal Colin had just pulled out a cassava plant when it was discovered by the Immortal Grass Man.

"Uncle Sang, the fruits next to the grass are big, come over and pick them."

The immortal grass little man mumbled something with his eyes closed.

Marshal Colin put the cassava, roots and fruit, into his spatial storage.

Only then did he slowly walk towards the direction from which the sound came.

"Here, here," the soft, sweet voice continued.

Marshal Colin easily grabbed the palm-sized figure sleeping on the leaf.

The immortal grass miniature opened its eyes with a blank expression, staring at Marshal Colin.

It has face blindness.

Except for the master.

In its eyes, all humans are pretty much the same.

"Uncle Sang, why did you pick up the little grass?" The immortal grass little man blinked his bright green eyes and tilted his head to ask.

Colin raised an eyebrow. "You can see me?"

The little immortal grass figure nodded, "Mhm."

Marshal Colin: "Little Grass?"

The immortal grass figure continued to nod.

Marshal Colin: "Why are you so small?"

The little immortal grass person chuckled, "Master likes it, likes Master."

Marshal Colin: "It has an owner?"

The little immortal grass figure waved its tiny arms and legs and shouted happily, "Master, Master, I love Master!"

Marshal Colin: "......"

Marshal Colin, unusually intrigued, changed the subject, asking, "Can it grow up?"

The little immortal grass figure nodded. "Sure."

As soon as he finished speaking, he transformed into the appearance of a 1.78-meter-tall boy.

He was still wearing a light green outer robe.

He crouched in Marshal Colin's palm and tilted his head to look at him.

Marshal Colin felt that there was no increase in weight in his hands, and his expression became increasingly surprised.

"How come you're so light? It's like you have no weight at all!"

What race are you?

Marshal Colin avoided Xiaocao's clear, watery gaze and continued to probe for information.

Little Grass: "Little Grass belongs to the Grass Clan."

"The grass can control its own weight. If the grass is too heavy, you won't be able to lift it."

Marshal Colin: "......"

Marshal Colin: "Then why don't you try giving me one?"

The little grass nodded. "I'm going to increase the intensity, so be careful."

Xiao Cao thoughtfully offered a reminder, her voice no longer soft and sweet like a child's, but clear and gentle like a young boy's.

Marshal Colin was quite confident in his ability to lift hundreds or thousands of pounds with one hand.

He didn't heed Xiaocao's warning.

The little grass happily added a tiny bit of weight.

Marshal Colin immediately sensed something was wrong.

The next instant, a crisp cracking sound rang out; a muscle was strained and a hand bone was broken.

Marshal Colin's body could not withstand the immense weight and he fell backward.