This child was really clueless. Not only did he soil Qianhua's clothes, but he also used the wrong title in a very rude manner!
So after being frozen for a long time, Qianhua's first mournful question when she came back to her senses was: "Am I that old?"
On the other side, Mo Yunye finally couldn't help laughing, covering his mouth and laughing softly.
"Go, go, go! Sister, I don't have any candy for you." She could have turned a lot of candies with her hands, but because the little kid was really ignorant, and Mo Yunye was so shameless that she smiled so coquettishly alone, Qianhua felt depressed. , he frowned and pushed away something small that was clinging to him.
At that time, the waiter in the shop had already rushed over to greet him. He saw a ragged little beggar entangled with two distinguished guests who were as distinguished as immortals. He immediately bowed his head and laughed in apology. At the same time, he hurriedly picked up the little beggar Dayou. The posture of throwing it directly out the door...
"Wait a minute!" Qianhua was suddenly startled, then stood up and left her seat and rushed towards the little kid.
However, the waiter's movements were really fast. Before Qianhua's claws had time to pull back the kid's pigtails, he was already thrown out of the door by the waiter with a strong wave of his hand.
At that moment, Qianhua forgot to perform the spell. Although she promised Mo Yunye not to abuse her spiritual power before going down to the lower world, but the situation was urgent, she really couldn't care about that much. She passed through the waiter's side like the wind, and the waiter was shocked. While dumbfounded, Qianhua had already rushed to the street.
But seeing the little brat being thrown out, Qianhua looked around, looking for him, but she didn't see him again when the bustling clouds of traffic obscured her eyes.
"What's going on?" Mo Yunye walked out of the teahouse. When he saw Qianhua being anxious, he frowned slightly and asked, calmly and elegantly without losing his grace.
"I... I lost something, maybe that kid robbed it!" Qianhua was very anxious, but she didn't mean to answer. She was evasive just because Mo Yunye didn't know what the thing was, and Qianhua was afraid to say it out loud. He misunderstood that being jealous was not good.
"What exactly was lost?" Mo Yunye felt that Qianhua had never had anything valuable on him. If it was a sacred object, he could just summon it back, so there was no need to be so anxious.
"A string of hyacinths."
"Where did it come from?"
"My father gave it to me." How could it be said that it was given by Hange? Qianhua secretly thought: If she had told him honestly, I'm afraid that no matter how gentle and tolerant Mo Yunye was, he would not be able to maintain his clear and clear features.
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Hyacinthus, a string of faint blue, exquisite and clear. Although Qianhua refused in every possible way when Hange entrusted Yansi to give to him, he gradually became accustomed to using this faint blue like the blood-colored southern Li moon to match his sky water. The lake blue brocade gauze skirt is still wrapped around my wrist unknowingly.
Xu was a beggar who was a habitual thief and caught the little kid who appeared out of nowhere. When Qianhua realized that his wrists were empty, the waiter cooperated and threw the little thief out the door.
Now Qianhua is standing on the crowded street, suddenly unable to bear the glitz of the world's disputes. She is lost in the hustle and bustle of traffic and can't tell the direction. How can she still have a clear mind to catch the thief
When I was in the sky, I was tired of the clouds being light and the wind being light. Now that I have really driven away the wind and driven away the clouds, I realize that only the light clouds and the wind are light, which is suitable for myself who is burdened with thorns but only knows how to defend but not how to counterattack.
So I ran aimlessly in one direction. I couldn't let an ordinary person take advantage of my majestic future queen.
Mo Yunye watched Qianhua disappear at the end of the street, a glimmer of suspicion flashed across his clear eyes, and then walked in the opposite direction.
She didn't call back Qianhua Yiyi because she didn't want Qianhua to know what she had discovered: the thief who dared to steal her belongings was definitely not an ordinary person!
Admittedly, Mo Yunye never expected that Qianhua would be targeted by some unscrupulous people just before entering the lower realm, thus ruining Qianhua's good mood of having fun. Therefore, he felt dissatisfied and narrowed his deep pupils with a flash of cruelty.
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Walking from the noisy downtown to the countryside outside the city, although Mo Yunye never lost sight of his figure, his steps were very fast, and he walked on the grass as fast as flying. All he saw along the way were more and more luxuriant and exotic flowers, all over the mountains and fields, and they were so beautiful.
But there were no passers-by around, and it was originally a wilderness and wild forest, but at that time, flowers were blooming everywhere. Mo Yunye knew without thinking: There was no one in the world who loved flowers more than the flower god, except the demon fox Fengyao.
And if it is really Fengyao, then he has a motive for snatching the hyacinth from Qianhua's wrist - Fengya loves flowers like crazy, even if it is the lotus under the Buddha's seat in Lingshan, as long as he likes it, he will still seize it by force and deceive him. Come on, if you don't get it, you will suffer for a day, if you don't get it for ten thousand years, you will suffer for ten thousand years, rack your brains and rack your brains until you get it; but once you get it, you won't be able to put it down, and you will play with it all day long, but Every time after three dynasties, he would be completely bored, and then return the jade intact to Zhao. As if nothing had happened, he would continue to look for the next target!
So this time he fell in love with Qianhua's Hyacinth. Even if Qianhua refuses and uses magic to stop him, he can't prevent him for a while. In the next hundreds of thousands of years, as long as he is still alive and as long as Hyacinth is still alive, If he doesn't get it, he will definitely struggle with it until he gets it!
This kind of perseverance and endurance is something that everyone within and outside the Four Realms admires to the point of admiration!
Therefore, regardless of the gods, Buddhas and monsters, those who knew his name Fengyao, as long as they wore flowers on their bodies or accidentally planted flowers at home and were attracted by him, almost all suffered from him. Those who did not know his name Fengyao still wore flowers on their bodies. Flowers and flowers planted at home were unfortunately his favorites, and none of them were spared.
When Luo Qian was still there, all the flowers in the world were under her control. Every time Feng Yao asked for something, Luo Qian tried his best to satisfy him. They had lived in peace for thousands of years, which showed that Luo Qian doted on him.
Even so, this Fengyao is still an out-and-out scourge. He loves flowers like crazy and loves all flowers, just for fear that the world will not be in chaos.
However, he is so abominable, yet he is able to move around in the four realms like a fish in water, and has not been eliminated so far. This is because even though he is just an insignificant monster, in this world where monsters and monsters have no place, even though he is better than a god , ghosts, demons, and humans are all humble and lowly, but they control the gangs and sects scattered everywhere, and have a highly respected reputation and influence. They use the human world, a pure land where gods and demons disdain to interfere, to create a world. !
Even if the monsters and monsters wander around the world and are not unified, staying safe and enjoying peace, it does not mean that this considerable group of miscellaneous races will not rise up and gather in response after being offended by their boss. No one can bear this responsibility, so they might as well indulge Fengyao's love for flowers and go crazy.
At the moment, Mo Yunye slowed down his pace, and his snow-white gold-patterned dragon boots stepped lightly on the soft floral flowers on the ground. The slight rubbing sound stirred up hesitant thoughts in his heart: Should he get back the hyacinth? (To be continued)