"It's a sunny and windy day. If you don't plant flowers, why are you wandering here?"
"I came to you specially to discuss something!" Luo Qianhua stood up and faced Mo Yunye's smile as light as the warm wind seriously.
"Can't bear the flowers?" But before Luo Qianhua could tell the reason why she was here, Mo Yunye could see her embarrassment at a glance.
So Luo Qianhua could only nod seriously: "This deal is not easy to make, let's change it? That land is really mysterious, even..."
"Even Ghost Lord's spiritual power is not enough to maintain a living sunflower?" When Qianhua hesitated, Mo Yunye once again guessed her thoughts and asked slowly with a smile.
Being seen through and speechless many times, Qianhua felt very embarrassed. She pursed her lips and said angrily: "You knew I wouldn't be able to complete this shit even if I died, but you deliberately offered such attractive conditions to lure her." Did I get fooled?"
Mo Yunye's smile faded away, and the slightly raised corners of his lips pursed into a gentle line, but his watery eyes passed through ripples of unknown meaning: "I just want to give it a try..." Try what's underneath this ordinary mask. That moment seemed like an unparalleled splendor from another life. Is there a miracle from another life that can lead to Nirvana as promised in this life
But, no!
A thousand fallen flowers cannot bear a single tiny flower. In the past two days, Mo Yunye could see clearly.
"What are you trying? Are you trying me? Do you think I am an elf who can grow flowers?" Luo Qianhua asked urgently, "Now that I can't grow flowers, are you disappointed?"
Luo Qianhua couldn't ignore the disappointment in Mo Yunye's eyes.
However, he raised his eyes and returned to his usual gentleness. He smiled and said, "It doesn't matter, just continue to guard the garden."
"Then do I have no chance to see the true face of your sweetheart?"
"Is that what you want to see?" Mo Yunye was about to walk towards the Tianshan Hall. Hearing this impatient complaint, he had to stop and turn around to ask.
Luo Qianhua nodded heavily again, and then threw out a series of unconscious troubles: "Don't ask me why, I don't know why, I just scratch my head and feel uncomfortable, want to see it hysterically, pursue it frantically, please, Just give me a look, okay?"
Mo Yunye frowned, and his questioning eyes turned cold and softened: "A person who can't grow flowers has no right to look at her."
Luo Qianhua was startled, and was hit hard. Although his tone was not serious, but his power was contained in his calm words. He knew that continuing to argue would be detrimental to his foothold in the heaven, so he had to endure the resentment that he wanted to argue and roar, and stayed in place silently. , lowered his head to look at the hem of his skirt, ignoring the person in front of him.
Mo Yunye's original intention was to comfort the Five Zang Temple, but now that he had rejected the lingering Luo Qianhua, he should have walked away with peace of mind. However, his figure froze inexplicably, and he felt uncomfortable with every step he took, and finally gave in. Looking back, he softened his tone and comforted softly: "If you pay more attention, you might be able to see Luo Qian's face in another place in Baiyuan Garden."
"Where?" Qianhua raised her eyes, her eyes sparkling.
Mo Yunye was slightly startled: Does this make her satisfied? A little hedgehog from an isolated island still has too little to fill his heart.
"Where, of course I can't tell you." These were the last words Mo Yunye left before leaving. (To be continued)