"It is said that the little dragon that killed our demon king has been reincarnated as a human, and his name is Zuo Longyuan." Because the love legend between the little dragon cub and Chu Yiwei, the soul from another world, has become a classic after-dinner chat, Hell Ten In the third-level Lishang territory, when Xiao Xiao had nothing to do, he often chatted with Wu Yi about these affairs that had nothing to do with life and death, hoping to relieve his frown, although he felt equally uncomfortable in his heart.
Looking back at Nan Liyue who was sleeping with her eyes closed in the crystal sarcophagus, her eyes that had shed tears long ago were still sore and painful. She once turned her hands to make clouds and made rain, but now her body and soul are separated and will never reincarnate.
"Wu Yi, do you think that if the Demon Lord knew that he would die under the Seven Stars Dragon Abyss at that time, would he still rush to the sky to save Sister Hua desperately?"
"I think when he decided to go to heaven, he had already prepared for the worst."
"Wu Yi, is this love? Does love mean that even if one dies, the other will not survive?"
"It's life and death..."
Xiao Xiao's throat tightened, and her vision became hazy: "But Wu Yi, will Lord Demon Lord wake up?"
"I don't know, Feng Xuan and Lu He have been thinking of a solution, but..." Wu Yi's grief was revealed and uncontrollable, but she still had to hold on to comfort Xiao Xiao, "We must have faith, so that the demon world can have hope of making a comeback. "
Wu Yi wanted to say: However, since Lord Demon Lord died for Qianhua Girl, then if he knew that Qianhua Girl was no longer alive, would he sleep forever like his mother and not want to wake up
However, who would have known that that lucky hedgehog would end his life of ups and downs in such a helpless way? She once worked so hard to change her destiny, even if she couldn't find the cruelty of fate in the end, but since she was destined to be unable to control herself, how could fate let her go and leave her regret for the rest of her life
The clouds pass, the sky is cleansed, the moon is silent, the flowers fall without a trace, Nirvana is a reluctant glance back...
*************************************************** ***************
"Yellow flowers! Plum blossoms! Silkworm flowers! Bean flowers! You are coming soon - she is bleeding from her orifices again -"
In Taoyao Valley, a long and sweet moan echoed endlessly, which was the owner of the valley, Yaoyao, hysterically calling for help.
So the four young girls hurried down from the Baihua tree, the largest ancient tree in the valley, and rushed into the valley owner's bedroom without knocking on the door. They rushed to the bed and started talking:
"What's wrong?"
"what happened again?"
"Are you sick?"
"Are you sick again?"
Yaoyao was dressed in a gorgeous floral robe. The little girl was squirming on the bedside, looking at a pair of pitiful and narrow phoenix eyes. She looked helpless, but he was clearly a handsome man who was not even as handsome as her daughter. She replied shyly. Said: "Isn't it? I just wanted to pick her up and appreciate the purple flower on her cheek, but as soon as I lifted her up...she had blood all over her mouth, nose, ears, and eyes. Never stop!"
After listening to the eloquent words of the Valley Master, Huangmei Broad Bean looked helpless and dripping with cold sweat. While methodically casting spells to stop the bleeding of the man on the bed, they chattered endlessly about their missing owner:
"She hasn't taken shape yet, and the blood in her body is flowing. Don't move it arbitrarily."
"If the Valley Master wants to see the purple flowers on her face, he can just come up to her. Why drag her up?"
"She is so weak that she cannot withstand the torment of the Valley Master."
"Since the Valley Master saved her, don't kill her with your own hands."
The person lying on the mutton-fat white jade bed, covered with only a thin layer of silk gauze, was a lonely ghost picked up by Yaoyao, the owner of Taoyao Valley, when he was wandering out a year ago.
The reason why the Valley Master, who was always obsessed with cleanliness, brought these remnants back was because the crystal-clear soul contained a mixed blue and red water splash. The Valley Master loved flowers like crazy and has been addicted to them ever since. .
However, the owner of the valley never tired of abandoning flowers after only three days, but he has loved this remaining soul for a year now, because the two kinds of brilliance, red and blue, like blood flowing inside the water flower, intertwine and change every day. The colors are diverse. In recent months, as the soul has been slowly nourished into human form, it has melted into a bright purple, blooming enchantingly on the cheeks and cheekbones.
However, the flower has taken shape, but the owner of the flower can only maintain a vague human form. Although the whole body shows the beauty of a woman, it is as transparent as if it were made of water. And every now and then, he will suffer from a disease of bleeding from all the orifices, which seems to be clear and transparent. Inside his body, red blood was flowing continuously, oozing out from his blurred mouth, eyes, nose and ears, and it could not be stopped except by external force.
Therefore, the yellow plum broad bean is the right-hand man of the valley owner, and is often used by him to save his flowers from withering. In the past year, the valley owner has also traveled all over the world to find elixirs that nourish blood and muscle and treat her; fortunately, the valley owner The Lord had single-handedly collected all her souls that had been scattered around the world, and with her own special spiritual energy, it was easy to gather them together. As long as she was strong-willed, the Valley Lord had many ways to shape her body.
Therefore, although the four people from Huangmei Broad Bean cast spells on him from time to time to heal his injuries, and even stayed on the bed day and night without leaving his post, it was really hard work, but if the efforts were rewarded, they would not complain in their hearts, as long as they saw Gu When the Lord is happy, she is also happy. Yaoyao knows in her heart that the four of hers are sensible, and she is extremely satisfied, so she keeps thinking about the bright future in her head: "Plum blossoms, silkworm flowers, yellow flowers, bean blossoms, wait until she is good enough to be with us." Now that she can live freely and freely, we will have another family member in Taoyao Valley! What do you think we should name her?"
"Since she was saved by the Valley Master, the Valley Master can make his own decision."
"Yes, I think the name of the valley owner cannot escape the word 'flower'. Look at me, who in the valley is not a flower?"
As they said this, the four Huangmei Broad Bean people also laughed at themselves. The yellow flower was originally a day lily, feeling sorry for itself; the plum blossom was originally a plum blossom, best at singing and dancing; the silkworm flower was a silk moth, but it could not fly; and the bean flower was actually a silkworm moth, but it could not fly. A tofu flower, good at cooking; just like their valley owner, they are both monsters wandering around the mortal world, playing in the human world.
But Yaoyao felt aggrieved when they spoke like this: "Are you kidding me for not being creative in my name?"
"The owner of the valley is worried too much, we don't mean it."
"Yes, no matter what name the Valley Master gives her, it will be her honor, and we can accept it happily!"
Hearing this, Yaoyao was happy again, but she quickly regained her composure and solemnly decided as follows: "Okay, from now on, she will be called 'Morning Flower'!"
As soon as the words came out, the four Huangmei Broad Beans almost fell down without responding:
"No way? It sounds so ugly!"
"How can the Valley Master feel embarrassed when he asks her to introduce herself in the future?"
When Yaoyao heard this, it made sense. The petunia on the bed looked at her current figure. She would be a charmer in the future. How could she call it such a clichéd name? So she tilted her head and thought about it for a while. With a serious face, he made a solemn decision: "Then let's call it 'Morning Glory'!" (To be continued)