Hange raised his head suddenly and looked intently. The person who walked out of the painting was none other than Huahua, and it was Huahua who looked like five hundred years ago!
Hange felt his head getting heavier and heavier, but he was sure that what he saw was not an illusion.
At that time, she had walked to her side and sat down slowly, Shi Shiran smiled: "Hange..."
"Huahua?" Hange frowned, unable to speak and feeling weak all over, "Why did you change back to this look?"
"Because I still like this face better."
"But this face is not yours after all."
"It doesn't matter who it belongs to. If it grows on my face, Luo Qianhua, it belongs to me."
Hange looked around and saw no one else except her. He couldn't help but be confused: "Didn't you go to the back mountain? Why are you here at East Street too?"
"There is nothing strange in the back mountain, so I came to find you."
"Huahua, did you bring nectar?"
"nectar?"
"Yes, you promised to feed me nectar after completing my mission. Now that everything is safe in East Street, I have lived up to my expectations. You won't break your promise, right?"
"Oh..." Qianhua smiled lightly and suddenly realized, "How could it be? Of course I remember, I brought you the sweetest nectar." Yan Bi took out an exquisite glass bottle from his arms and handed it to Hange, Yanran smile.
Hange chuckled and reached out to take it. When he raised his eyes, he found Qianhua's smile frozen on the corner of his lips. At that time, he was looking at the door of the flower building with a fierce look.
Hange saw this and looked away, but he saw a figure falling at the door. Although there was no light behind him, he could still see it clearly. Another Huahua!
Hange was shocked. He lifted up from the couch with his weak body, then turned his head to look at this and that, confused: "Why... why are there two Huahua? In the end... who is me?" Huahua?"
At that time, he had lost his vigorous spirit and bad temper. He could only stumble around in a daze. His whole body was so weak that he seemed to be unable to stand firmly. His head was drooping and his consciousness was confused. The flowers around him were Luo Qian's figure, and the one at the door was. Huahua is Li Shang's appearance. Both Huahua are no strangers to Han Ge, but who is Luo Qianhua? At the moment, Han Ge seems to be confused, so he asks Qianhua next to him: "Are you really ? Then who is she? "
"Yes, I'm serious. She was sent from heaven to pretend to be me to seduce you! Go kill her, go kill her for me, Hange!" Qianhua shouted hoarsely, urging Hange to deal with Qianhua at the door.
Qianhua, who was at the door, had a sneer on her lips, and said mockingly and disdainfully: "The majestic Luo Qian Flower God, when did you need to use such despicable methods to deal with my pitiful little hedgehog?"
"What nonsense! How dare you pretend to be me and slander me!"
"It's a slander, it's an exposure. Change your true form and show me. If you can become a real hedgehog, I, Luo Qianhua, will kneel down and give you three cracks and call you grandma!"
"You..." Luo Qian, the "Luo Qianhua" who was beside Hange at that time, finally couldn't pretend anymore and showed an angry and hateful expression. Seeing Qianhua approaching the threshold and trying to get closer, she grabbed the languid Tan Tan who was about to collapse. Mu Mu clamped his hand and threatened: "Guijun has been hit by my cartilage powder. If you want to save him, just kill yourself and show me!"
Qianhua rolled her eyes and looked at the sky speechlessly: "Are you crazy about wanting me to die? How could I die for a fool who couldn't resist the temptation of the fragrance of flowers and fell for your poisonous trick?"
This idiot refers to Hange of course.
Hange heard the pain in his ears and felt pain in his heart. He flattened his mouth, but seemed to be unable to argue. He felt a cold dagger pressed against his neck. He did not dare to move rashly, but slowly raised his arm and pinched it. Holding the dagger on her slender wrist, she spoke desolately and sadly: "Huahua, Huahua, don't you know that I, Hange, don't like sweets, so what I asked you to feed me before was meat instead of nectar?"
The question was so soft, but Luo Qian raised an eyebrow: "You... what do you mean?"
"The meaning is very simple..." Hange's five fingers clasped Luo Qian's wrist suddenly tightened, and his tone was not as weak as if he had been hit by cartilage powder, but clearly contained a touch of ridicule and sneer, "I already knew you were not me. The flowers! So the moment you walked out of the painting, I held my breath and did not smell the slightest scent of flowers."
"You..." Luo Qian was shocked and wanted to let go, but was already held tightly by him, unable to move.
Hange laughed: "Hey hey hey, how good are my acting skills, Huahua?"
When he said "Huahua", he was naturally Luo Qianhua, who was walking leisurely from the door: "It's a bit pretentious to pretend to be weak, I barely give you eight points!"
In a head-to-head encounter, Luo Qian was no match for Ghost Lord, so after being looked down upon by Qianhua, Hange poured out all his depression on Luo Qian and wrapped her into a flowery rice dumpling.
Luo Qian loves beauty the most in her life. It is really a great insult to be tied up in such an ugly way and about to be carried to the street by Hange. She lowered her head with an angry look on her face and asked Qianhua through gritted teeth: "What do you want to do?"
Qianhua smiled bitterly: "I would like to ask Your Majesty the Queen of Heaven, what do you want to do by turning into a beauty in a painting to seduce the ghost king?" Her eyes turned cunning, and the bitter smile turned into ridicule, "Suppose I send you to the sea of hopelessness now. After proclaiming to the world that you, Luo Qian Flower God and Tianjun, shamelessly went to the Demon Realm Castle to seduce the Ghost Lord and bully the hedgehog, I don’t know what everyone will think of you, and I don’t know what Mo Yunye will think of you! "
Mo Yunye was her pain point in the past, but now it is her pain point, Luo Qianhua Goddess. When Qianhua said this, she felt three parts happy and seven parts sad. She lamented that she was already dead, so why bother? Rebirth
If she had not given birth, maybe Mo Yunye would still remember her for the rest of his life, thinking about her day and night. It would be better than what he is now. Even if he didn't miss her, he wouldn't want to forget her...
Qianhua didn't hate her, but sympathized with her and pitied her, a feeling that was even more humble than hatred. He looked at her lightly, but there were deep marks in his eyes. This face was just a face after all. It was reflected in her back then. There was no such mean expression on his face, let alone such insincere and embarrassing words: "You are so despicable!"
Qianhua's lips twitched and she wanted to smile but couldn't. She had never been despicable. Even if she was despicable, she was forced to do so. However, she, the flower god Luo Qian, had no need to condescend to a lower level to use this trick on her. Qianhua did not hate her for being hostile. However, she is angry that she should not attack Hange. Hange is the most innocent. He can completely break away from everything and guard his ghost world without caring about anything. He is not someone she, Luo Qian Flower God, has the qualifications to use or even bewitch. !
In this case, Qianhua straightened up, looked at Luo Qian again, looked at Hange with a smile and asked for his opinion: "You tell me how to deal with it, I will definitely do it!" (To be continued)