"Have the people in the demon world ever made things difficult for you?" Donghuang Xingjun couldn't express his gratitude to Mo Yunye for his heroic deeds of going to danger alone to rescue his daughter, so he hurriedly walked to Luo Qianhua and asked, his former cold and solemn tone Father, my son is very amiable now.
"No, no, they all treat me well. Except for the arrogant Kuangze and the ulterior Yao Fang, Demon Lord Nan Liyue is actually very ambiguous to me... Hehehe!" Luo Qianhua's first reaction was Just like this, he answered fluently, and he knew in his heart that Nan Liyue's ambiguity originated from the deep and shallow love thousands of years ago. However, the speaker had no intention of listening, and the listener had intentions. Mo Yunye suddenly looked back, and the coldness in his eyes was stronger than Nan Liyue's. Ghastly wolf eyes.
So the laughter of "haha" suddenly stopped, Luo Qianhua took Huangfu Yaruo's arm, said goodbye to the sun god respectfully, and then took the opportunity to run away, leaving Mo Yunye alone with his wild thoughts. Go sentimental.
It is true that Mo Yunye was so worried that he would definitely go to Qianhua sooner or later to find out what happened.
Luo Qianhua didn't expect him to be in such a hurry, so he sent Lingxi over the next morning and asked Luo Qianhua to go to Fengluan Pavilion to enjoy the flowers.
Fengluan Pavilion is a flying pavilion in the clouds. The pavilion flies in the sky like a phoenix spreading its wings. When you sit by the window and lean on the railing, you can see the flowing clouds and flowing water and the dancing phoenixes. On weekdays, it is a private place where Mo Yunye can be alone and comfortable, even with the accompanying spirit. Xi was unable to enter the pavilion, but now he brought Luo Qianhua to Fengluan Pavilion.
Before flying into the clouds, Qianhua didn't know what flowers were available in Fengluan Pavilion. There was no soil or water in the high sky, so what if it was a fairy pavilion? Flowers nourished by spiritual power are not as beautiful as the plants and trees that are naturally nourished by the essence of the sun and the moon. Just like Luo Qianhua, a little hedgehog that is naturally nourished by the essence of the sun and the moon, it is also much more lively than the pets in the hands of immortals. Thinking of this , Luo Qianhua had a smile on her lips, but after seeing the sea of flowers in the pavilion, she was so shocked that she couldn't speak: "Wow, wow, wow, it's not true! How can these flowers be more bold than those in the Imperial Garden of Heaven?" ?”
"Audacious?" Mo Yunye showed great interest in this word. He looked at the thousands of falling flowers with a smile, his eyes were full of wind and dew, the wind was gentle wind and the dew was nectar.
Luo Qianhua was slightly startled, then smiled bitterly: "What I mean is, how can they be more charming and charming than those flowers?"
Fengluan Pavilion is not big, with simple tables and chairs, and single and thin curtains. But the pillars, cornices, silver cups and jade cups are either wrapped with peonies and peonies, or carved with narcissus and magnolia. The mountains and seas of flowers are dazzling, enchanting and elegant, but not too gaudy. Seeing thousands of flowers makes me feel relaxed and happy.
"Thousands of years ago, Immortal Luo Qian passed away, and the flowers and trees in the heaven withered overnight. I tried my best to save them, but I could only collect seventeen seeds, and Fengluan Pavilion..." Mo Yunye smiled while holding the flowers, but he smiled wryly at himself, "That's why. Seventeen seeds have been cultivated by me for a thousand years."
Luo Qianhua was slightly startled. She had already expected that Mo Yunye must have unresolved feelings for the flower god Luo Qian, but she insisted on asking for trouble. Now that she heard this, she was not necessarily happy, but she seemed to be worried. Annoyed, seven points sour.
Jealous? !
Shocked to realize that she was actually feeling jealous at this moment, Luo Qianhua's face suddenly turned a gorgeous red. She hurriedly rushed to the table, picked up the wine bottle and drank heavily, and then... vomited again!
"What kind of terrible wine is this?" He wiped the remaining wine stains from the corner of his mouth, showing a hundred thousand disgust and disgust, as if he had been forced to drink by others, or it was the worst kind of bad wine. Qianhua frowned and her complexion gradually turned pale. (To be continued)