"It's a pity that this year's event is a Heroes Conference instead of a Flower Drunkenness Conference." The young woman in a white shirt stretched out her right hand and gently touched the only remaining rose in the store, saying softly, "Fortunately, it seems that some distinguished guests came to the Chunshui River tonight, so they were all sold out. However, will this last and most special one find its owner today?" The woman smiled softly, walked to the window and poured herself a cup of scented tea.
This flower shop is located in the least conspicuous location on Songlu Street in Xuanwei City. It has a name that sounds a bit weird, "Hua Sha". However, flower shops are suitable for quiet corners. In addition, the female boss who looks after the flower shop is beautiful and gentle, so the flowers in the shop are never out of stock.
"Meow." A big orange cat walked to the woman's feet and called lazily.
"Don't worry." The woman smiled and narrowed her eyes. She squatted down and gently stroked the cat's back. She looked at the sky outside and said, "The guests who are supposed to come will eventually come."
As if in response to the woman's words, a man in a white robe fell from the sky and stood in front of the woman.
"A guest is here." The woman walked to the table and gently poured a cup of scented tea. "Come in."
The man lowered his head slightly and stepped in.
"I'm Flower Ghost, the owner of this shop." The woman said with a smile, "The customer who buys the last flower in the shop every day can become our real customer."
"My name is Bai Long, and I come from Fu Sheng Zui Meng Lou." The man said slowly, "I believe you have received the letter written by the owner of the building."
The woman took a sip of tea and said, "Of course it is Bailong. It must be from Fu Sheng Zuimeng Tower. Otherwise, this rose would not have survived until now." The woman waved her hand lightly and threw the rose away.
Qiangwei approached the man directly, with murderous intent bursting out instantly.
It's more like a hidden weapon than a flower.
Bai Long frowned slightly, stretched out his hand, directly dissipated the momentum, and easily caught the rose.
"Even if you are a distinguished guest of Fu Sheng Zui Meng Lou, the proper ceremony must be followed." The woman turned sideways and bowed, "Welcome to our distinguished guest. So which flower do you want to kill someone for you? Do you want a rose that is as fragile and sharp as the flower in your hand, or a peony that is the strongest and most majestic, or a mandragora that is the most beautiful but most dangerous, or a cold and noble lotus? Different flowers can kill different people, and of course, the silver required is also different."
"I want them all." Bai Long said in a deep voice, "All the flowers in this store must bloom on that day."
The woman was stunned, and her expression gradually became serious: "You want them all? Do you know what this means?"
Bai Long took out a golden paper note from his arms and placed it on the table: "This is a gold note that can be exchanged for four countries, worth 50,000 taels."
The woman looked down at the gold voucher and was not in a hurry to take it: "Fusheng Zuimenglou knows the price very well. Fifty thousand taels is indeed enough. But if you want all of us, it means that after this order, Xuanwei City will no longer have a place for us."
Bai Long took out another house deed from his arms and placed it on the table: "This is the house deed of Huai'an City. This house is located in the best area of Huai'an City. It is enough for you to open a bigger flower shop. If you don't like it, you can sell it and move to another place."
"What do you think?" the woman suddenly asked, but it was clear that there were only her and Bai Long in the room.
After a long time, a golden chrysanthemum floated in from the window. The woman took it and said after a long pause, "Okay."
Bai Long nodded and turned around. At this time, a peddler carrying a mask stand came to the door. The peddler put the stand down and looked inside the house. Bai Long also looked at him.
The golden chrysanthemum in the woman's hand was shattered in an instant. She looked at Bai Long, only to see his robe fluttering and murderous aura rising. The woman said softly, "Mr. Bai Long, this is my friend."
"Meow!" The big orange cat's fur suddenly stood up.
"Is that so?" Bai Long looked at the peddler, "I didn't expect that you, the boss lady, actually have friends in this city."
The peddler had a red Yama mask on his face, which was extremely scary, but his tone was very calm: "Sir, is this the last distinguished guest of the store today?"
"Your mask is beautiful." Bai Long looked at the shelf.
"I can give you one." The traveling merchant replied.
Bai Long hesitated for a moment, then asked, "I want a bronze mask. Do you have one?"
The peddler shook his head: "My masks are all carved from wood. Bronze masks are too expensive and no one will buy them. After all, masks are mostly toys that children like."
"Why do children like masks?" Bailong walked out.
"Because when the children grow up, they have already put on the masks and cannot take them off." The peddler said dimly.
Bai Long walked to the side of the peddler and sighed softly: "I rarely have the urge to take risks, but seeing you today, I really want to take a risk."
"Then go for it." The traveling merchant laughed.
"You can try." The woman's voice was very calm.
The atmosphere suddenly became tense. The woman held the teacup in her hand. As long as she dropped the teacup on the ground, a rain of flowers would fall on the seemingly deserted street, a deadly rain of flowers. Bai Long clenched his fists slightly, and his white robe fluttered. Only the peddler looked at Bai Long as if nothing had happened, and reached out to gently support his mask.
"Forget it." Bai Long sighed and left in a flash.
The woman sighed and said, "I almost ruined a big business because of you. I've run a store here for three years, and all the business I've done before is not as good as this one today."
The peddler lowered his head slightly, and when he looked up again, his face had turned into a bronze mask. He took out a wine pot from his arms: "My business is not bad today. I gave away two masks and got back a pot of good wine."
"You were supposed to meet him. Isn't the reason you came here because of Fu Sheng Zui Meng Tower?" the woman asked in confusion.
The peddler walked into the flower shop and placed the wine jug on the table: "It's not time yet. I'm in a good mood today. I don't want to fight, nor do I want to ruin your big business."
"It's a big business indeed." The woman put the gold certificate and the house deed into her arms at the same time, "But the bigger the business, the more dangerous it is."
"Would you like to buy a mask?" the peddler asked with a smile.
"No need. To us, every flower is a mask." The woman sighed and shook her head.
"Okay." The peddler pushed up the mask, revealing half of his face, then tilted his head back and took a sip of wine.