It was soon Ye Xiyue and Nan Wushuang's turn to pray for blessings. It was the first time Ye Xiyue prayed for blessings in such a special way, and she couldn't help but feel a little curious.       ≈

In fact, she didn't believe in these things, but she couldn't stand Nan Wushuang's soft and hard work. She thought that there was no harm in praying for blessings, so she followed Nan Wushuang to do it.

The object of her blessing is naturally related to Huangjunye.

The object of Nan Wushuang's blessing is related to Molan.

Ye Xiyue bit her fingers and dripped a drop of blood on the blessing tree. The second drop of blood fell on the hibiscus petals in her hand. She picked them down and put them into the river.

The lights were on, and the river was sparkling, with many hibiscus petals. She looked at the floating petals and was stunned.

If praying for blessings really works, she hopes that Huang Junye can be safe and sound.

On the other side of the river, a seven or eight-year-old child stared at the petals drifting along the river surface intentionally or unintentionally. Suddenly, among the many petals, he saw a very conspicuous petal. The reason why it was conspicuous was because there was a trace of blood on the petal.

Compared with other petals, that petal is unique.

A layer of frost condensed in the child's eyes, without the innocence and simplicity of children. He looked at the petal and suddenly flew over.

Screams suddenly erupted from both sides of the river.

"Wow! So awesome! I saw a man floating past the river."

"But I didn't see the man clearly."

"What is this called? Is there no trace on the water?"

“…”

Everyone could only see a shadow falling on the river surface. The shadow disappeared after only three seconds.

The little boy held the petals in his hand, as if they appeared out of thin air, and fell into the corner of the blessing tree. He lowered his eyes and looked at the petals. The drop of blood on the petals was particularly obvious. He stretched out his hand and dipped it for a moment. A burning feeling came from his fingertips. The little boy blinked his beautiful eyes, and a trace of bloodthirsty appeared in his eyes. He slowly placed the blood-stained finger on his lips and gently sucked the drop of blood into his mouth...

After everything was done, he threw away the petals and stood in the crowd and began to look for the person who placed the petals just now. Whose blood was it that worked so well for him?

He followed the breath of blood and searched all the way...

Nan Wushuang took Ye Xiyue to pray for blessings and was about to go back, but he met someone at the entrance of Qifu Street.

At this time, the peak period had not faded and there were crowds of people. Only the intersection of Qifu Street was less crowded, and a sedan chair fell in front of Nan Wushuang and stopped.

Nan Wushuang saw the sign on the sedan chair and frowned slightly, then pulled Ye Xiyue to get around the sedan chair...

"General Nan." The curtain of the sedan chair was lifted, and a goose face reflected in the eyes of Nan Wushuang and Ye Xiyue.

The other party is a girl, about twenty years old, and she is pretty, at least with thick eyebrows and big eyes.

Nan Wushuang squinted his eyes and looked at the other party, "Murong Yu?"

"It seems that General Nan has not forgotten me."

"What are you doing here?" Namushuang's tone gradually became colder.

Murong Yu raised his eyebrows, "Everyone can come to this blessed street, why can't I come?"

"I didn't say you can't come."

Murong Yu suddenly smiled, "I haven't seen each other for a long time. General Nan's temperament has not changed. He is still so old-fashioned and boring."
Chapter completed!