"Singing well," Hua Mu Yao replied coldly, with no interesting emotion in his voice.
Lin Feiwan wanted to turn around and look at the flower and tree demon. She felt dizzy for a while, and the hand holding the railing was trembling involuntarily. After he fixed the railing and returned home to see the flower and tree demon, the moment she looked back, there were countless flower and tree demons sitting there.
Smiling at her from the railing
Warm and elegant, clean and lonely
Seeing many flower and tree demons swaying in front of her eyes, one of them was even flying around in the sky. Lin Feiwan closed her eyes and shook her head, trying to see the flower and tree demons in front of her clearly. When she opened her eyes again, he was in a state of confusion.
Thousands of figures filled the Yixing Pavilion
"Hua Mu Yao, why are you everywhere here?"
Lin Feiwan shook her body and reached out to catch the flower and tree demon in front of her. Just as she was about to touch it, the flower and tree demon took a few steps back and waved to Lin Feiwan, as if to say, come on, come and catch me.
Lin Feiwan stumbled forward, reaching out to hug the flower and tree demon who seemed to be playing hide and seek with her, but every time she failed, the shadow of the flower and tree demon kept shaking in front of Lin Feiwan's eyes.
The Hua Mu Yao sat on the corridor and watched coldly as Lin Feiwan chased her own shadow in Yixing Pavilion. She looked completely drunk.
"Don't move, I got you"
Lin Feiwan jumped forward, stretched out her arms to hug the flower and tree demon that had been swinging in front of her, and then heard a scream.
Lin Feiwan put her hand on her forehead and fell to the ground crying with tears streaming down her face.
Seeing her appearance at this time, Hua Mu Yao felt dumbfounded. She actually thought the pillar was herself, and threw herself up hard, hitting her head on the stone pillar. It's strange that it didn't hurt.
"Does it hurt?" Hua Mu Yao walked over and squatted next to him, peeling off her hand and looking at the place on her forehead where she was hit, the skin was broken, and thin bloodshot gently gushed out.
The flower demon has no intention of caring about her life and death, he just wants to get her words out of her mouth
But when he saw her sitting on the ground, just like when Hua Chen was acting coquettishly, she pulled up her sleeves and wiped the tears from her face. Hua Mu Yao showed her the wound on her forehead and her movements were stagnant. Unexpectedly, her drunken behavior was even worse than Hua Chen's.
I had no choice but to help her up and sit on the bench, took out a yellow handkerchief from her sleeve, and gently wiped the wound on her forehead.
The drunk Lin Feiwan muttered words, but they were all words that the flower tree demon could not understand.