In the Temple of the Goddess, playing with the charming and weird Night Demon Princess was Qingcheng's biggest pleasure later in life! With it, Xuanyuan Qi would also retreat, and the queens and concubines would not dare to come to provoke trouble.
Qingcheng and Butterfly were happy and peaceful, and their days were spent leisurely.
When the sun casts wisps of golden rays, the dewdrops on the petals of Daredevil shine brighter than jewelry. Qingcheng will always pick out a flower that has just bloomed and is extremely beautiful, fold it, and insert it into a jade bottle filled with water.
From the center to the bedroom.
It's just that as soon as Night Demon Princess is folded off, her light immediately disappears, just like a dried flower that has lost its soul. Qingcheng carefully pricked his finger with the flower thorn, and bright red blood beads immediately seeped out. He squeezed it out hard and dripped.
When you touch the stamens, the light will shine brightly in a moment, which is so terrifying! This is a secret discovered by Qingcheng unintentionally. Her blood can make the devil's flower bloom undefeated, even if it is folded, it can still shine with all its glory.
It disappeared quietly last month. Butterfly, who is secretly afraid of the devil's flower, doesn't know it. If she knew that Qingcheng often dripped blood to grow flowers, she would not know how distressed she would be!
When I woke up that day, only a bare blood-colored branch and a thin silver thorn were left of the Night Devil flower on the table. The huge purple leaves drooped to the ground, and the gorgeous and strange flower disappeared in the air.
Qingcheng sighed, it gave up again!
Wandering among the flowers, he found the most delicate one, cut it out, and dripped blood drops on it. With the dreamy glow and rich and alluring floral fragrance, Qingcheng couldn't help nodding and sniffing it gently.
"Ha!" A faint chuckle came from the periphery of the Devil's Flower.
Qingcheng raised his head and immediately became speechless.
It was a man wearing a black robe. The bright red piping added a touch of agility to the dull black. His eyes as dark as night concealed a dangerous aura. There was a faint smile on the slightly raised corner of his mouth. He said no.
Whether he is good or evil. His long black hair is tied up high with a jade crown, and there is a scar on the left corner of his forehead, which is in the shape of a cross. This does not affect his handsomeness at all, but adds a bit of domineering force.
Qingcheng opened his mouth in surprise: Is he the man who insisted on giving earrings as a gift at the Hua Chao Party a few years ago? It’s just that he didn’t have the scar on his forehead at that time!
The eyes that came directly at him were full of disdain. He smiled jokingly and said, "It seems that all women in the world are like this! So what if you are close to the devil's flower? So what if you are enshrined in the temple by Emperor Xuanyuan? Not all.
Do you think I am like this?"
"It seems that we don't need to go see the goddess anymore! This maid looks like a nymphomaniac, and the master can't help it." He seemed to be saying to the man behind him, and turned around and left without receiving a reply.
The heart that was suddenly startled by him gently returned to his stomach, and Qingcheng breathed a sigh of relief: Fortunately, he didn't remember him!
Thinking of his contemptuous and sarcastic words, Qingcheng couldn't help but feel a little angry. His good mood early in the morning was inexplicably disturbed by this unknown man. He couldn't help but snorted angrily: "It's inexplicable." He turned around and wanted to go inside.
The man who had already walked a few steps paused, stopped and turned around: "Little girl, what did you say?"
Her captivating gaze was fixed on Qingcheng, who also turned around and stopped, as if she had just said something treacherous.
Come on, is it reasonable for this man to run wild in other people's territory? Qingcheng glared back fiercely: Who is afraid of whom? Isn't it just that he looks handsome? But I am not a nymphomaniac. In modern times, as long as you have money, there are many handsome guys.
Got it!
He was startled for a moment, his dark pupils turned, as if he was very surprised, his face twitched slightly, he looked at Qingcheng and actually smiled: "It seems that I misjudged you!"
The slight smile that raised the corner of his mouth was so weird that it made people dizzy. Qingcheng was startled and gave him a vicious look. Not wanting to tangle with him anymore, he turned around and walked inside, since he couldn't come in anyway.
"Hey! Little girl, how dare you ignore me like this?" The deep voice concealed great anger.
Qingcheng seemed not to hear it and continued walking inward.