Chapter Fifty-Fourth: The Palace Master Has No Flowers
Qingcheng was startled and reached out to touch the clothes on his body, but they were still there.
Seeing Qingcheng's actions, the shemale smiled: "Beauty, don't think of me so vulgarly."
Qingcheng opened the quilt and sat up, giving him a look: "Shemale."
He was stunned for a moment and seemed aggrieved: "I have a name. My name is Wuhua, not Shemale."
Qingcheng laughed loudly when he heard it pointed at him: "No wonder you look like a shemale, and your name is like a woman. No flowers, no flowers?"
"There is no devil's flower." This time he answered seriously, without smiling, as if he was a little sad.
At this time, a pretty girl opened the door and walked in: "Palace Master, the clothes you want."
"The beauties should change their clothes first. Don't let people mistakenly think that they are about to have a mistress." Wuhua said, already standing up, pushing the door open and going out.
When he closed the door, he turned to the girl as if he had remembered it and said, "Shao'er, you stay here and wait for the lady to change and freshen up."
Qingcheng bowed his head, but no, he was still wearing a bright red wedding dress.
Putting on the white skirt that Shao'er brought, she finished dressing up. Qingcheng was about to go out, but without thinking, Wuhua came in with a tray like a red cloud. When he saw Qingcheng, he immediately smiled and said: "This kind of
The beauty in the white flowing gauze skirt is indeed elegant and refined."
He walked straight into the room, put the tray in his hand on the table in the room, and handed the tray to Shao'er who was standing aside: "Get out."
Shao'er didn't say anything, took it immediately and left, closing the door.
He pulled Qingcheng over, sat her down, handed her a bowl of porridge, and said with a sweet smile: "Come, beauty, have something to eat. Then I will take you around the Wuhua Palace."
"I'm not here for vacation?" Qingcheng felt uncomfortable all over when he saw his enchanting smile.
There was a "pop" sound. Wuhua placed the bowl in his hand heavily on the table, raised his hand and lifted Qingcheng from the chair across the table: "Then go and try to detoxify Night Demon Princess' poison now! You
Didn’t you say you could do it?!”
Wuhua, who was exuding evil spirits, felt a pain in Qingcheng's wrist as he held it, and dragged Qingcheng straight out.
Qingcheng tried his best to break free from his restraint, threw his hands and said angrily: "Then we must have the Night Demon Queen and the Nine-Death Resurrection Grass! Do you have them?"
Wuhua stopped, looked at her for a moment, and then took Qingcheng's wrist. No matter how hard Qingcheng struggled and slapped him, he wouldn't let go and kept walking forward in silence. He didn't stop until he reached a garden and let go of Qingcheng.
Cheng said coldly: "Ye Mo Ji, do you see enough?"
Qingcheng was stunned for a moment, then turned around to look, but was stunned by the sight in front of him. The garden full of Night Demon Queen shone with a strange glow in the sun. The breeze blew gently, and the huge black flowers swayed and turned up.
There are layers of black waves, like a strange black ocean.
"Did you plant this?" Qingcheng turned to Wuhua in surprise.
"But I don't know what the Nine-Death Resurrection Grass is? I haven't heard of it either." Wuhua answered the question.
Qingcheng Mao walked towards Ye Moji with his waist down, but Wuhua grabbed him: "Wait a minute, you haven't applied Lingxiao yet! You will be poisoned if you get close to it."
"Haha." Qingcheng Yifuwuhua held his hand: "You don't have to worry about this. I have picked this flower and there have been no adverse reactions."
Wuhua let go of her hand in disbelief, and watched Qingcheng slowly approach Night Demon Princess. When she touched the black flower, she did not fall into a coma and fell to the ground as expected, and then she breathed a sigh of relief.
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Qingcheng walked among the flowers. Whenever he saw a huge Night Demon, he would always lower his body and carefully check whether there was a nine-death resurrection plant in its main part.
When Wuhua saw Qingcheng walking into the depths of Ye Moji, she couldn't help but screamed and ran over to drag Qingcheng away: "Beauty, it's dangerous. Don't go in any further, the poisonous gas is strong inside."
Qingcheng couldn't help but smile when he saw Wuhua, whose face was a little pale and whose eyes were full of worry: "I'm fine! I'm not feeling any discomfort."
Wuhua's face became paler and paler, and large drops of sweat dripped down his face. Qingcheng couldn't help but asked in shock when he saw this scene: "What's wrong with you?"
Wuhua let go of Qingcheng's hand and hurriedly walked out of the crowd of flowers without saying a word. He sat down on the spot to adjust his inner breath.
Qingcheng, who followed him out, saw that he didn't answer him, and just sat on the ground as if adjusting his breath. After a while, Wuhua's face slowly turned from pale to rosy. Qingcheng knew that he should be fine, so he stopped paying attention to him.
She walked alone among the flowers and continued to look for her nine-death resurrection plant.
After searching for a long time, Qingcheng simply lay down and looked around from under its lush flowers and leaves. The blood-red roots did not have the silver needles that he longed to see.
After a while, Qingcheng stood up straight among the flowers, raised his head and looked out, and saw Wuhua standing on the edge of Night Demon Princess, with a smile on his face.
Brushing her hair that was messed up by flower branches, she said with some disappointment: "Wuhua, did you grow all of these? Are there any that grow naturally?"
Wuhua was still looking at Qingcheng blankly, until Qingcheng tilted his head and looked at him with white eyes, then he realized the same thing: "Haha, these are all artificially grown, they are natural, but they are too big and weird.
No one dares to come close."
"Where?"
Wuhua pointed at the side of Qingcheng: "There."
Qingcheng took a closer look and saw that among the flowers in the distance, several huge Night Demon Queens stood against the boulders, blooming with an eerie brilliance.
Qingcheng was overjoyed, ran towards it, and crouched down to investigate. Sure enough, there was a tiny silver needle at the root of every Night Demon. That wasn't the Nine-Death Resurrection Grass!
"Hey, Wuhua, I found the nine-death resurrection grass." Qingcheng held the grass, stood among the flowers, and shouted to Wuhua who was walking away.