This question is so strange. You can tell that this flower is black at first glance.
Mu Lingyue felt strange, but she still replied, "Black."
"wrong."
Yanmo chuckled, her charming eyes seemed to be looking at the black petals between her fingers, or looking at something else through the petals, she whispered, "This flower is not black.
"
Mu Lingyue looked at it with wide eyes, yes, this flower is indeed black![
As if seeing the doubts in her heart, Yan Mo chuckled and said, "Stretch out your hand."
Mu Lingyue stretched out her hand as she was told, and put the petals between her fingers into her palm. Her fingers were very cold, as if they had been frozen for thousands of years, exuding a biting cold air.
As soon as her fingertips touched her palm, Mu Lingyue felt so cold.
"This flower is called Dark Night, because its flower color is as deep and dark as the night, but it is not really black. But because it sucks more blood, the color becomes darker and darker. Until now... it looks like
Black."
Mu Lingyue's expression changed, and her hands shook unsatisfactorily.
With a flick of Yanmo's fingertips, the black petals in her palm turned into a pool of dark red blood.
She was startled and took out her handkerchief to wipe it, but the blood on her palm turned into the shape of petals.
She hurriedly threw the petals on the ground. As soon as the petals fell to the ground, they turned into blood.
The soil on the ground seemed to be alive, absorbing all the petals made of blood that fell on the ground.
Within a moment, the blood-stained ground became clean again, without even a trace of blood.
Yan Mo gently stroked the slightly red tree trunk with his fingers, raised his eyes to look at Mu Lingyue's pale face, and said with a smile, "Now you finally understand that every living thing in this demon world cannot
Without the nourishment of blood, no matter it is a person or an object, it is just like all the creatures in your mortal world cannot do without water."
Speaking of which... Mu Lingyue's face turned a little ugly again.
The row of plants planted outside the palace look like maple trees, full of red leaves... and they are all irrigated with blood?
Her stomach tightened, began to churn, and she felt sick.
She immediately turned around, bent down, and retched several times on the ground.
Yanmo's eyes flashed for a moment, he walked to her side, patted her back gently with one hand, and said in a very gentle voice, "You are so timid now. It's nothing like you. If I had known you were like this
I'm a coward, I shouldn't have said these things."
Mu Lingyue retched several times but didn't spit out anything. After listening to Yan Mo's words, a trace of doubt appeared in her eyes. She took a few breaths, turned her head and looked at her, frowning slightly, "I don't understand.
You mean, you seem to have known me for a long time? But... I have never seen you before."
If Feng Biluo hadn't fallen in love with her...
She didn't even know there was such a person as Yanmo.[
"It's normal that you don't remember me."
A trace of melancholy appeared on Yan Mo's face, and he sighed softly. His charming apricot eyes fixedly stared at her, and the light in his eyes became ethereal, as if he was thinking about something.
"You are no longer who you were before. Naturally, all your memories are gone."
Mu Lingyue stared at her blankly, "You mean...we knew each other before?"