"Don't worry, he has always been so strange." Zhongli Yirui said comfortingly,
"Xuanyuan Xuantian, he never wants to get acquainted with others! He always coldly rejects this kind of intimacy. He is really a heartless person."
"I think this is a disguised form of seduction?" Ling Xiaotu nodded, looking like he had expected it.
Zhongli Yirui discovered that Ling Xiaotu always had a unique flavor in his understanding of Xuanyuan Xuantian.[
For example, like now, she actually feels that Xuanyuan Xuantian's alienation is a kind of temptation, what a bold woman.
The more we get along with each other, the more interesting we discover.
He looked at her for a long time, until Ling Xiaotu couldn't help but cough, and then he came back to his senses.
"Ah, I'm sorry."
"There should be no answer on my face." Ling Xiaotu smiled,
"Should we worry about other issues?" She politely stopped him from continuing to study her face.
Xuanyuan Xuantian, who was already far away from them, took two steps forward, and the dense rain of petals immediately obscured the surrounding scenery.
Although he never paid much attention or appreciation to the surrounding scenery, the blood-red rain of petals in front of him, which was supposed to be a romantic and emotional scene, was falling in a crazy state before his eyes.
There is no sense of beauty at all, as if the sky is darkened by the rain of falling petals.
He wanted to look back at the two people who were still there, but the dark scenery had already covered everything.
Xuanyuan Xuantian felt like he was rushing to the depths of hell alone, walking, extremely lonely...,,,
So he seemingly inadvertently lit a small ball of white fire in his right hand and played with it.
In this bright flashing white light.
The petals are getting crazier and crazier, seeming to abandon their original caution more and more, rushing over one after another like taking psychedelic drugs.
Xuanyuan Xuantian felt that the wind stirred up by the petals dried his exposed skin.
He finally stopped and looked at the scene in front of him with a sense of scrutiny.
The originally withered yellow tree had transformed into an unimaginable form.