"If you like it, it's yours!" Na Hanjue kissed Qing Ge hard on the cheek.
"Is that necessary?" Qingge held the fire mandarin flower in her hand and couldn't put it down.
Seeing Qing Ge's joyful expression, Na Hanjue felt extremely happy in her heart.
At this moment, he suddenly understood the story of King You playing tricks on the princes with beacon fire. If he could make his sweetheart smile, what did he play with the princes with beacon fire?
Holding Qingge's shoulders, they returned along the original path. Qingge's body was covered with the elegant and unsullied fragrance of the mandarin flowers, which made Na Hanjue's heart flutter, and she felt that her thoughts were floating, like a fairy.
After walking out of the cave, under the moonlight, Na Hanjue carefully examined the tooth marks left by the little snake on Qingge's neck.
Perhaps it was because Qingge was standing so high that the little snake had lost its strength when it jumped into the air. The teeth marks left on Qingge's skin were very shallow, with almost no trace of ulceration. Qingge repeatedly said that there was no discomfort at all.
Han Jue was relieved.
Taking out their mobile phones, the five of them prepared to rest for the night and return to the city.
Now that they have obtained the legendary Fire Mandarin Flower, as long as they pass through the Nine Palaces on the back hill of the Nahan Family, the centuries-old grudge between the Lanqin Family and the Nahan Family will be wiped out, and they can be together openly!
After another three days, they returned to Hancheng.
When Nahan Renwei saw that Nahan Jue and Qingge had returned safely with Huo Yuanhua, his face looked ugly, while Nahan Leiting naturally couldn't open his mouth from ear to ear.
The elders of the Nahan family could not help but marvel when they saw that the fire mandarin flowers in Qingsing had not withered at all for three days and three nights. Instead, they were blooming more and more coquettishly and with a rich fragrance.
Na Hanying also came this time, and brought his girlfriend Murong Xinyao, the second daughter of the Murong family.
Murong Xinyao stared at the Fire Mandarin Flower in the Light Singer, her eyes shining brightly. This was something only found in legends, but she didn't expect that she could actually see it with her own eyes.
Then I saw the elegant and elegant singing become more and more beautiful and charming against the background of the fire mandarin flowers, and I felt a burst of jealousy in my heart for no reason.
She whispered a few words in Na Hanying's ear, and Na Hanying nodded frequently. He always obeyed the words of this beautiful but arrogant girlfriend beside him.
"Brother." After listening to Murong Xinyao's words, Na Hanying left Murong Xinyao and called out to Na Hanjue.
"Is something wrong?" Na Hanjue glanced at him coldly.
Na Hanjue had never had a good impression of his cousin who only knew how to pick up girls, drink and gamble.
"Brother, Xinyao likes the flower you brought back, can you give it to Xinyao?" Nahanjue smiled flatteringly.
"No!" Na Hanjue refused without hesitation for a second.
Not to mention other things, just because of Qingge's unyielding love for the flower when he held it, it would be impossible for him to give the flower to anyone.
"Brother, Xinyao really likes that flower. It's just a flower. I beg you, brother!" Na Hanying showed his shameless spirit and continued to plead.
"Just a flower?" Na Hanjue sneered, "Ge'er and I almost lost our lives because of that flower, and you're telling me it's just a flower? You can stay there wherever it's cool, don't even dream about flowers!"
"Brother, are you going too far?" Nahan Jue turned his back, "Your surname is Nahan, and my surname is Nahan, why should you be in charge of the Nahan family? You are now the quasi-patriarch of the Nahan family.
I didn’t even try to snatch it from you, and now you won’t even give me a flower?”
