"You take care of me!" Of course the person who was beaten was not angry.
"If it doesn't feel good, let's do it again!" Na Hanjue geared up.
"Jue, it's almost done!" Qing Ge grabbed him and brought the Fire Mandarin Flower to Shui Qingmo again, "See if it can be planted. If you think there is nothing you can do, don't force it. I
You know, we want you to plant flowers without roots, which is really a bit overwhelming."
"Who said I can't do it?" Shui Qingmo raised his eyebrows in disbelief and snatched the fire mandarin flower away from the young singer, "There is no poison in the world that can resist me, Shui Qingmo? It's just a fire mandarin duck.
It’s just a flower, where do you want to plant it?”
"Is the back garden of Nahan Villa okay?" Qing Ge was secretly happy.
Haha, the provoking method was successful!
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The back garden of Nahan Villa.
Shui Qingmo played with the Fire Mandarin Flowers for a long time before saying: "These flowers must be planted in water, just like when you picked them, shallow water, with roots in the water and flowers above the water, so that they can grow fresh."
live."
"No problem, isn't there a lotus pond over there?" Na Hanjue pointed to the northeast corner of the garden.
"Give me twenty people and listen to my command."
"As long as it can survive, two hundred will do!"
"Stretch out your hand." Shui Qingmo said again.
"What's wrong?" Na Hanjue frowned.
"I need some fresh blood to feed it, otherwise it will fail before I can clean up your lotus pond."
"Where?"
"Put it in a vase for now."
Nahanjue took out the dagger he carried with him, but Qingge grabbed his wrist.
"No more," Qingge shook her head and said firmly, "We don't want this fire mandarin flower."
Although the fire mandarin flower was very precious and she liked it very much, she did not want Hanjue to hurt herself because of a dead object.
"Why not? It's just a small injury." Na Hanjue turned his wrist, Qing Ge's eyes blurred, he had cut his wrist, and bright red blood dripped into the vase.
A miracle happened!
The flowers that were wilting just now slowly straightened their backs, and the petals bloomed in an instant, exuding a coquettish fragrance.
"You!" Qing Ge saw Na Han Jue cut a few centimeters of gash on her wrist, and the bright red blood was dripping into the vase. She was so angry that she snatched the dagger from Na Han Jue's hand and raised it.
Falling, there is an open bloody mouth on the white wrist.
"Ge'er, what are you doing?"
Na Hanjue was angry and reached out to press the wound on Qingge's wrist. Qingge dodged and blocked her with his body, letting her blood fall into the bottle. "The Fire Mandarin Flower belongs to both of us. You want to feed us."
Feed together!"
"Okay, that's enough! Someone, bring me the medicine box!" Nahanjue ignored the injury on his wrist and pinched Qingge's wrist to make the blood flow slower.
After bringing the medicine box, he carefully disinfected and bandaged Qingge, and gritted his teeth and muttered: "What an idiot."
"I'm fine," Qing Ge pursed her lips and smiled, flexing her wrists and disinfecting and bandaging him.
"These are not idiots," Shui Qingmo smacked his tongue unbearably, "These are simply a pair of idiots!"
"Isn't this what you idiot did? It just wanted a few drops of blood. Won't you tell me secretly? Why did you say it in front of Ge'er? I think the beating I just gave wasn't strong enough and I'm not smart enough to hit you.
Why?" Na Hanjue was so angry that she was so angry at him.
"..." Shui Qingmo shook his head and ran to the lotus pond with the fire mandarin flowers, "Who said that people in love have zero IQ? I think it is a negative number!"
