"There are still a few drops of Hayworth silk in the jade vase. Drop a drop at the root of the flower stem, then quickly put it on the head of the unlucky monk, and it's ready to be planted."
Cabinet Master said while expressing sympathy for Zong Qing.
When Baili Purple Jade was treated, there should indeed be some Hayworth silk on the inner wall of the jade bottle.
After Zong Qing's body was immobilized, the fear in his peach blossom eyes was obvious.
Baili Ziyu swallowed her saliva and was secretly lucky. Fortunately, Lord Xiyue didn't want to plant flowers on his head. She couldn't help but express her condolences for Zong.
Rong Xiyue took out the empty bottle from the space ring, thought for a moment, and used a silver needle to scrape off some of the Hayworth silk stained on the inner wall of the jade bottle, and then to the bottom of the flower stem.
Then, when Zong Qing was very frightened and nervous, trying to struggle but unable to do so, she gently pressed on his head.
Suddenly the sky fell, and Zong Qing felt that his life was so gloomy.
A majestic force penetrated from his head and penetrated his whole body. He even felt the feeling of the white flower taking root on his forehead.
It hurts a little, but it hurts beyond words.
Rong Xiyue was even afraid that Zong Qing would pluck the flowers secretly and drop a drop of blood from the silver needle into the Hayworth silk. From then on, if Zong Qing had not picked the flowers herself, Zong Qing and
No one can take it off, it's like her brand.
Of course, it was only the flower that was imprinted, but the tragic thing was the flower's foster animals, Zong Qingqin's head.
"Donor! You, you, you are unreasonable, how can you plant flowers on a poor monk's head!" Zong Qing said and went to pull out the flowers on his head, but he never thought that as soon as he touched it with his hand and tried to use force, an unbearable wave came.
The pain began to spread all over the body from the flower on the forehead, as if the cruelty he had towards the flower was directly reflected on himself.
"Be good~"
Seeing this, Rong Xiyue looked disapproving. She touched the white flower, which seemed to be more pure and flawless than before, and smiled slightly.
After her fingertips touched the white flowers, Zong Qing's face, which was pale from pain just now, became much better. Her touch could soothe the white flowers.
From cutting the white flowers to planting them, it takes less than half a stick of incense.
Just when Zong Qing was thinking about touching the little flowers two more times in October, his feet suddenly shook.
Rong Xiyue was the first to react, and immediately looked at the Poison Pond. Sure enough, without the guard of Bai Hua, the Poison Pond inside the half column of incense had become extremely turbid, and even a vortex was created in the middle.
Still surrounded by four walls, there is no way out.
"Enter the vortex."
Rong Xiyue, while holding up the outer protective barrier for everyone, ordered everyone to get into the whirlpool immediately after speaking.
If she predicted correctly, this place would collapse immediately like the previous prison. Poison Pond and White Flowers were the gates of life. Although she was planting flowers just now, she was also waiting.
Waiting for the moment when the birth gate takes effect.
"The Poison Pond is very poisonous, Xiao Hui doesn't want it, ah----!"
Little Ginseng wanted to run away, but was held tightly by Baili Ziyu, and she jumped directly into the whirlpool.
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At the same time, after Meng Shuo strengthened the guards at the Pagoda Gate, he listened to the high priest's words and reached the only mountain range at the Pagoda Gate as quickly as possible. However, he was still a little slow and only reached half of the mountain at this time.