Douluo: I can hear Qian Renxue's voice

"What's next?"

Qian Renxue looked at Xue Beng.

"When do you plan to hunt the soul beast? How many years do you plan to hunt the soul beast this time?"

"Don't worry about it now, I need to go back to the college to take care of some things."

"Okay, it's up to you. Just contact me when you need it."

Qian Renxue nodded and said nothing.

Xue Beng looked at Qian Renxue and hesitated to speak.

"that……"

Qian Renxue looked at Xue Beng with doubtful eyes.

"What's wrong? You're hesitating."

Xue Beng's right hand subconsciously touched the bracelet on his left wrist.

What should I do? Should I give it to her now? Should I choose a good day like her birthday? And if so, what should I give to 'Xue Qinghe' then? What if I give her two plants at once?

Xianpin, I can't beat him even more.

Xue Beng thought tangledly in his heart.

Qian Renxue looked at Xue Beng's appearance and became even more curious.

"What's going on?"

"that……"

Xue Beng touched his nose.

"When is your birthday?"

Qian Renxue narrowed her eyes.

"You want to give me a gift?"

Xue Beng's eyes widened.

Good guy, under normal circumstances, you shouldn’t say ‘Why are you asking me for my birthday?’ ‘Why are you asking for this?’ or directly answer birthday. Why do you jump directly to the topic of gifts?

In fact, this is probably one of Qian Renxue’s obsessions.

Ever since she was little, she has never even had birthday gifts, let alone birthday gifts. That’s why when she heard Xue Beng asked about her birthday, she immediately guessed that Xue Beng wanted to give her a birthday gift.

Because of envy, I care and look forward to it.

Seeing Xue Beng's reaction, Qian Renxue narrowed his eyes.

"What gift do you want to give me?"

His tone became lighter unconsciously.

In fact, Xue Beng's brain was short-circuited when he asked about his birthday. If Qian Renxue's birthday was far away, would the fairy grass in his hand be able to withstand it?

However, I still have to bite the bullet and continue talking about the topic.

"Never mind this, when is your birthday?"

"today!"

Qian Renxue answered without hesitation, her words were straightforward and not sloppy at all, her serious eyes seemed as if she was afraid of an avalanche and didn't believe it.

In fact, Xue Beng didn't even hear her voice. Shouldn't she be subconsciously thinking about her birthday at this time?

It can only be said that Qian Renxue doesn't care about birthdays at all. What she cares about is the people who care about her birthday.

"You've prepared a gift, right?"

Xue Beng hesitated slightly and nodded.

"What! What is it!"

Qian Renxue's eyes were bright, as if she were a little girl. Well, at her current age, she seemed to be.

Seeing her like this, Xue Beng knew that it would be impossible if he didn't give her a gift today. He couldn't imagine how disappointed she would feel if he told Qian Renxue that he didn't prepare a gift.

But, how should I give it away?

Never mind!

"Ahem! Then, just consider today to be your birthday, and I'll give this to you."

Xue Beng's mind moved, and he took out a white flower.

Should I take this thing out anyway?

Looking at the white flowers in his hand, Xue Beng suddenly felt relieved for some reason.

The next moment, Qian Renxue took the flower in his hand.

"What kind of flower is this? It's quite beautiful, and there are some amazing touches of red on it."

Qian Renxue held it in her hand and looked at it fondly. At the same time, she also looked at the stone under the flower.

"This stone is also quite beautiful."

Seeing Qian Renxue as if she had obtained a treasure, Xue Beng also found it a bit funny. Although she had indeed obtained the treasure, Xue Beng still felt that her appearance as a little girl was more beautiful now.

"What kind of flower is this? Tell me quickly."

Seeing Xue Beng looking at her with a smile, Qian Renxue urged her to ask.

Xue Beng smiled and said, "The name of this flower is Acacia Heartbroken Red."

"Lovesickness is red."

Qian Renxue repeated the name, and then muttered: "Why does it feel like a poisonous flower?"

"Don't underestimate this flower. The origin of this flower is not simple."

Qian Renxue, who had seen various treasures since childhood, didn't think there was anything special about this flower, but when Xue Beng said this, she still nodded.

"Well, I think so too."

Xue Beng smiled, and then began to tell Qian Renxue the story of lovesickness and heartbreak.

"A long time ago, there was a young man who was indifferent by nature. He liked to plant flowers and trees. His garden was full of green lotuses and lotus roots, which were filled with purple and red colors. He would usually recite poems to the flowers and raise his cup to the moon. But when the flowers fell and turned red, he would feel infinite sadness and would throw away the flowers.

He swept away the flower pieces, dug the ground to bury them, and shed tears again and again. As the saying goes, love moves heaven and earth. His love for flowers moved the flower fairies in the sky, and they married him privately in the mortal world, and they were happily married. Who would have known?

The good times did not last long. When the gods learned about this, they were very angry and ordered the flower fairy to be transferred back to the divine realm. Since the young man lost his lover, he sighed all day long, was depressed and gave up on flower matters, so the wall fell down.

The fence collapsed, the flowers and trees faded, and the garden was desolate. One day, a white-haired old man came and told him that his beloved white peony in the garden was the incarnation of his beloved wife. All he had to do was destroy the flower and the flower fairy would be dead.

He will lose his immortal body and be banished to the mortal world to marry him again, but he must not ruin the flower affairs. After saying this, he turned into a breeze and left. The young man suddenly woke up and deeply regretted that he had treated the flowers poorly and took care of them carefully. Although he was beloved

His wife, however, could not bear to burn the peonies, so she cherished them even more. She cried to the flowers day and night, her tears dried up and her heart broke, and she died of heartbroken love. When he was dying, he bled on the petals."

"This is the story of Lovesickness. How about it? Isn't it very touching? Moreover, its effect is also very powerful. It is of great help to soul masters and can increase the level of soul masters without any side effects."

"Moreover, this flower is not something that can be taken casually. When picking it, you must think of your loved one and spit out a mouthful of blood sincerely, so that the stone under the flower will break away. If you want to forcefully pick the flower,

The flower's medicinal effect will be lost immediately."

When Xue Beng said this, he was waiting for Qian Renxue to look at him with tears in his eyes and ask him about Lovesickness, such as whether this story is true, that couple is so pitiful, and the way of picking flowers is very romantic, etc.

Of, however...

"Speaking of which, by how many levels can this Lovesick Heartbroken Red increase your soul power?"

…

Xue Beng's mouth twitched as he looked at Qian Renxue, who had a plain face.

"That's what you're asking?"

"yes."

"Yes...what's right? You are a girl after all. Can you be more emotional? I told you such a long story, so you can be moved!"

Xue Beng said frantically.

Qian Renxue said calmly: "But in my opinion, the two people in the story are too weak. If they had enough strength, they could naturally disobey the orders of the gods, instead of ending up sadly like you said.

."

"Besides, the fairy you mentioned seemed helpless, but didn't even resist. The man seemed sad, but made no effort. He just lamented his fate and made no effort for both parties."

Qian Renxue looked straight at Xue Beng.

"Do they really love each other?"

…

For a moment, Xue Beng was speechless.

Sure enough, Qian Renxue is indeed Qian Renxue, courageous and constantly striving for self-improvement.

He sighed helplessly.

"This still depends on the level of the absorbed soul master at that time. Is there anything else you want to ask?"

"have."

"What?"

"Why would you want to give me this flower?"

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