Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

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"You are... the Ancient God Suli?"

The crisp sound of bells swayed soft waves in midair, ethereal and endless.

Accompanied by the beautiful female voice, she slowly fell behind, with some doubts.

The lowered head of the man in black moved slightly.

After a long while, he slowly raised his head,

The empty line of sight also calmly fell in front of nothingness.

There was a moment of silence,

He propped himself up, as if he was supporting an empty body, and his movements were very slow.

Like a walking dead skeleton, it turned around without any waves and looked at her.

"Miss Yun."

His face was very pale, the kind of paleness that has not seen the sun for a long time,

The thin skin, like the wings of a cicada, can almost be broken by the touch, and it is not as fragile.

The eyeballs are very black, but not full of hostility like Chu Heng's,

On the contrary, it looks like a deep well that has been dry for thousands of years, empty and barren.

There was no sharp aggression on his body, and the pure black robe was so plain that there was no trace of embroidery.

The frame of the body is very high, but inexplicably looks very thin, like a piece of light and fluffy paper, which can be gone with the wind immediately.

Yun Si looked at him and saluted politely, but her gaze fell on the little white flower on the ground.

but soon,

The man dragged his body, blocking her view,

"Flowers, mine."

A low voice, very slow, but undeniable,

"It's... mine, don't look at it."

Yun Si raised her eyebrows, looked at him, and smiled, as if provocative,

"Then, what if I want to grab it?"

Finally, there was a trace of fluctuation on the man's face,

Empty and empty eyes, looking at her quietly,

The body did not move.

"Miss Yun, it's mine."

Yun Si murmured, folded her arms, raised her chin, and said,

"You say it's yours. But see for yourself, what have you made of it?"

"I'm kind enough to remind you that if you keep raising it like this, it won't last half a year."

The man seemed taken aback.

"Why?"

Yun Si looked at him strangely, "You don't know how to grow flowers?"

The man is silent.

"If you don't know how to grow flowers, why do you fight for them?"

".Or do you want to raise it to death and use it as flower fertilizer?"

The man didn't speak, as if he was a little at a loss.

After being quiet for a long time, he lowered his eyelashes, still stubborn,

"It's mine."

"I'll... take good care of it."

"It's not flower fertilizer."

Yun Si: "."

"How about I take it away and raise it for you?"

The man looked up at her.

Yun Si continued to be persuasive, "Look, I am also a flower, and I know how to grow flowers."

"If you raise it for me, I will definitely help you raise it beautifully and make it thrive."

"I'll give it back to you when it grows up. This way you can relax, and the flowers can grow healthily. Isn't it killing two birds with one stone?"

The man was silent for a long time.

Finally, shaking his head slowly,

"I raise it myself."

"My flower, I will do it myself."

Yun Si: ".You haven't raised much, have you?"

"Didn't you throw it in the peach grove before and let it grow freely?"

The man lowered his head and didn't speak.

Just block the flowers like this and don't show them to her.

His temperament seems to be very stubborn, and he won't let go easily when he decides on one thing.

Even if you know that you can't grow flowers well, you must do it yourself.

Yun Si crossed her arms and said in a bad tone, "You don't know. You just want to feed the flowers to death?"

The man lowered his head and remained silent.