Predecessors all over the world

On the fourth day, Yin Miaomiao still had no clue. She originally thought that the last sentence in the poem "Ask you who is the evil flower" meant to kill werewolf. If you find the evil flower lurking among humans, it seems that it is time to pass.

But that's not the case.

The flowers drawn can be replaced and transferred, the only thing that remains unchanged is that they all require blood. But Xue Wuyue did not attack her until the night of the next day. Obviously, the time limit is much looser than her - do you want to change one

Woolen cloth?

Let's change it. The meaning of the black mandala is not very good, and she always makes her very afraid.

Yin Miaomiao thought about it repeatedly and felt that she could consider using the lilac that Yuze had encountered before instead. It represents first love, and she would unconditionally obey the orders of her first love, and her first love... was already dead.

It took her another two days to find the lilac.

The lilac flowers are small and dense, and they are picked like a dagger, exuding a faint fragrance between their fingers. Yin Miaomiao pondered, she just thought that Tang Ze and Xue Wuyue were walking together, and "first love" may not necessarily refer to the real one.

The first love may also be the one you see first.

The demon cultivator was like this at that time, and she was shocked.

But she hasn't met a partner who can do it in the past two days, and she relied on her own to bleed and grow flowers. In addition, her old injuries have not healed, and it is not a solution to continue like this.

"Go once." She smiled and murmured. Anyway, if the partner of "first love" is not right, she will find a broomstick to kill herself once. Love it and love it, betray it, and betray it, which is also quite interesting.

Both true and false flowers in the mirror. The most taboo thing about playing games is to take it seriously. She thought, turned the flower branches and pointed them at the back of her hand.

Mandala was angry: Little bitch, I'm so kind to you, you actually want to abandon me!

It fiercely raised its sharp leaves and pounced towards the lilac that was trying to invade its territory. Compared to Mandala, the lilac was a weak and harmless little cat. It was so scared that it shivered and did not dare to face it at all.

Fight, turn around and run away.

Yin Miaomiao was shocked. Anything can be done, but why is it not true to her?

Mandala scared Lilac away without any effort and turned around to settle the score with the bad woman. The leaves twisted up and down, pointing to the sky and scolding the earth. Even if they couldn't speak, others could feel its accusation.

"You can't blame me for being ruthless." Yin Miaomiao sighed, with helpless expression on his face, "I can't bear to cut blood every day to feed you. Can't we get together and part with you?"

Mandala sneered twice (of course, it won't laugh, it just gives people this feeling), and suddenly penetrated into the wound on her wrist and twisted it, the scab immediately broke and blood oozed out.

Yin Miaomiao grabbed it: "You do it..." What? Before the last two words were released, the roots and leaves of Mandala grew rapidly, entangling her whole body tightly, and the leaves cut the edge of the neck and legs.

Arteries, sucking blood wildly.

Cold, getting colder.

It wasn't the temperature that dropped, it was a warning from blood loss in her body. She forced herself to hold on to the dizziness, her five fingers ignited the ground fire, and she grabbed it firmly.

Since you have tear your face, get rid of it.

The earth fire was burning, and the powerful firepower dried the surrounding water. The lilac forest, which was energetic, was collectively wilted, and the buds twisted towards the other side, and the fear was beyond words.

But mandala does not.

It looked coldly, unmoved.

The Earth Fire did not hurt it at all, just like the game stipulates that there is a debuff here, and it is useless for you to upgrade to a maximum level.

In trouble. Yin Miaomiao frowned and slowly fell to the ground.

She fell into a deep coma.

Vaguely, she seemed to see the scene of playing chess with her in the house before she was satisfied to die. He held the chess piece and his lips moved slightly, as if he was saying something.

But she couldn't hear a word clearly and asked repeatedly: "Satisfied, what did you say?"

After several times, the barrier between the two suddenly disappeared, and his voice came into his ears: "Master, don't ask me what I said, the answer is already in your heart."

What's the answer? She was stunned and puzzled. The next moment, her consciousness revived and she woke up.

The sparse moonlight fell on her body. Yin Miaomiao was dizzy and weak, and she took a long time to get up. She was still in the same place, as if she was lucky that she was not discovered, but... She looked around and her eyes stopped in the withered and yellow not far away.

On the straw pile.

Isn't there a cluster of lilac flowers in the right place?

How long has she been in a coma? It has actually completely lost?

The bone-eating pain came from the right arm, as if the bones were broken into millions of pieces, all poking into the muscles, as if countless parasites were drilling into them, unscrupulously drilling and passing through the flesh and blood.

The pain is numb and itchy, and the heat is hot and chilling.

Yin Miaomiao looked down at the mandala that was blooming proudly on his arm, and his mood was a little complicated - it absorbed enough blood and bloomed.

It is said that there are no real black flowers in the world, and the so-called black is mostly dark purple. But when the light in front of you falls on it, 99% will be sucked away. The last one will be outlined.

Its appearance is: colorful black.

The words on the inside of the elbow are also rearranged and combined at this moment, forming a new reminder - the flower of death in the past, which is now a blade of revenge, and a drop of blood from an enemy, the bad luck will change. Twelve hours later, the King of Hell knocks on the door.

She subconsciously held her wrist. The lilacs all died after the mandala bloomed, echoing the saying "I will kill all the flowers after the flowers bloomed", which means that it would not work if you want to use other flowers instead. If you want to get rid of them, you will not work.

The ending of death in twelve hours can only lead to the disaster and transfer it to others.

This is really a...a difficult problem that tests human nature.

The mandala stretches out its branches and leaves, and sarcastically sarcastically through body language: Don’t you want to get rid of me? As long as you can satisfy your wish. If you can’t do it within twelve hours, you can die.

Yin Miaomiao pretended not to see it, and pondered himself. After a while, he stood up, patted the dust stained on his skirt, and walked towards the direction of spiritual power fluctuations in the distance.

In the past, Qiao Ping always laughed at Fei Ying for saying nonsense. When the male and female protagonists are ambiguous and entangled, they will encounter trouble just right, and then in the process of solving the problem, their relationship will warm up and their relationship will be settled for three lives.

No such coincidence.

As a result, he met now... a group of ground worms with unknown prototypes went out to find food and met them on a narrow road. He was good at local techniques, and the other party was also the same. He was slightly better and the other party had many people, so it was a big deal.

midnight.

"On the way here, I heard that among the four demon kings in Nanzhou, the Golden Demon King's legs look inferior, but it is extremely difficult to deal with." Qiao Ping wanted to liven up the atmosphere and joked to Ting Lan, "Now

It seems that what is said is not false."

Ting Lan looked at the person who was about to exhaust his spiritual power but was still blocking his face. She felt that no matter what she said, she was too pale and just held his hand tightly.

The blessings came from the sky, but Qiao Ping couldn't feel any joy and pride. Instead, she was embarrassed and nervous, as if she had done something bad in her childhood. She secretly ate her senior brother's candy and was guilty of not daring to look at her.

The moon is in the middle of the sky, and the hour is approaching, and it is time to drink blood again.

Ting Lan looked at the ground worm army hidden under the flower tree coldly, knowing that the momentum of the two sides must not be revealed. Once the two omitted something, they would take the opportunity to surround and kill.

So she didn't move, staring at them silently, only the willow eyebrows under the mask frowned, revealing the pain of the rose branches tugging into the bone marrow.

A warm hand suddenly grabbed her wrist.

She couldn't help but be surprised.

Since she was injured, Qiao Ping was afraid that she would misunderstand him to take advantage of others' danger, but instead paid more attention to keeping a distance from her than in the past - even though she said that she was born in Nanzhou, she did not mind and did not change her original intention, why is she now... Wen

The hot blood dripped into the palm of her hand, sticking to her fingers. In an instant, she understood and her heart became more and more sour.

The smell of bloody Hong Rose released her arm and absorbed daily nutrients with satisfaction.

Regarding the flowers of love, of course, you need the blood of your lover to bloom the most beautifully.

Fire came from afar.

The black insect army noticed the enemy's attack and rushed towards the rear.

"Who?" Ting Lan was stunned.

"It's Su Wei, probably." Qiao Ping breathed a sigh of relief and pulled her away, "She can't deal with so many guys, let's retreat quickly."

The two of them were afraid of ambushing underground, so they did not walk on the land, and they just used the flying technique to leaps among the branches, like two butterflies.

The moon was full and the flowers were good. The two of them ran wildly for the middle of the night, and finally left the snakeberry when the east was white and arrived at the wisteria rack.

Wisteria is originally extremely spectacular, and when it grows bigger, it hangs down like a waterfall.

The sun rises eastward and the morning light is dim.

There was a faint light among the purple flowers.

Qiao Ping was surprised first and then happy: "Glass Lantern!"

The two of them speeded up and jumped up like the wind. Sure enough, a small glass lamp was found among a wisteria flower. Qiao Ping handed it to Ting Lan: "You go."

Ting Lan refused after thinking for a moment: "The situation is not so bad." She knew that the rose poison was in her body, but apart from the surging love accident, she never felt any other harm. They still had a bet on their own.

It's too early to give up now.

Qiao Ping didn't think so and smiled bitterly: "Your roses want my blood, my sunflowers want your blood. It's not a long-term solution for us to feed each other."

Ting Lan was silent, her eyebrows were tightly furrowed. The illusion initially gave four tips:

Both true and false flowers in the mirror may refer to their true and false feelings after they draw flowers;

After the flowers bloom, I kill hundreds of flowers. The original meaning is chrysanthemums, but it seems not that simple now and there is no solution for the time being;

The day rises and night comes out for the glass, which refers to the glass lamp in their hands, which can be broken and separated;

I ask you who is the evil flower, I have no idea. Is it considered the evil flower if I want to drink human blood? Even if I find a more evil flower, then? This is never a play of hide and seek.

The two had no clue about cracking the illusion and could not hold on for a few days after cutting each other's blood. It was a dilemma.

"No." She still insisted on her original point of view, "I won't leave, the bet is related to Wanshui Pavilion. I will never give up until the last moment, you can go."

Qiao Ping was not surprised at all, so he put away the light and said, "Okay, then let's try again. Let's start with the simplest, let's find the most evil flower."

Ting Lan held his hand: "You go, it has nothing to do with you."

"How could I leave if you don't leave?" Qiao Ping shook his head, "Stop talking stupid."

Yin Miaomiao hid in an extremely huge lily. She watched Qiao Ping and Ting Lan leave in the distance, and then slowly turned off the fire and hid in the flower room.

The pure white flowers allowed her to walk around, as quiet as a chicken, as if she was a quiet and beautiful girl. She stretched and lay comfortably on the soft petals, thinking to herself that she was a mando.

Luo has only one advantage, and he no longer has to walk around the flowers.

If you want to seek revenge, this flower is simply a sign-in.

It’s not that Yin Miaomiao had never thought about finding Xiao Lihua. In the whole illusion, she can be considered an enemy. But will she die if she stabs Xiao Lihua? There is a great probability that she won’t, but she will have this in the succession.

Revenge flower.

With her personality, she will definitely be in trouble without any mercy.

"This illusion is weird." She raised her arms and stared at Mandala, "I have no clue at all, am I thinking it a bit wrong?" 166 Reading Network