: 3125 bloodthirsty jade juvenile (2)

The sparkling light like Yingying is floating in the air with the swaying of the flower buds.
Create a fascinating and dreamlike aesthetic.
Zhiyu almost looked at it, couldn't help but scream and shouted, "Beautiful flowers!"
Even if it is just a flower, it is so brilliant.
If it blooms, what kind of glory will be.
Linglong Island is also considered a flower everywhere. How has she never seen it before?
Zhiyu’s exclamation, naturally, alerted the teenager.
It also seemed to alarm the flower that swayed gently in the wind.
Then, as soon as I watched the pink flowerbed, black spots began to appear.
More and more, dense, until the entire flowering branch is covered.
In the end, the flowers withered.
The boy with the red dragonfly stared blankly at the empty palm.
The gentleness of the face has turned into sadness and sadness. "After all... no way to succeed!"
Zhiyu suddenly panicked: "How... how could this be?"
She vaguely felt that it might be because of her own relationship.
Seeing the young man turning his head and looking at himself, he almost ran into tears: "Yes, sorry, I don't know why. I shouldn't say anything!"
The look on the boy's face is still sad, but he still smiles like a soothing smile: "It's not your business. This flower is not easy to feed. I have been raising it for hundreds of years, and I have not been able to make it a flower." Do you have anything?"
Zhiyu stammered: "Yes, it is Huang’s deputy island owner who asked me to come to Huaqing Hall. Please leave the village, Miss... Miss has a call.

"Oh, is there something for my sister to find me?" The young man licked his head and showed a confused look.
Zhiyu is a glimpse.
Is the teenager in front of the eyes of the Huaqing Hall unstained?
But she has never heard of being a blind person from the son?
Moreover, the people of the whole Linglong Island seem to be afraid of leaving the son.
It is a gentle boy who can clearly see the son of the present.
Just thinking about it, a smudged red suddenly approached a little.
The gentle and warm voice of the man slowly passed into the ear: "Do you like flowers?"
"Hi...like!"
"Is this good for you?"
The slender and slender fingers were holding a flower that was as bright as the red dragonfly on his face, and handed it to the front of Zhiyu.
Zhiyu’s round face suddenly rose red, and the look in her eyes was both shy and joyful.
"This... how can this be? How can I accept your things from the son..."
Less young smiled: "But I think this flower is as beautiful as you, so I want to give it to you!"
In the end, Zhiyu was still full of shame and expectation, and reached out and carefully took the flowers.
After sending out the flowers, the teenager seemed to feel satisfied, grinning and turning away.
Zhiyu stared at his back, his face covered with spring, full of shame and tenderness.
I couldn't help but bow my head and gently sniff the flowers in my hand.
boom--!
A loud bang came and the whole flower buds seemed to oscillate.
Zhiyu gave a scream of screaming and grabbed his face.
The hot blood mixed with the minced meat, flowing from her fingertips.
Her other hand, who has been bitten by a wrist, reveals the bones of the forest.
The delicate flowers that had just been held in her hands had already changed.
The soft petals are blown into pieces.
A large mouth is pulled out from the position where the original flower is located. Just lick it and chew it.