The Return of the Phoenix

Chapter 133 Irrigation of Love Flowers
Leng Wuyou pursed her lips, looked up at Jun Moyuan and suddenly smiled, the smile was shallow, and there was warmth in her heart.

"Brother, will he come back?" The little girl nestled in Leng Wuyou's arms, her little face was upturned, there were tears on Jieyu's face, her black bean-like eyes were full of hope, because of the crying just now, her immature voice was a little a little bit at the moment hoarse.

"Yes." Leng Wuyou looked down at the little girl with seriousness on her face. At this moment, she also understood where the sense of disobedience came from when she first entered the city, because there were more women than men in Love Flower City. , Just like now, most of the people walking on the street are women, and occasionally there will be a dozen or so men walking, and all of them are in a hurry.

If she guessed right, those men became the sacrifices of the so-called Love Festival when they were still minors.

"Brother will come back." The little girl's eyes lit up, a smile appeared on the corners of her mouth, and faint dimples appeared on her small cheeks.

The man sitting on the side witnessed the whole process, opened his mouth, hesitated to speak, but looked at the happy little girl, he still didn't say anything, he just sighed secretly in his heart, and became a sacrifice It is impossible for the people who live here to come back, they will be shed blood on the Love Flower Festival to irrigate the love flowers.

At the beginning, he was also confused, why their saints wanted to capture these people as sacrifices, and later an old senior told him, "It is said that this is the curse of the first generation of saints in Love Flower City. When Tong Yang's blood is used to water the love flower trees, these love flowers will become human-eating demons."

"Could it be because of this sentence that you believe it?" He was young and energetic, and he didn't have any affection for the saint.

"Of course it's impossible." The old man shook his head with a complicated expression, "At that time we didn't believe in this so-called curse at all, because the saint was such a good person. Black shadows crawled out one after another. We call those shadows Heart Eaters. They only eat people's hearts. People who are eaten by them will become like them. Two-thirds of the people in Love Flower City that day They all became members of the Mind Eater."

The young man gasped, his face turned pale, "This..." He trembled his lips, unable to speak for a while.

The old man sighed, "Hey, I was able to survive back then because my old friend traded his life for it."

"Why did the saint do this?" The young man took a long time to hold back such a sentence.

"I don't know." The old man shook his head, "Perhaps the saint has her own reasons!"

"Don't you hate the saint?" If it weren't for the saint, those people wouldn't have died. Why don't you hate it?The man is very puzzled.

"Resentment? Hehe." The old man smiled, "If it weren't for the saint, there wouldn't be this love flower city, there wouldn't be us, and you juniors."

The young man was speechless, and finally he asked, "Then why didn't you just move out of Love Flower City?"

"Leaving? Do you think no one has thought about it?" The old senior looked tired, "We can't leave at all, as long as we live in Love Flower City, no matter whether his juniors or younger generations can't leave, once we leave this place After half a month in Love Flower City, they will come back involuntarily."

"How about leaving on Love Festival?" The man frowned.

"We couldn't even get out of the city gate on the day of Love Flower Festival." After the old senior finished speaking, he waved his hand, "I'm tired, you better go home quickly, lest your mother come out to look for you again."

The young man was silent, and walked out of the old man's yard.

Afterwards he gradually got used to it, got used to the Love Flower Festival every thirty years, got used to watching those female guards arresting people from house to house along the street, got used to seeing the heart-piercing heart-piercing of every relative and friend after being arrested, I am used to seeing the love tree being irrigated with blood, and I am also used to using the expression that the saint is the sky, the saint is the god, and the saint is good at everything, to cover up my cowardice. The habit is really a terrible thing Now, he no longer has the bravery he had when he was young, because he is afraid of death, he is afraid that those love trees will really turn into heart eaters like what the old man experienced, and come to eat people's hearts.

(End of this chapter)