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Chapter 1773: You can't die from picking flowers, Shura can live forever! (Chapter 4)
"Amitabha, little benefactor, we meet again."

The old monk put his hands together and said softly.

Qin Qingqing recognized that he was the old monk who went to the store to beg for alms back then. She licked her pink lips and asked in a low voice, "Master, may I ask you...... Are you a god?"

Even she didn't understand why she asked, but she seemed to have an answer in her heart.

The old monk shook his head and said with a smile: "There are no gods in this world, it's just... there is an extra boundary between people."

The little girl seemed to understand but not understand.

"Do you want to be a so-called god?" The old monk showed a kind smile.

Qin Qingqing was silent, looking at her mother who was sleeping on the opposite bed, she didn't speak, but gently clenched the quilt with a pair of beautiful pink fists.

The old monk looked at the dark night outside the window for a long time, and sighed softly: "I don't know how many sins have been deposited to produce such a pure blackness. People always like to find their evil side in the dark night."

"But blindly blinding the light, people don't care about good and evil. At that time, the light may be more terrifying than the darkness."

Qin Qingqing said in a low voice, feeling a little nervous about the master's rebuttal.

"You... are very wise."

The old monk stretched out his finger, tapped Qin Qingqing's eyebrows, and smiled.

The brows are cool and comfortable.

"You planted this flower?" The old monk's eyes fell on an unknown wild flower beside the girl's table, and his tone was gentle.

Wild flowers are not good-looking, white flowers, cyan stems, look very weak.

Qin Qingqing nodded her head, and her fair face was stained with a little loneliness: "That was a seed my father gave me on my tenth birthday, and I planted it, hoping that one day, my father in heaven will can see."

The old monk nodded, but reached out and broke the wild flower.

Qin Qingqing's pretty face changed, and she wanted to snatch it, but when her eyes fell on the flowers, she was stunned.

The flower has six petals in total, half of which are white, with a radiant glow, and the fairy air is flowing, which is particularly beautiful and moving.But the other half is black, covered with hideous patterns, infected by black mist, it is particularly terrifying.

"They are two people, but they are actually one person."

The old monk put the flower in his hand between the girl's eyebrows, and with a flash of golden light, the petals sank into the eyebrows and disappeared, even the stalks disappeared.

The girl touched her forehead, feeling a little dazed.

"Nianhua can't die, and Shura can't die either..."

The old monk patted the girl's fragrant shoulders, his voice sounded like singing, and a golden Buddha image appeared behind him, "From today onwards, you are the new Nianhua, and also... Empress Shura."

There is no end to picking flowers.

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The next morning, Qin Yang took Wangyou and Jiang Meiyu's mother and daughter to Tianhao Hotel.

The birthday banquet of the old man of the Qin family was held at the Tianhao Hotel, not very far away. It is said that many dignitaries would join in, and Qin Yang was also willing to teach that Qin Yuanhe a lesson in front of everyone.

"Qingqing, are you unwell?"

Looking at the sluggish girl next to her, Qin Yang said with concern, the little girl looked soft and weak, as if she hadn't rested.

Qin Qingqing shook her head, subconsciously touched her forehead, a trace of confusion appeared in her pure amber eyes.

What happened last night?
Why do I have no memory?
The little girl vaguely remembered what someone said to her last night, but she couldn't remember, she sighed secretly, thinking that she was dreaming and hallucinating.

"It seems that you have become a lot more beautiful." Qin Yang looked at the girl's face carefully and said in surprise.

Qin Qingqing's pretty face flushed, and she lowered her head shyly.

Qin Yang teased a few more words, rubbed the girl's head, didn't care, and led everyone towards the hotel.

...

Tianhao Hotel is one of the most famous hotels in Tianhai City.

The reason is that Ning Feier, the queen of music in the past, once held a birthday party here, and at the same time held a small concert, which greatly increased its reputation, and even foreign fans made a special trip to live here.

The presidential suite that Ning Fei'er once lived in is even more expensive. The exact amount is unknown, but it is enough to make ordinary rich people sigh.

Over time, Tianhao Hotel has become one of the top luxury clubs in China.

The old man of the Qin family held a birthday banquet here, and even rented out the entire clubhouse on the lower floor of the hotel, proving that his financial resources and influence are very high in Tianhai City, except for the Ning family.

When Qin Yang came to the entrance of the hotel, he saw rows of luxury cars parked in the parking area, which was extremely dazzling and shocking.

Many wealthy people or officials from the upper class poured into the hall in twos and threes, and there were even security guards around the hall to set up a special cordon, leaving a large open space to prevent anyone from accidentally breaking in.

"Hi, sir, madam, your invitations, please."

At the entrance, the handsome security guard asked Qin Yang and the others, but his eyes fell on Wangyou from time to time.

Although Wangyou was wearing a veil, he couldn't hide his dusty demeanor, which attracted many people to take a sneak peek, including some elderly people.

"Her name is Jiang Meiyu, and she is the wife of Qin Yuanshan, the second son of the Qin family. Can't she come in?"

Qin Yang said lightly.

"This……"

The security guard sized up the anxious mother and daughter Jiang Meiyu, frowning slightly. Just as he was about to take out the list to look it up, a hand as white as jade suddenly stretched out in front of him, holding a leaf.

"Here is the invitation." Wangyou said softly.

invitation?

This is obviously a leaf of your sister.

Qin Yang looked stunned, and Qin Qingqing was also puzzled, wondering why Wangyou took out a leaf.

It's just that the security guard seemed to have really seen the invitation, picked it up and looked at it carefully, nodded and said: "You can go in."

After speaking, he returned the leaves respectfully.

Wangyou put away the leaves, crushed them casually with his fingers, threw them on the ground, and went in with Qin Yang and the others.

"What the hell was that just now?"

After entering the hall, Qin Yang couldn't help but wonder.

Wangyou blinked her beautiful eyes, and said with a smile: "It's just a simple illusion, it's blinding, if it's true, if you want to learn it, I'll teach you when I have time."

"Amazing, amazing. It's better to teach more practical skills, so that I can play a few more times outside." Qin Yang put his arms around the other's soft and boneless waist, and said while licking his face.

"it is good."

Wangyou nodded her head, but her gaze inadvertently passed over Qin Qingqing, a little puzzled flashed across her.

The illusion just now confused almost everyone present, but only Qin Yang and the little girl saw the essence and were not confused.

Qin Yang was originally a fairy, so he should see through it, but why can this little girl see through it?

Perhaps because of a sense, Qin Qingqing raised her head subconsciously to look at Wangyou. The moment their eyes collided, Wangyou's pupils suddenly shrank, and she actually saw the monstrous killing in the other's eyes.

This icy murderous aura is Wangyou, who is an empress, and she can't help but tremble in her heart.

When Wangyou took a closer look, the other party had a pair of pure eyes, crystal clear, as if he just saw an illusion.

it's wired.

Wangyou looked away, and subconsciously moved away from Qin Qingqing.

(End of this chapter)