Concubine's Pond

The haunted house in the east of the city.

In the deep courtyard, white tung flowers bloomed all over the trees, forming a continuous stretch, dazzlingly white under the sun, it was as holy as snow, like a dream.

A burst of arrogant and treacherous laughter sounded in the house.

"Hahaha, a group of idiots who are greedy for everything, a haunted house, a haunted house... It's obviously because the owner who doesn't know who planted the wrong things in the yard by mistake, will make people die unknowingly, It's a pity that this piece of tung flower blooms so well that no one appreciates it. Haha...it can't be done, my sister is going to laugh..."

Yun Luoran, who was digging three feet in the dark with a green face from the Yun family, was lying and rolling on the ground full of weeds, laughing so hard that he almost twitched.

Originally, I heard the toothmaid say that anyone who stayed overnight in this haunted house would die suddenly, which was quite scary, but I couldn't help but looked at it curiously, and with just one glance, her eyeballs almost fell out, and even more so, I couldn't help but beat the ground. Laugh wildly.

Rape the sky, oh the sky, the sky!

Just when Yun Luoran was rolling all over the ground, out of breath from laughing, suddenly the wind blew up, and the tung blossoms in the garden swayed, and the sky was filled with rain, like light snow falling, and the fragrance filled the air.

Yun Luoran's clear laughter stopped abruptly.

Her body froze in place.

That face, which was so ordinary that it couldn't be more ordinary after changing its appearance, turned out to be as peaceful as a pool of still water under the autumn sun, except for a pair of shimmering black pupils that shone with a thrilling and strange water light.

At that time, when the wind blows, the tung flowers fall like this, right?

"Brother Xun..." muttered to himself with lips as white as snow, Yun Luoran seemed to see in the rain of flowers like light snow, a black-haired boy in black formal attire in the style of a British aristocratic gentleman, with an elegant and handsome face Walking towards him, those clear amber eyes were like intoxicating golden sunlight, making him dizzy...

"Of course, what classical dance do you want to show me?" The young man smiled lightly, his voice as elegant and gentle as jade.

"Jing Hongwu, Brother Xun." Yun Luoran couldn't help answering with a smile like a flower, a crystal drop of water slipped from the corner of her eye, and she woke up in an instant, and all the illusions in front of her eyes disappeared.

Only the white tung flowers fell lonely all over the ground.

She fixedly looked at everything in front of her eyes, and the sadness of vicissitudes of life filled the depths of her black pupils. Suddenly, she smiled, and the sadness disappeared, and she returned to the indifferent and arrogant arrogance that exuded laziness and indifference all over her body. With the cunning and evil Yun Luoran.

She lazily stretched out her hand to pick up a tung flower and sent it to her nose for a light sniff. She lazily turned over and sat up, her black pupils as calm as waves, "Brother Xun, don't worry, but I promised you that I will be fine." Live, live well with your share, no matter where you are."

Squinting his black pupils, he turned his head and glanced at the tulip-like blue flowers that were about to bloom among the large area of ​​various flowers beside the rockery. Yun Luoran put aside the tung blossoms in his hand and stood up, her cherry lips raised evilly, "Now, let me take care of the vicious 'murderer' in our new home."

The blue tulip-like flower was exactly the same as the 'sacred flower' she had seen in a poor tribe in Africa on earth. It was a very strange and rare highly poisonous plant.

It only blooms at night, and the faint scent of flowers can be spread all over the place. People who accidentally inhale too much of this scent will die in their sleep with a strange dreamy smile on their faces. No matter how you check the body, you can't find it out. He died of poisoning.But the magic is that if only one or two trees grow together, they will become the best soothing flowers, making people sleep until dawn.

It is said that if the quantity is too much, the quality will change, and the extreme of things will be reversed.If this thing fell into the hands of an ignorant person, it would be a reminder to Yan Luo, but if it fell into Yun Luoran's hands, it would be the main ingredient of top-quality wine.

Yun Luoran, who was busy squatting among the flowers, did not notice a black shadow flashing away on the attic not far away.

It is true that walls have ears.