Qing Ben's black and cute demon concubine strikes

Chapter 660 Dear Baby, Dear Teacher (1)
This time the flower buryer finally heard her, and she murmured, "I want a daughter..." As soon as the words came out, her eyes gradually recovered, and tears finally slipped down in the blink of an eye, wet eyelashes, "I want a daughter..." Daughter, I want my daughter."

Zi Cheshu was silent, he had already seen the end of her daughter from the manager of the flower buryer.

"She has long since passed away." If he hadn't felt a little emotional because of the bumpy road to burying flowers, he wouldn't have said so much to her.

The body of the flower funeral man froze, and his face gradually calmed down.

"Yes, she is already dead." The words were very light, as if the speaker didn't care at all, the buryer lowered his eyes, not letting his embarrassed side appear in front of others, "What else can you give me?"

A blood jade appeared in front of her.

Zi Che wrote: "This is the blood essence of Mi Mei that I got by chance during my lifetime. You are of the blood of Mi Mei, but you are not a purebred. I can use this blood essence to help you."

The flower burial man accepted the blood jade without hesitation, "Thank you."

"You don't need it?" Zi Che Shu said, "This is the safest place."

The florist did not speak.

Zi Cheshu didn't force him to ask, and when he was about to leave, he heard the flower funeral man say: "My disciple is more suitable for this thing."

"..." Zi Cheshu glanced at her, and stretched out his hand to calculate with a blank expression.

Originally, it was only out of a trace of suspicion, but because I knew this was my last time, and I wanted to do something according to my heart, so I made this calculation.

Who knew that I really got an answer that was beyond my expectations.

Zi Cheshu put down his hands, "Your daughter is not dead."

"What... what?" The flower funeral man thought he had heard wrong.

But even if she got it wrong, she couldn't bear to pretend that she didn't hear it, and raised her head to stare at Zi Cheshu.

"This is the only secret I can detect." Zi Cheshu's expression remained unchanged.

It was only this time that the funeral flower realized that she had heard correctly. She could no longer control her emotions. She took two steps forward in a row and reached out to grab Zi Cheshu. The fingers of that hand had become extremely sharp, "Where is she?" ?Where?"

It's just that her hand passed through Zi Cheshu's body, without really touching him at all.

"I don't know." Zi Che's words ended here, and his figure faded before the eyes of the flower funeral man.

The flower burial man's eyes turned red and his pupils turned into vertical pupils. If Lingjiu were here, he would find that her changes were very similar to those of Qin Kai.

"Don't go! Tell me! Please, tell me!"

"It is the treasure that will save your daughter's life." Only these words remained in the air, and Zi Cheshu's figure disappeared.

The flower burial person was left standing there motionless, her expression fluctuated from joy to sorrow, and she suddenly became demented.

not dead……

Her daughter is not dead?
not dead!
For more than a hundred years, the injustice that had long been hopeless but could never be forgotten has come true.

The flower burial man felt that a spark had ignited in his dead mind, and as Zi Cheshu's words echoed repeatedly in his mind, this spark became more and more intense.

It was the treasure she obtained that saved her daughter's life...

A flash of spiritual light flashed across the mind of the flower buryer, and she felt that she was about to catch something.

The treasure she got back then was a peach tree, which was short but full of vitality, enough to revive a mountain range, not to mention the pure and incomparable majestic energy.

Peachwood...peach branch...peach blossom?
In Tianbei City, that...that figure that made her palpitate?

The flower funeral man clenched his hands suddenly, and his whole body trembled. She didn't dare to think about it any further, for fear that the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment, and she was even more afraid that if she thought too much, she would lose control and do something irreversible.

At this moment, she is no longer the ghostly florist, but a mother longing for her daughter, longing to see her long-lost child.

The time that I didn't find difficult at first seemed like a year to the flower burial person.

I don't know how time passes in the mountains, this is absolutely true.

Lingjiu received the treasure given by Zi Cheshu to repair the broken holy power totem. When she recovered, she didn't know how long time had passed.During the period, she went to see Song Xueyi's situation, and found that he was still holding the Severing Love Sword motionless, so she didn't approach him to disturb him.

While Song Xueyi was comprehending the vast knowledge of kendo in Zi Cheshu's life, Lingjiu was not idle.

She wandered in the ancient palace, and for the sake of convenience, she turned into an animal form, jumping up and down from time to time, those who didn't know it really thought it was a lost little beast.

Although the memory recovered, the memory of the inheritance was also deeply remembered in her mind, and she even felt that it was not an illusion presented by the memory, but something she had personally experienced, so some of the instincts of the monster race have also been integrated Lingdove itself.

Occasionally, she still likes to turn into a beast.

This palace is Zi Cheshu's territory, as long as he thinks about it, he will naturally not miss Lingjiu's actions, but facing this weird monster, he really doesn't know what to say, seeing that she doesn't mean to cause trouble (excuse me Song Xueyi), and let her run around.

Anyway, once Song Xueyi wakes up, everything in this palace will disappear, even himself.

His laissez-faire boosted the motivation of the spirit dove. Sometimes it jumped up and turned into a human body, and then it jumped up and turned into a snow-white beast. If someone saw that relaxed energy, they would definitely mistake it. Everything was regarded as an illusion of a fairyland-the ancient fairy palace, the beautiful woman smiled innocently, and her clothes were ethereal, but she looked like a fairy.

"I found it." On this day, Lingjiu stood in front of an unremarkable building.

Her nostrils trembled, as if she smelled something, and she said intoxicatedly, "Baby's smell..."

This made Zi Cheshu, who noticed her behavior, silent again, not knowing what to say to her.

Lingjiu was about to open the door and enter, but found that the door was locked.

She rolled her eyes, stared confidently at the door for a few seconds, and found a way to break through the ban.

"Stop." Zi Cheshu's figure pierced through the wall, blocking Lingjiu's path.

Lingjiu was not surprised, "These are ours sooner or later, what's the point of you stopping me now?"

It was the first time that Zi Cheshu had heard people say this so naturally that it didn't seem unreasonable.

Although in fact this is indeed true, but he has already stood up, so he has no intention of giving way to the other party, and said indifferently: "Sooner or later it will be yours, why are you sneaking around now, what's the harm in waiting until he wakes up to take it."

"I'm bored." Lingjiu shrugged, looking depressed.

Zi Cheshu: "..." Talking to her was indeed a mistake.

A gust of wind blew out from his sleeves, causing the Lingjiu standing in front of him to take a few steps back.

(End of this chapter)