The cane umbrella is placed aside.
The magician's steps are light and steady.
It was unimaginable that he was carrying a large sack on his shoulders.
The sack was about 1.8 meters long, bowed in a V shape, and stretched over the magician's shoulders.
The magician stomped to the middle of the rose garden. Among the red flowers, the flowers looked like dreams and the nightmares looked like flowers.
Sacks were thrown haphazardly on the ground.
He took off his long hat, took out a hoe from the hat, and began to swing it.
"I have a, a dream."
"When you grow up, you can sow roses."
"As you sow, you create a rose garden."
"There will be many, many flowers."
"Give one to the leader."
"One for you, one for..."
The voice gradually deepened into a delicate breath.
After digging the hole, the magician untied the sack, and the mysterious object in the bag finally revealed its true identity.
It was a long, burnt black object.
No, it seemed to be a section of charred dead wood with four branches.
The magician solemnly put the dead wood into the pit, and Bo Zijin's breathing suddenly became thicker.
"It's Du Ruoyuan." The voice was cold.
"What?" whispered in unison.
"His face is long and narrow, and his forehead is slightly protruding. I can't remember it wrong."
Who is this person? Do you want to bury Du Ruoyuan with kindness?
"One flower hangs, hangs in the sky."
"A flower hangs on...hangs on..."
The singing voice was masked by the sound of earth filling, making it difficult to hear clearly.
Covered with the last handful of loess, Du Ruoyuan disappeared.
The magician did not stop and took out another goblet from the hat.
The dark red liquid in the cup sloshed and shone with an alluring luster.
The magician took a sip with a drunken expression, and then poured it on the soil.
The three of them felt horrified because the loose soil began to move, as if something was about to break out of the ground.
Is Du Ruoyuan going to be resurrected or become a zombie?
Is there another game of Resident Evil?
No.
neither.
It is a green bud, emerging lightly and delicately, and grows up in an instant like Nezha.
Open bud, bloom.
Finally one flower bloomed - a rose.
One rose per person.
This garden...
……Several people?
Yuan Qingli thought of the rose flower she took from Lu Xingyun, but fortunately she didn't stuff it in her mouth like the sword fairy did.
Otherwise, she would feel nauseous and want to vomit now.
Bo Zijin pondered: "The man Jin Wuwu told us not to get close to..."
So close.
So is it too late for them to escape now?
He was about to turn around and whisper to Lu Xingyun. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Yuan Qingli wearing his coat and walking around with great momentum.
Stride. Go straight to the rose garden fence.
Bo Zijin's pupils narrowed. What is she going to do? !
Hearing the footsteps, the magician slowly turned around, and his face as beautiful as a picture scroll felt as gentle and tender as the breeze.
"Huh? I thought it was some kind of kitten, but it turned out to be a beautiful lady." Different from the weird accent when he sang, his tone of voice was cool and soft, which made people feel trance-like.
"Hello, Mr. Magician."
Yuan Qingli seemed not to have noticed his previous actions, her eyebrows were smiling and her voice was gentle and polite.
"Your rose garden is so beautiful. Can you give me some roses? I want to put them in the vase beside the bed. If you sleep like this, you will surely have sweet dreams."
Lu Xingyun and Bo Zijin looked at each other and read the same message in each other's eyes.
——This girl is a cruel person.
She clearly knows that every rose is grown by people.
Whether they are players, tourists, or staff here, they are still individuals, not yet alive. Don’t you feel uncomfortable in your heart...
Besides, magicians are so dangerous!
Why would she take the initiative to approach someone and ask for flowers?
Could it be!
Lu Xingyun suddenly reacted. The Orange Clown once said, "Rose flowers are important, but you can't pick them."
It's important, but it can't be taken away.
So, I want to get rose flowers.
They might be able to be opportunistic and play a word game.
If you can't pick it off, then use scissors to cut it, chop it with a kitchen knife, or step on it...
However, these are just thoughts.
The clown's reminder is on another level.
This means that they can only ask the owner of the rose garden to take the initiative to give them flowers.
But, will the magician agree?
