The magician saw three people in the green grass from a distance. They were handsome men and beautiful women, as beautiful as a richly painted scroll.
He raised his eyebrows lightly and met Yuan Qingli's eyes with a half-smile, but his meaning was unclear.
The eye contact was so short that Yuan Qingli didn't even have time to match it.
The magician walked up to Huang He.
Less than two days later, the man with a leadership style who had been standing at the door earlier had sinister eyes, with bloodshot eyes extending outward like lines. His cheeks, collar, shoulders, and arms were stained with varying degrees of blood.
Especially his hands were no less than soaked in blood, dripping red liquid continuously.
Scary red.
"You are very lucky." The magician said meaningfully as he approached Huang He.
Huang He, whose shoulders seemed to have lost all strength, raised his head tiredly and coldly, staring at the magician in front of him: "Do you know Cha Baibai? Do you know him?"
"Well……"
The magician tilted his head and thought for a moment, his silver hair flowing out like silk.
His eyes were gentle and clear: "Cha Baibai? He's just an unfamiliar colleague. Our bodies are not suitable for each other."
"It's just that you have lost something important. I can understand it because of your anger. But if you want to kill Cha Baibai, you don't have the ability yet."
As if he felt that he had said too much, the magician shut his mouth.
Start doing his job.
The slender fingers wearing white gloves clenched slightly, and two fresh rose flowers fell into his palm.
The magician smiled slightly and said, "Dear sir, I give you two roses. I wish you a happy and wonderful night."
Seeing that the man with silver hair and golden eyes in front of him couldn't give him the answer he wanted, Huang He's eyebrows became colder, as if they were tempered with ice.
He moved sideways to avoid running into the magician.
He raised his hand and waved away the two roses that were stretched out.
Although they bloomed beautifully and brightly, in his eyes, they were still as stinky and disgusting as the bouquet of roses Jin Mist had given him that morning.
"I don't want it, get out." He spat in a vicious voice and spat on the magician's face, which was mixed with blood.
The magician turned his head to avoid it, but the turbid liquid still hit his clothes.
Even so, the magician was not angry.
His thin lips were slightly parted, but his smile was still so beautiful that it eclipsed the world.
"Dear sir, I give you two roses. I wish you a happy and wonderful night. Please accept them."
There are three more words than the previous sentence, but it has an undeniable sense of oppression.
Theater trio:? ? ?
Damn it, you are so good-tempered and even gave me two flowers!
So they spent that day lying there in vain?
Is it true that as long as you meet a magician, you will be given flowers?
What a scumbag behavior, is it for both men and women?
Yuan Qingli rubbed her temples, distracted from her thoughts.
She turned around and looked, walked into the cabin behind her, found a clean cup and poured some water into it.
Walking out of the hut again, Huang He's screams filled his ears.
At this moment, he was folded to the ground in an extremely weird posture by the magician, and his neck was pinched by strong fingers, pinching out twisted veins.
Huang He was forced to raise his head, and his red eyes seemed to have a slowly inflating balloon.
"What happened?" Yuan Qingli was slightly dumbfounded.
"Huang He rejected the magician's rose..." Lu Xingyun explained, with an undercurrent in his eyes.
Along the narrow path, the magician's silver hair grew like vines, falling all the way to his calves.
His beautiful long hair was fluttering in the wind. He took off his white gloves, and his right hand was a skeleton hand made of fine bones and glowing with the texture of white jade.
The magician tilted his head and raised his thin lips into a cruel smile.
Only then did Yuan Qingli see his eyes turn crimson!
Like a fairy or a demon.
"I don't know what's good or bad." His tone was colder than the polite and gentle tone before, with a hint of insensitive evil. "I hate it when others reject me. I also hate it when it appears in this way."
The magician's eyes were cold and unsmiling, but there was a smile on his lips, aloof and slight.
