Chapter 113 (1/2)
Flowers bloom more and more, red, white, pink and purple, interwoven into a picture. You seem to hear the sound of petals blooming, like the slightly open red lips on a woman's pink face.
Pollen is blown everywhere by the wind, like colored autumn fog.
The cuckoo said with a smile, ”does it smell good? Smell more!”
”Poppy flowers are really beautiful and smell good, but they are poisonous!” Aoki sighed.
”Knowing that it is poisonous, how many people can resist?” the cuckoo hugged Qingmu's neck, leaned closer and closer, and the breath of speech had been sprayed on Qingmu's face. ”It can make you want to be immortal and die, so why care about whether it is poisonous or not!”
”Is there opium in the medicine pot you soaked?” Qingmu also hugged the cuckoo's waist, and the two rolled down in the flowers.
”Hehe, guess what?”
”Have you heard about Humen's destructed Opium?” asked Aoki.
”Huh?”
”A historical story tells you how to fight opium.”
”No one can resist the temptation of opium! Unless you don't touch it.”
”No, there's a way.”
”What?”
”A fire burned.”
Cuckoo giggled: ”your knowledge of history is not clear, and you do not understand opium. Humen did not use fire to burn tobacco. Lin Zexu used the method of burning tung oil, but the burnt soaks will infiltrate into the underground, so that you can extract it, so your burning method is not good, and opium is not burned.”
”But you are not opium, you are just a poppy.”
”What's the matter?”
”Poppies can be burned.”
”Hehe, do you want to burn me too? OK! I've already burned. Come on, hurry up...”
However, in the midst of the fragrance, the cuckoo smelled an uncoordinated and choking smell of smoke.
She sniffed her nose and looked sideways and saw that black smoke was rising in the corner of the wooden building.
She remembered the cigarette butts thrown out by Aoki just now. The meteor crossed the sky and seemed to remain in the room of the small wooden building.
The wind kept blowing in dead leaves from the window and gathered them towards the corner, just like moths jumping on the flame.
Where the black smoke has been smoked, the poppy flowers wither one after another.
”Fire!”
Cuckoo wants to get up and put out the fire. Once such a small wooden building burns, it can't escape.
However, she is now tightly held by Aoki, with her four legs intertwined. Aoki doesn't loosen, and she can't stand up at all.
”Hey! There's really a fire!” cried the cuckoo. ”I didn't expect you to break my incense skill in this way. You're powerful this time! Let go of me. If you don't let go, we'll be burned!”
Aoki looked at her with a smile: ”poppy flowers die, and being a ghost is also romantic!”
”You!” the cuckoo struggled hard, but couldn't get rid of it. The two people were like two * * snakes. ”What are you doing, don't move! I admit defeat! Oh, no... let me go...”
Her body trembled, and pleasure and pain came at the same time. She obviously felt wrong, but she didn't know why.
The black smoke is getting less and less. That's because the fire is big. The fire not only burned the dead leaves, but also the floors and walls of the small wooden building began to burn.
Everything here is combustible. There is nothing to block the fire or put out the fire.
There's still time to escape!
”Let go of me! If you want to be cool, I'll make you cool enough when you go out! But don't choose such an extreme method, okay? I don't want to die with you.” the cuckoo even began to beg.
”Who said I would die with you?”
Aoki's voice was lazy, and there was no burning anxiety at all.