Chapter 1332 (1/2)

Ning Xuemo slowly opens her eyes and looks at xueyilan affectionately. She looks away for a while and looks at the flowers around her.

It's really beautiful. It's beautiful.

The infertile soil of the devil kingdom is not suitable for the survival of flowers. The cruel creature of the devil has never cultivated the elegant hobby of appreciating flowers, so the devil Kingdom has never produced a flower for thousands of years.

It's late autumn again, when all flowers are dying

In order to make such a large flower sea, xueyilan should have no less time.

She quietly watched the flowers, and did not know what she was thinking.

A beautiful to monstrous flower suddenly appeared in front of her. Then, it was xueyilan's smile: ”Momo. You see, this is your favorite flower. I picked some from hell... ”

In fact, xueyilan's words are very implicit. Which one did he pick?

He is pulling out all the manzhushahua on the other side of the bridge! That's why the bridge is still bare

Holding a large number of flowers, he hurried back to the devil Kingdom and planted them in his garden for people to wait on, * * * * nourished them with his mind, so as to make ningxuemo appreciate the flowers today.

Ning Xuemo reaches out his hand and puts the bunch of flowers in the palm of his hand.

The bright red pearl blossoms slowly at her fingertips, and the petals flicker like a bright fire, burning quietly in her hands. The red petals make her hands more white, almost without blood color.

Ning Xuemo looks at the beautiful to monstrous flowers. There is a flash of unidentified light in her eyes. Manzhusha in her hand leaves the ground and withers slowly at the speed visible to the naked eye.

A red light flashed by. Xueyilan reflexively wanted to infuse her thoughts into the flowers, but Ning Xuemo stopped her. She looked at the withering flower, and her tone was a little ironic: ”the flowers of hell should live in hell.”

Snow Yi Lan Leng Leng, finally slowly tighten her arms, bury her in her arms, tone has a trace of heartache: ”Mo Mo mo.”. I'll be with you in hell. ”