Suddenly, a stronger fragrance of flowers wafted in, enveloping her, relieving her discomfort, her mind suddenly cleared, Huo Ran turned her head, and a huge ghost flame flower appeared behind her at some point.

Ye Fan was so frightened by this suddenly out of nowhere, even taller than her that the Spirit Flame Flower sat down, blinked his eyes, tilted his head, and looked at the flower branch that jumped back two steps like a naughty child, as if he was also frightened.

Compared to this Wraith Flame Flower, she was as small as an ant.

Ye Fan already felt that she might be in a dream at this time, so the appearance of such a huge ghost flame flower that would never appear in reality did not make her feel strange.

She thought of the bud light curtain that suddenly shot out between her eyebrows when she was fighting against the mysterious black fog, and this ghost flame flower was still in a budding state, could it be that the bud of her eyebrows entered her dream? Or did she come to the world of buds in her dream?

Ye Fan stood up and turned around the flower branch, and the flower bud also hung down towards her, so that she could see that the flower bud had already unfolded a petal, and another one was also in a state of wanting to open and rest.

"Hey, what's that?" When the bud drooped and wanted to play with her, Ye Fan caught a sharp glimpse of something on the petals.

As soon as her mind moved, she floated without wind, and when she was level with the buds, the things on the petals came into her eyes.

"Why is there a child sleeping here?" Ye Fan looked at the little boy lying on the petals on his back in surprise.

He was dressed in a silk red robe, his long black hair was lying across the petals, his small hands were folded on his abdomen, his little face was round and fluttering, his eyes were closed, and he was sleeping peacefully.

Ye Fan's gaze was fixed on his face, and his dark eyes lit up, as if he had suddenly discovered some rare treasure.

"Ah, why is this little boy so much like that bastard of the Stygian Nine? Could it be a pearl in the sea?" Ye Fan squatted beside the sleeping little boy, and when he said this, he quickly shook his head and said: "That guy in the Styx Nine is so clumsy that he even chases the girl, he will only anger people, how can any woman be willing to give birth to him." ”

After speaking, Ye Fan also snorted a few times, quietly stretched out a finger to poke his brow, and said with emotion: "This is the nine babies in my mind, the bastard nine balls of the Nine Stars will only make me angry." ”

At this moment, the little boy's closed eyes suddenly opened, and a purple glow swept through his eyes.

Ye Fan poked and poked, and found that the little boy under his command opened his eyes, and a pair of purple eyes were very beautiful, which made her look directly into the gods.

The little boy was still a little confused in his eyes, his long eyelashes blinked, Ye Fan blinked, and the two looked at each other.

Ye Fan came back to his senses and quickly withdrew his hand, but he leaned his face closer, with a soft and kind smile on the corner of his mouth, and said softly: "Little friend, who are you?

The little boy was about to speak, but his whole body stiffened by her approach, the confusion in his eyes quickly faded, replaced by shyness and joy, and his cheeks were flushed with a faint flush, and even the roots of his ears were flushed.

Ye Fan saw that an old mother's heart was hit like this, and she was almost killed by the cute appearance of the little boy, and this little boy looked like a miniature version of the Dead Nine, which made her feel kind and affectionate when she saw it, and couldn't help but bring her face closer, staring at his reddened cheeks, and resisting the urge to rub a few handfuls with her hands.

The breath that came to his face that belonged to a woman, the little boy's face turned even redder, and he said shyly: "You, what do you want to do?" The milk voice was soft and cute, like a little lady who was being teased.

Ye Fan finally couldn't help but stretch out his evil hand, put it on his white and tender little face, rubbing it like a bully who was molesting a woman from a good family, and said with a smile: "Little cutie, what do you say I want to do?"

The little boy's little face was rubbed into shape, but he still let her do it, without the slightest intention of stopping it, hearing her words, his already flushed face became even more red, his purple eyes drooped shyly, and he said in a milky voice, "You and I haven't married yet, haven't we...... In a hurry?"

Ye Fan rubbed his movements for a moment, and looked at the little boy in surprise, the light in his eyes flickered, which made the little boy look hot, twisted it, and said in a milky voice; "Then, if you really want to...... I can ......."

The look of surprise in Ye Fan's eyes was even worse, he raised his hand, patted his forehead gently, and chuckled: "You little brat, who taught you these messes, they look like bastard nine balls, is this head melon also produced by the same style? Brain circuits are always so weird?"

As she spoke, she withdrew her hand and touched her smooth chin, her dark eyes stared thoughtfully at this miniature version of the face of the Nine Dead, and said suspiciously: "You won't be the Nine Immortals, right?

The little boy saw that she withdrew her hand and moved away from him, and his purple eyes crossed with pity and loss.

Hearing her words and the look of doubt in her eyes, and remembering her closeness to him just now, her eyes moved, and she sat up, her red robe moved with it, her long eyelashes were like two butterfly wings, she tilted her head, and said in a milky voice: "Who is Ming Jiu?" Sister, who are you?"

As soon as these words came out, the hesitation in Ye Fan's eyes faded, squatted next to him, stretched out his hand, and smiled softly and amiably: "Ming Jiu is a bastard, don't pay attention to it, my name is Ye Fan, what is your name, little friend?"

"My name is Nine Baby. The little boy also stretched out his hand, and put his chubby little hand into her palm, and the smile on his face couldn't help but deepen, revealing two cute little dimples.

"Nine Babies?" Ye Fan paused for a moment in shaking hands with him, he was also called Nine Babies? Could this really just be a dream of hers? Because she was too obsessed with the Nine Babies she had imagined, she would construct a miniature version of the Nine Babies in her dreams.

But this dream is all too real.

The floral fragrance of the Wraith Flame Flower and the touch on the face of Jiu Baobao are as real as reality.

"Hmm. The little boy seemed to see through Ye Fan's thoughts, his clever eyes rolled again, and he said in a cute childlike voice: "This is the flower soul world of the Wraith Flame Flower, I, I am the flower soul." ”

As soon as the little boy finished speaking, the buds shook, and a faint white mist erupted from the center of the flower, bringing a rich floral fragrance, like an angry bull spewing white gas.

As soon as the buds moved, the petals under their feet swayed.

Ye Fan stood unsteadily, the tip of his nose suddenly jumped into an intoxicating fragrance of flowers, and suddenly seemed to be drunk, dizzy, his steps were floating, and he was unsteady on his feet, so he fell off the petals, and his consciousness fell into boundless darkness.