The celebration was held during the annual flower-giving festival of the orcs.

The so-called Flower Giving Festival, also known as Confession Day and Flower Giving Day, is a unique Valentine's Day of the orc race, which is held in early spring every year.

On the day of the flower festival, men, women and children pick flowers all over the mountains to make garlands, and give them to lovers, relatives and friends, different colors of garlands represent different hearts and blessings, implying happiness and health, never separated.

Legend has it that the pure white wreath made by himself is worn on the head of the person he likes, and the other party accepts and wears the wreath more than 0:00 on the night of the flower festival, which means that the confession is successful, and the person wearing the wreath will always belong to the flower giver.

And couples who have been in the same heart, married couples, and elderly people who have been with each other for many years imply long-term love and inseparability.

On the night of the flower festival, the sea of flowers is full of bright nebulae, and the night sky is lit up by a dancing bonfire. All ethnic groups of the coalition army sat around the bonfire, and the table filled the wine table with vegetables, fruits and vegetables, and drank and was full of joy. Everyone, including the leaders of the tribes, changed into orc costumes, and when it came to the ball, more and more young people of all tribes held pure white garlands and presented them to their beloved maidens, and the frustration of failure returned to their seats with garlands to pour wine, and successfully danced in pairs around the campfire......

Due to the tradition of giving flowers to men and women to wear on the flower festival, most foreigners also follow the local customs, even if some men can't pull their faces reluctantly, they are often persuaded or coerced by lovers to make garlands by themselves, and then wear them for women at the bonfire dance with a red face, loving and envying others.

Music and dancing are dancing, the night sky is full of stars, and the sea of flowers in the distance is undulating.

Lan Yue sat upright in the banquet of the demon clan, the black orc clan robe and costume wore a small golden bell, the snow-white fluff on her wrists and neck lined with the black hair pouring down her waist was even softer, and her cold and beautiful face was filled with the light of the bonfire.

When the music stopped, a white figure stood up from the orc banquet and walked straight past the men and women dancing around the campfire towards the demon seat.

The pure white wreath in his hand is particularly eye-catching, attracting the attention of everyone around.

The silver bell was ding, the white orc short skirt was decorated with a circle of snow-white fluff, and the girl's soft and loose chestnut long hair was scattered on her shoulders, and she slowly stopped in front of the leader's seat, and her red eyes looked at the young man in the banquet, as if she was a little nervous.

During the banquet, the leaders of the two clans were talking about something, Lang Xuan was surprised and amused to see her nervously swallowing saliva, and gestured, Lan Yue slowly turned sideways, looked up at her, and was stunned.

Hanging the wrist of the rabbit down small silver bell, the fingertips slowly clasped the garland, and the pure white flowers were fragrant.

There was a commotion around the area, the chatter and laughter of the various ethnic groups gradually calmed down, the couples dancing around the bonfire stopped dancing, and everyone looked at this side like a huge witness.

"The ......"

There was silence, the center of all sights, Qianling's voice trembled a little in her throat, her face flushed, and she suddenly began to regret it.

The young man in the black orc suit in front of him slowly got up, his black hair like a waterfall poured into his waist tied with tassels and bells, and his slender and white hand was raised, and he took the wreath that was about to crumble in her hand and gently put it on his head.

There was a dead silence.

Then the screams and cheers erupted like a tide, and countless people stood up from the banquet, and the dense applause almost broke through the sky. During the orc clan banquet, Li Xiaoruo jumped excitedly and beat Hu Yu's head, and Li Xiaoguo next to him crackled and clapped with bright eyes, and Li Jing and Li Xi's whistles came one after another.

A bunch of garlands on Lie's head smiled and hugged the beauty in his arms, and he also whistled and laughed. In the angel quartet, Rosenbay wanted to applaud but was stopped by Nanayuan Hibiscus, and the two looked at the silent blonde boy next to them, and they were also silent. Only Qianyu jumped and jumped happily, his eyebrows and eyes were crooked, crackling and clapping, and the snow-white wings behind him were also flapping happily.

Qianling's cheeks flushed, and she looked at the person in front of her in a daze, and hesitated:

"Why, how can anyone wear it yourself. ”

Lan Yue walked out of the banquet, her eyelashes drooped lightly, and the snow-white flowers on her head floated down a petal between her hair, and the black hair was blown up in the night breeze, and the fragrant light fragrance was as intoxicating as the moonlight.

"How can a girl give flowers?"

Her face turned even redder, not to be outdone:

"Then you're not wearing it yet. ”

He gently took her hand, his fingers interlocked, the wind of the sea of flowers in the distance sent a blurry fragrance, and his red eyes melted in the dancing bonfire:

"If you send it, of course you have to wear it. ”

Watching the two holding hands, the whistles and screams around them came and went, the applause continued to increase, and the excitement of "kiss one" and "kiss one" became more and more dense, and became a neat and tidy sound tide.

Qianling's heart was beating clearly in his chest, looking at the silhouette of the person in front of him, the snow-white wreath on his head, the black hair curled with the night breeze under the wreath, the interracial dress decorated with warm fluff, and the small bell ringing softly......

The hand holding the hand tightened slightly, pulled him forward, wrapped the waist around the young man into his arms, and tilted his head deep into his lips. His long hair was curled with firelight, and the white wreaths between his hair were lightly fragrant, and the strands of his hair were also wrapped in a faint fragrance......

This time, the screams and applause were like thunder, and almost everyone in the banquet got up, and the whistle cheers swept the entire Huahai hillside.

"Wow wow wow, Mom and Dad kissed!"

Li Xiaoruo's little face was red with excitement, muttered and covered his eyes, and came to cover Hu Yu, who was smiling and applauding: "Can't see it, if you can't see it, Grandpa Hu can't see it!"

Lie Chongying choked on a sip of wine and almost coughed to death, holding the beauty in his arms, while carrying the grapes and feeding them into her mouth, he looked over there and sighed:

"Look, it's worthy of my girl, what a fierce offensive!

Li Xiaoguo, Li Jing, and Li Xi's three sisters and brothers opened their mouths and eyes, crackling and clapping, blushing and looking at each other: "When did she become so ...... Strong?"

"Wow, it's worthy of Xiaoling......" Longya covered her cheeks excitedly and opened her eyes wide, her eyes fell on the young man beside her who was calmly sipping red wine, and her face turned red and quickly turned her head.

The sound of music and dance, the shallow night breeze, and the bitter wine that blows inexhaustibly is like the influx of seawater.

Qingxuejing's short golden hair brushed up on his cheeks, he poured his sake up with his head up, the empty wine jar fell to his feet and shattered, turned around and staggered away from the table, and the two of Rosenbei and Qiyuanjin hurriedly followed.

The applause in the ears was thunderous, and the voices of congratulations and blessings came and went, forming a huge wave of voices......

Qianling hugged Lan Yue tightly, smirked and gently pressed against his forehead, and her eyes moistened in a trance:

"Put on the garland...... It's my people. ”

"Have you figured it out?"

He had petals in his black hair on his forehead, his long eyelashes drooped lightly, and his red eyes were deep:

"I've been yours for a long time, haven't I?"

Qianling looked at him fixedly, watched, smiled with satisfaction, raised her hand and gently grabbed the young man's long hair and neck, and kissed deeply. In the sea of flowers under the starry night, the bonfire illuminates the snow-white wreath, and the outline of his eyebrows disappears between the starlight and the firelight, and she is branded as a person.

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