The flower demons who live on the other side of the underworld, they cultivate on the other side of the Yellow Spring all the year round, but whenever they meet someone who accidentally enters here, they will tempt them to stay according to their hearts. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

And today, the flower demon on the other side is too lazy to entangle the dragon.

There is no difference between such a person alive and dead.

Just let him wander!

At this time, in the palace of Hades, Hades was looking at a flower tree.

The crown of the flower tree is like a dome, and the size of the tree is so big that people sigh.

The huge canopy is shaped like a huge umbrella, and when you sit under the flower tree and look up, you can't see a bright moon in the sky.

Hades sat in a rocking chair and held a folding fan and shook it leisurely.

His face was still the appearance of a teenager.

Tens of thousands of years ago have passed, and the vicissitudes of life have changed, but his face has not changed.

However, he would rather be pale and gray-haired than spend this year alone with an ageless face at this time.

He resented Li Wei a little, and resented him for not letting him go out to help the war at that time.

He once thought that if he also died in that war, then he would no longer have to stay in this dark place like this.

The flowers on the flower tree are in full bloom, and when the Qingming blows, the petals of a tree flutter down, reflecting the clear light of the bright moon, and the beauty is gloomy.

On one side of the rocking chair was a small table with a fine white porcelain cup on top of which a thin smoke rose from it.

In the white jade-like porcelain cup, the amber tea soup ripples slightly, and it is a little like the spring pool full of water plants, which is lovely.

Hades reached out and took a piece of the pink petal, then put it to his mouth and blew it away.

The bright moon was bright, reflecting his lacquer-like eyes, although they were beautiful, but they were still a little sad.

I don't know if he's hurting flowers or hurting things.

Behind him a black bird flew in, and it had a stone in its mouth, which at first glance looked unremarkable, but when it came to the moonlight, it would see a glowing light flashing, and in an instant, it was very beautiful.

The black bird flew to Hades' shoulder, and then opened its mouth, and the little stone landed on the table, and after rolling a few times, it remained motionless.

The black bird still landed on Hades' shoulder, and Hades smiled, reaching out to stroke its jet-black plumage.

His hand was like a perfect piece of white jade, delicate and delicate, enough to make all the women in the world ashamed of themselves.

The black bird became much more docile as soon as it was touched by Hades, and after a while, it closed its eyes and fell asleep on Hades' shoulder.

Hades noticed that there was no movement on his shoulder, and knew that it was asleep again, so he reached out and gently took it off, and then reached out with his other hand to create a small nest.

Hades placed the conjured nest on the table, and then put the black bird inside.

After doing this set of daily work, he sighed slightly, the corners of his thin lips rose slightly, I don't know whether he was laughing at himself or being happy.

He stretched out his jade-like hand, picked up the tea on the table and handed it to his lips to take a sip, letting the bitter taste flow wantonly in his mouth.

After a while, the bird rolled restlessly in the nest, and then rolled on the hard table, but even so, the bird slept soundly, and had no intention of waking up.

The corners of Hades' lips still had a faint smile, like a ten-mile spring breeze.

He stretched out his hand and put the black bird back into the nest.

When the bird reached the nest, it was probably comfortable, so it rolled over, turned its feet to the sky, and went back to sleep.

Another gust of wind blew, and the flowers on the book fluttered down.

The pink flowers landed in the nest, covering the bird's slightly fat and round body, as if it had added a quilt to it.

The black bird didn't notice the good of the petals, but felt itchy all over.

It rolled over, spread its wings and lay down in its nest, and continued to sleep.

Hades looked at its delicate appearance and stretched out a finger to help it sweep away all the fallen flowers on its head.

In this scene, from a distance, I saw a beautiful man who looked as warm as jade sitting under the flower tree, and the petals fluttered down on his shoulders, and also fell on the black bird in the nest on the table, and dyed the black bird's body a piece of pink.

Hades glanced at the sleeping black bird, and then looked up again.

The bright moon in the sky is still clear, and it is pouring thousands of miles.

In a trance, he saw that in the moonlight, there was a woman who was trying her best to make a date, wearing a moon-white dress, and blending into the dissolving moonlight.

She waved her sleeves and danced, her posture was soft, like a white butterfly fluttering, and people couldn't take their eyes off it.

Her eyes were still so clear, like a clear spring, reflecting a shimmering light in the moonlight.

Her waist is like a wicker in March in the world, swaying in the breeze, but her face is incomparable to the flowers in the world.

Her face is so beautiful, like the most beautiful scenery in the world.

She suddenly turned around and saw him looking at her, and there was a hint of shyness between her beautiful eyebrows.

But he was so oblivious that he didn't realize that he was so rude.

She seemed to be like a desireless immortal, waving her long flowing sleeves and dancing tirelessly, without a trace of boredom.

She is not sad or happy, he has seen many people, all kinds of people, but he has never seen her kind of person.

She seemed to be more fit to be a fairy than he was.

He wondered who this woman was.

Where did she come from, what kind of family she was born in, and how she was born so desireless.

He wanted to know everything about her.

At that time, he did not know that he had moved his mortal heart.

So he walked towards her without hesitation.

But she suddenly disappeared and disappeared from his eyes.

He searched everywhere for her, but could not find her.

For countless nights, he thought it might be a dream!

Maybe he's lonely.

Maybe it was all his own imagination.

He scoffed at how he could be like this, like a mortal.

Wine after glass, but the sorrow has not diminished in the slightest.

After he interrogated those souls from the world every day, he would come here alone, and then look at the bright moon and stars, but his heart felt empty. He didn't think he could be emotional.

Tens of thousands of years ago, after he saw all the entanglements in the world, he cut off his own love thread.