When the four pretty figures left, there were already four more roselles in the Yingzi fish flower basket.

Ying Ziyu shook his head and said to Wang Yuan: "They have to ask their names before sending flowers every time, it should be to tell the person who selected the son of God who his Roselle flower was given to at the sacrifice to the heavens seven days later, right?"

"Yes!" Wang Yuanjiao laughed, then put her roselle into the Yingzi fish flower basket, and then blinked her eyes and said, "Are you willing to give me your roselle?"

Ying Ziyu opened his mouth and was about to speak, but the cat's tail wrapped around his neck suddenly tightened, and then Lan Xiaoxi, who had been lying on his shoulder and did not move, directly grabbed Ying Ziyu's roselle and did not let go.

"Xiaoxi is good, I won't give it away!" Ying Ziyu touched Lan Xiaoxi's head and said.

Hearing this, Wang Yuan shook her head in disappointment.

And Lan Xiaoxi ignored Ying Ziyu, her blue pupils glared at him, and she seemed to be saying fiercely: If you don't give it anyway, then I will keep this flower for you!

At this time, a beautiful young woman ran to Yingziyu with a roselle and asked suspiciously, "You are Yingziyu?"

Ying Ziyu looked at the eldest sister in front of her, who was almost twice her age, and asked suspiciously: "How do you know my name? I don't know you!"

They said that there was a young man in red with a white civet cat on his shoulder, named Ying Ziyu, who was very handsome, and even better than the person in the painting!" said the woman with a smile.

And Wang Yuan also whispered to Ziyu at this time: "It seems that you will become one of the three gods on this Luoshen Festival!"

"No!" Ying Ziyu was shocked when he heard this.

Then the young woman had already put her roselle in the flower basket of Yingziyu, and then smiled at Yingziyu: "You are still so young, and my sister is embarrassed to ask you for roselle, but you remember not to give it to others easily! This is the third time I have spent Roselle, but I have never seen a little boy like you." You will definitely become one of the sons of God!"

Then, the woman turned around and left, leaving Ying Ziyu alone and unintentional.

In the end, Ying Ziyu sighed and said: "Forget it, you have your diamond diamond, and I have my demon suppression pestle!

When Wang Yuan heard him say this, she was instantly startled, and hurriedly said: "If you do this, it is tantamount to blasphemy! When the time comes, Luo Shen will not only not bless and favor you, but will also curse you! She will curse you for not finding someone you love and someone who loves you, and you will be widowed and lonely all your life, and finally end up depressed!"

Ying Ziyu's eyelids jumped when he heard this, and he looked back at the colorful, undulating face of the statue of Luoshen, and instantly felt that the whole person was not good.

"She, she... Is it really that ruthless?"

Although Ying Ziyu asked Wang Yuan like this, when he saw Luoshen's smiling mouth and half-open and half-closed eyes, he couldn't help but believe that she might indeed do that.

Then the smell of the face doesn't look good-Ying Ziyu muttered in his heart.

At this time, two more people walked towards Ying Ziyu.

Ying Ziyu quickly copied Lan Xiaoxi off her shoulder and put her in her arms, hiding it with her clothes.

The two women were both in their early twenties, barely as tall as Ying Ziyu, one fat and one thin.

The fat woman asked Ying Ziyu in a somewhat shrill voice: "Dare to ask you are Ying Ziyu?"

Ying Ziyu nodded unnaturally.

"That's not right!" said the thinner woman in a somewhat hoarse voice, "Didn't you say that Ying Ziyu had a cat on her shoulder?"

When Ying Ziyu heard this, he hid Lan Xiaoxi more secretly.

The fat woman then added: "Roselle is above, he will certainly not dare to lie if he does not want to be cursed." Like the winter melon grandma in the east of the city, the sweet potato grandpa in the south of the city, the Wang aunt in the lonely alley, and the fourth uncle Liu who sells vegetables in the market in the west of the city...... But it's all because of not abiding by the rules set by Luoshen, because of blasphemy, a typical example of being cursed and dying alone!"

After Ying Ziyu heard this fat sister tell so many lessons from the past, the smile on her face became more and more reluctant and stiff.

"That's the same!" the thin woman said, and threw the roselle in her hand directly into the Yingzi fish basket.

Then she and the fat woman turned and left. Ying Ziyu could vaguely hear what the latter was saying: "Mine won't be given to him, and he will definitely not give it to me anyway." If I stay a little longer, maybe I will meet someone with a vision and I will have a happy marriage!"

At this time, Wang Yuan patted Ying Ziyu's shoulder and said to him in a daze: "Let's go! It's not a way to stand here all the time, you can meet more people when you go to the street, as long as you have a flower basket in your hand, you may receive someone else's roselle!"

Ying Ziyu's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he glanced at the dozen or so Roselle flowers in the flower basket, and then calmly threw the flower basket into the boundary spirit stone, and in an instant, Lan Xiaoxi, who was sealed under his clothes, was also summoned out again, and was blatantly held in his arms.

Wang Yuan saw the corners of his mouth curl up, and said casually: "During the seven-day Roselle Festival, as long as you go out, you must take out a flower basket, and you will be cursed like you!"

Ying Ziyu heard the light in his hand, the flower basket was started again, and Lan Xiaoxi was sealed again.

"Then it's okay if I don't go out for seven days!" Ying Ziyu gritted his teeth.

"Yes, as long as you carry a basket of flowers to the street for an hour every day!" Wang Yuan said.

Yingzi Fish: ......

"Okay, I won't accompany you!" Wang Yuan said goodbye, "I also want to go to the street, there will definitely be a handsome little brother who is willing to give me Roselle!"

"Then you don't have Roselle, what if you meet someone you like?" Ying Ziyu worried, "Or I'll give you back that flower!"

"No, Roselle is all about love at first sight: Roselle has always taught us to do what we feel in our hearts. This time the flowers were given to you, it was my wishful thinking. If someone is willing to give me flowers, and I have feelings for him, I can only say that I have no fate with him, then I will wait for the next Roselle Day! Fate is precious, and it cannot be forced, and marriage is also destined by God in the dark! Roselle Day is to let us understand this truth. ”

After Wang Yuan finished speaking, he turned around and walked down the old stone staircase to the street under the ancestral hall with light steps.

Ying Ziyu was a little touched: fate is precious, and marriage is destined!

At this time, Lan Xiaoxi got out of under the placket of Yingziyu's clothes.

Ying Ziyu picked her up, put it on her head, and went out into the street.

He saluted each other to every woman who came up to exchange names with him and intended to exchange roselle with him, whether tall or short, fat or thin, beautiful or ugly, and then talked and laughed casually before leaving.

Slowly, Yingziyu found fun in this Roselle Festival, and understood why it is so popular with the residents of Crescent City - it not only adds joy and color to people's ordinary lives, but also allows passers-by who are strangers to each other to have the opportunity to contact each other, convey their inner goodness and beauty to each other, and make the city more harmonious and beautiful in the increased expectations and goodwill between people.

Ying Ziyu's eyes suddenly rolled, patted Lan Xiaoxi, who was lying comfortably on his head, and asked with a smile: "Xiaoxi, do you like Roselle's Day?"

Lan Xiaoxi opened her eyes when she heard this, and before she could scream twice, the roselle that she bit in her mouth fell directly, and then was caught by Ying Ziyu's outstretched palm.

Only then did Lan Xiaoxi realize that she had been put on a swing by this guy, screamed at a sharp voice, stretched out her claws and wanted to scratch him again.

Ying Ziyu was playing with Lan Xiaoxi, and suddenly found a wreath surrounded by dozens of women in front of him.

Ying Ziyu raised his eyebrows, and said in his heart: Should such a charming guy ......

So he walked over quickly, stood at the end of the crowd, stood on tiptoe and looked into the circle, and sure enough, he saw a slender figure in white clothes standing proudly, with his arms on his chest and a cold face, holding a simple long sword in his hand, and the whole person stood motionless in the circle, with a momentum like a rainbow like a holy sword out of the sheath, it was really crazy and dragging.

This person is the same person who also lives in the West City, Ruyu.

At this time, Ying Ziyu saw that Ren Ruyu also carried a flower basket in her hand, which was already full, but there were still many women who directly threw their roselle into the circle after reporting their names in the crowd.

Ying Ziyu compared it slightly, and found that Ren Ruyu received three times as many roselles as himself.

"Xiao Xi, let you see the cold male god!"

Ying Ziyu said nervously to Lan Xiaoxi, and then raised her high with both hands, so that she could see the surrounded people Ruyu.

"Very handsome, right?" Ying Ziyu said with Lan Xiaoxi in his arms, his eyebrows fluttering.

Lan Xiaoxi glanced at this guy like an idiot, and then directly shrunk into his arms and went to sleep.

When Ying Ziyu wanted to die, no one could stop him, he felt that people like jade should be buried by Roselle to be worthy of his figure, appearance, temperament and family background.

"Except for the three feet of snow on your body, who in the world is worthy of white clothes!" Ying Ziyu shouted at the top of the circle, and then ran away no matter what the effect was.

Then sure enough, some women were stimulated by these words, and took out the treasured roselle and were about to smash it over to people.

And Ren Ruyu instantly opened her eyes when she heard that voice.

Although Ying Ziyu deliberately shouted softly, he still heard it.

Ren Ruyu turned his eyes, and sure enough, he saw the red figure of Ying Ziyu running away not far away.

"I still want to run!"

Ren Ruyu sneered, pinched the sword trick on his left hand, and his body rose in the wind, and after crossing the crowd, he fell in front of Ying Ziyu like a sword immortal.

Ying Ziyu looked at the person in white clothes flying in front of him like a lotus blossom, and his footsteps stopped.

At this time, Ren Ruyu turned sideways to Ying Ziyu, with a handsome face and a cold gaze, and saw that countless young girls with spring behind Ying Ziyu were full of joy.

Ren Ruyuxing's eyes raised, glanced at Ying Ziyu's face that was not covered by makeup, and then said indifferently: "Turn your face away!"

"That's not good!" Ying Ziyu twitched the corner of his mouth.

Ren Ruyu did not speak, but reached out and pressed it on the hilt of the sword.

"Alas!"

Ying Ziyu sighed, slowly turned around to face the colorful flowers, put Lan Xiaoxi in the posture of a beckoning cat, grabbed one of her front paws and shook it from side to side, while pretending to be very happy and said, "Xiaoxi, say hello to these beautiful young ladies!"

To be continued