Just as Mo Xiao thought, at the end of the corridor, there was a crowd of people she had never seen before, and a sea of Lang flowers that she could only look at from a distance, the moment she walked out, the spotlight shone above her head, and she heard someone's exclamation.

What calmed her was that her hand was held tightly, and the warm feeling was familiar, as if ...... It's not like, but that he Di Xiu really accompanied her to this wedding.

Perhaps, God is still fair, it doesn't matter if the god of luck doesn't care about her, as long as the god of bad luck occasionally steals laziness, the person who should have been her, even if it is separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, will slowly approach her, until it is like now, tightly holding each other.

"Di Xiu, you like snow, right?"

Mo Xiao's sudden words, even she herself was slightly stunned.

Di Xiu naturally didn't give an answer, but just clenched her hand tightly, for fear that as soon as he let go, he would not be able to grasp anything again.

In fact, he should not hesitate to answer what he liked, even if he had never seen the "snow" thing, but he finally chose to be silent.

Because he remembered the darkness of the Death Palace, where he spent more than ten years in the shadows, but there was no dislike at all, maybe he didn't like the humidity of the Death Palace, but he loved the darkness deeply, because where he could cry and laugh as much as he wanted, no one cared about it, and naturally no one laughed at it.

However, when Mo Xiao asked the question just now, he suddenly wondered if he should crave the rumored white things.

"Oh, I forgot you're from the Grim Reaper's Palace, there is probably no snow in that place, I'll take you to see it when you do, and you'll love it after you see it."

"Really?" Di Xiu smiled slightly, knowing that his rhetorical question was too much, but he couldn't help but ask.

Perhaps, he was just for Mo Xiao's confident smile, and her funny appearance that she just didn't pat her chest to guarantee.

Pulling Di Xiu to find a place by the window and sit down, Mo Xiao was very happy with the roses around him, and after sniffing with satisfaction, he didn't forget to call Di Xiu a fine wine.

Looking at her familiar behavior, Di Xiu really couldn't believe that she had been isolated by everyone because of her bad luck.

"Dad once told me that tea needs to be tasted, and the same is true for wine, but wine is always used for anesthesia when people remember it." Meimei took a sip of the liquid in the cup, and Mo Xiao took the opportunity to reminisce.

Di Xiu's heart jumped, and he couldn't guess what she wanted to show, so he had to continue to be an audience anxiously.

"Di Xiu, did you like to drink before?" Mo Xiao didn't allow Di Xiu to be an audience with peace of mind, and just used the question to break his silence.

"I don't like it, it's just that you just said it, and when you think of it, it's always used for anesthesia."

"Oh, you also need anesthesia, I thought your past should be a fairy tale prince, live in a luxurious palace, marry a beautiful princess in the future, and then ......"

Hearing the word marriage, Di Xiu didn't want to wait, and asked worriedly: "Do you think you are a princess?" ”

"Huh? How can I be a princess, I'm unlucky, well, it's a thousand gold to say that the noble point is a thousand gold. As he spoke, Mo Xiao couldn't help but smile, secretly calculating that a few people would believe that he was everyone's daughter.

"Then I don't want to marry a princess." The words of refusal blurted out, and Di Xiu himself was a little stunned.

Mo Xiao just smiled, not angry or ridiculed, but got up and sat down next to him, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "It's okay, it's okay, although you are a god of death, you may not be a prince, and it's nothing if you don't marry a princess." ”

"Laugh." I always felt that there was something wrong with Mo Xiao, but Di Xiu couldn't see anything wrong, so he had to call her name lightly.

But his soft call was not loud, and the sudden outburst of shouts in the crowd completely obscured his voice, and he looked at the crowd in annoyance, and the pair of Biren were taking a sacred oath under the auspices of the priest.

Is it because of him? Di Xiu asked in his heart, obviously there was no wind, but he felt so cold.

"Actually, I just like him." As if answering the question in Di Xiu's heart, Mo Xiao muttered softly.

Di Xiu pulled out a bitter smile and wanted to say something comforting, but he could only reach out and wrap his arms around Mo Xiao's shoulder.

"Emperor Xiu."

"Hmm."

"Emperor Xiu."

"Huh?"

"Emperor Xiu."

"What's wrong?"

"I thought you were asleep, and I didn't see you answer me." Mo Xiao said as a matter of course.

Di Xiu looked up at the ceiling speechlessly, the same rose-decorated Lang Man, a little dazzling, even more prickly, but he had to pretend to like them, it was really terrible.

As if feeling the unwillingness in Di Xiu's heart, Mo Xiao chuckled in a low voice, and said flatly: "There are all kinds of flowers in the world, and there are only three kinds of flowers in the Seven Cities, do you know which three they are?" ”

Are there only three? Di Xiu was a little surprised, because he was curious, so he nodded honestly.

I expected that this would be the case, and Mo Xiao introduced with a smile: "The three are, the other side of the Lethe River, the teahouse here, and the Nine Heavenly Dreams, among which the Dream is the most, but I like the other side of the Lethe River the most." ”

"Really?" Di Xiu was a little happy, because except for the god of death in this world, probably no one would know where the flowers were on the other side.