The dense flowers were mixed up and down, and the black shadow of the Death Scythe swept quickly, bringing up pieces of flying petals, and on the other side, the so-called Nightmare had not taken out his weapon so far, and Emperor Xiu couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

In fact, he could face all this calmly, because here, he had regained his pre-sealing strength, but he couldn't help but worry about Mo Xiao.

He thought that he had fallen into a nightmare inexplicably, and Mo Xiao must have been in danger.

So he wanted to deal with the person in front of him quickly, and only if he succeeded in solving him, he could leave this place.

"You seem to be in a hurry!" Nightmare looked at him with a smile.

After some tricks just now, he clearly knew that Di Xiu did not show his full strength, an opponent who did not play to the extreme, even if you can defeat him, there is no way to affect his heart.

This was not the ending he had in mind, so he was not in a hurry to take out his weapon so as to expose more of his strength.

"Urgent? What do I have to hurry? "When facing the enemy, the most taboo is to be upset, and the question just now reminded Emperor Xiu of this problem.

Feeling the change of Emperor Xiu, Meng Jing frowned slightly, hesitated for a moment, and when Emperor Xiu was not paying attention, the weapon was strange.

Although Di Xiu deliberately tempted the nightmare to take out his weapon, the weapon was indeed magical, and after narrowly dodging its attack, Di Xiu had time to take a good look at his weapon.

It was a half-red, half-inky flower, just like the flowers in the sea of flowers in front of them.

"Seems like you're in a more urgent hurry than I am!" Unceremoniously criticizing the nightmare, although Di Xiu was curious about his weapon, he had not underestimated it.

There are no wonders in the world of the Seven Cities, and the most peculiar weapon that Di Xiu has ever seen is a seemingly rustic hoe, which is obviously bulky, but it is used as a killing weapon by his master.

In my memory, the master who killed people with a hoe was not as fast as he dreamed of, and now coupled with the light weapon, Emperor Xiu could not take it lightly, otherwise he would become a ghost in the sea of flowers.

Perhaps, if he can't even do a ghost, this nightmare may ruthlessly make him go up in smoke.

"Hmph, little trick, also want to escape from my hands, dreaming." finally saw that everything just now was Di Xiu's ploy, and Meng Jing unceremoniously shot again.

The red and black flowers, swirling, drive infinite killing intent.

Xu was staring too nervously, and Di Xiu was actually stunned by the flower.

Vaguely, he seemed to have returned to before, and he and Mo Xiao appeared in the auditorium decorated with a sea of roses.

She pouted and said: "There are only three kinds of the most beautiful flowers in the Seven Cities, on the other side of the Lethe River, in the teahouse, the Nine Heavenly Dreams." Of these three flowers, the Nine Heavenly Dreams are the most, but my favorite is the Flower of the Other Side. ”

"Is your favorite on the other side?" Di Xiu muttered.

The Death Scythe was brought in front of him, and his dark eyes slowly closed at this moment.

"Bastard, you don't want to die?" Mengjing watched in surprise as the flower in his hand stabbed towards Di Xiu quickly, and his heart was full of regret.

He is a person who everyone else does not do their best, and he feels that he is invincible, and now that Emperor Xiu has not even sent out the attack that he has blocked, he naturally regrets it.

Of course, what he wouldn't know was that this was another ploy of Emperor Xiu, he wanted to make Mengjing put down his biggest disguise and give him a desperate blow at the moment of underestimating the enemy.

It's just that what he didn't expect was that he closed his eyes, and Mo Xiao's not delicate figure was clearly displayed.

It was too late, it was too fast, he subconsciously learned every movement of Mo Xiao, and simply manipulated the Death Scythe to stab forward.

"Di Xiu, you know what? I've liked you for a long time......"

"Like? Have you liked me for a long time? Di Xiu muttered and repeated, he wanted to ask clearly, but when the Death Scythe and the red and black flowers touched together, Mo Xiao's figure quickly faded out.

As if it never existed.

"No, laugh, you're back, you're back!" Di Xiu desperately waved the Death Scythe in his hand, and his closed eyes never opened.

He didn't know that under his frantic blow, the so-called nightmare had already been split apart and turned into petals flying all over the sky.

Until his words were lifted to a pair of warm big hands, and a familiar and unfamiliar majestic voice in his ears, he never changed to teach: "The controller of the palace of the god of death has always been ruthless and heartless. ”

"No, Dad, that's not the case." Di Xiu shook his head desperately, he didn't believe it was true, so he didn't really want to become such a bastard.

It's just the controller of a palace, why should people be ruthless and heartless, he likes Mo Xiao, likes it to the extent of love, so he doesn't want to be the same as his father.

obviously has a chance to save his mother, but because of that damn ruthlessness and heartlessness, he gave up the only hope, so he didn't want to be like that, don't ......

"Don't!" Di Xiu's exclamation awakened his soul that was addicted to nightmares, and when he opened his eyes, the white jade teacup that caught his eyes made him unable to distinguish between true and false.