"Pouring snow! Pouring snow! A small, clear voice called her name in the ears of Yun Dumping Snow.

Am I not dead yet? Or is it already dead, is this voice the call of the messenger of hell?

Yun Tianxue thought groggily, her consciousness gradually became clearer, her heavy eyelids slowly became relaxed, she opened her eyes, and everything around her was no longer the scene of the simple operating room before she fell asleep.

The various senses of the body with the revival of consciousness also become sensitive, there is a faint fragrance seems to be far and near, if there is nothing lingering on the tip of Yun Tianxue's nose, look at it, Yun Tianxue found himself in an antique palace at this time, there is a faint mist lingering under his feet, the crystal bead curtain sways gently with the wind, reflecting the colorful bright sunshine, everything is beautiful like a dream.

This is the kingdom of heaven, right?

Seeing where he was, Yun Qixue's first reaction was that he was dead and had come to another world

"Pouring snow! Pouring snow! Can you hear me? Are you awake? If you wake up, shake the branches! ”

Qing Ling's gentle voice sounded like a pearl of jade, Yun Qixue looked around, but found that the entire gorgeous hall was empty, she moved, wanted to look more closely, but was surprised to find that her movements seemed to be restricted, and always felt that something was not right.

Yun Tingxue searched around to find out what she felt was wrong, and a lark flew over with fluttering wings and hovered above her head.

Yun Tianxue's eyes suddenly widened, and the larks hovering beside her made her finally realize what was wrong!

Opposite her, there was a very clear one-person-high bronze mirror, in which the figure of the lark hovering above her head was clearly reflected, but there was no one below the lark, only a beautiful blue peony flower raised in a blue and white porcelain pot!

Is she really dead, otherwise, why isn't there an image of her in the mirror?!

Yun Tianxue smiled bitterly, and water droplets flowed out of her eyes, with unwillingness to her previous life.

"Dumping snow, why are you crying?" The voice of the clear spirit just now sounded again.

"Who are you?"

Yun Qixue looked at the air in front of him.

"Why can't I see you? Are you a ghost too? ”

"What the hell? Pouring snow, you're crazy again, aren't you? You don't even know me anymore! The lark hovering in the air landed in front of Yun Tianxue's eyes, and a pair of unusually black eyes the size of a bean looked at Yun Tianxue's eyes, as if studying her.

And from her small, dark eyes, Yun Tianxue only saw a blue peony flower.

"Snow?" The lark's beak moved, and the clear and gentle voice immediately sounded in the ears of Yun Qixue.

At this moment, there was a sound of shallow footsteps, and the lark fluttered its wings and soared into the air, its small cone-shaped mouth opened and closed, and a word drifted into the ears of Yun Qixue.

"You people from the Huamu Clan are here, I'll leave for a while!"

What's going on?!

Yun Tianxue was stunned for three seconds

If she didn't feel wrong just now, the lark who could only talk was standing on her hand and looking at her, but she had just seen clearly in the mirror opposite that the lark was standing on the stretched branch of the blue peony!

Then there is only one possibility! She didn't become a ghost after she died, but tragically turned into a peony flower!

Although the graceful and noble appearance of the blue peony reflected in the mirror is beautiful for a moment, Yun Tianxue feels that she still can't accept such a thing, how much hatred God has with her to let her die but she doesn't even have to do ghosts, she can only be trapped in a small flower pot to make a flower for others to see!