Chapter 164: Where Are You a Demon?

"Mother, are you the mother?"

The little Mu Guihong stood in the empty hall, his little hands dragging the dress of a slender woman. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

He didn't remember the appearance of the queen mother, but he still grabbed the woman in front of him for the first time, because she had a smell that only the queen mother had.

Although the queen mother is a woman, she does not love those fragrant and powdery, she only loves the purple iris in the flower garden, and often takes her personal maid to collect the dew on the iris when the sun is just rising to make perfume, so in his memory there is a faint fragrance on the mother's body that will linger.

But now, the person he was holding with all his might didn't even look back, just looked at him indifferently, without a trace of expression on his face.

But even so, like a drowning man, he did not give up everything he could hold on to.

"Queen mother, I'm Hong'er, Hong'er misses her mother." The little Mu Guihong's voice was glutinous, echoing in this empty hall.

The woman in front of her leaned down, snatched her dress from Mu Guihong's hand, and said lightly at the corner of her mouth: "The little ghost can see clearly, I am not your queen mother, your queen mother has long been in the grave, and the mourning family doesn't want to raise other people's children out of thin air." ā€

As soon as he heard that the woman in front of him was not his mother, Xiao Guihong's expression became even more excited: "No! You are my queen mother, you have the fragrance of the queen mother, how can you not be the queen mother? ā€

"Scent? Oh, you mean this? The woman took out a white jade glass bottle from her purse and threw it into his hand: "Little ghost, this is the fragrance you want, right?" Let me tell you, this is what your father rewarded me, and the queen's mourning family said that she wanted your father to give it, and you said that your dead ghost queen mother is comparable to the mourning family? The woman burst out laughing.

Xiao Guihong looked at the somewhat hideous face of the woman opposite who was smiling, and without saying a word, his little hand tightly grasped the glass bottle, which was the queen mother's thing, and no one could give it.

The woman seemed to see what he was thinking, so she bent down and tried to take the bottle from the child's hand again, but the child used all her strength this time, and the woman broke left and right, and the bottle loosened slightly.

Seeing that victory was in sight, Xiao Guihong suddenly let go of his hand, and the glass bottle crossed a beautiful parabola in the air, and shattered in half on the ground with a snap, and a rich fragrance of irises rushed to his face.

"Little rabbit cub, you dare to smash the fragrance that His Majesty gave to the palace, I don't think you want to live!" The woman's face was hideous, and she pounced on Xiao Guihong, about to give him some color.

But at this time, Xiao Guihong just stood there quietly, picked up a piece of broken glass, and waved his fingers, and big drops of blood flowed down, drip by drop along his brocade clothes to the ground, and melted with the scattered incense on the ground.

The smell of blood blends with the smell of irises, and there is an indescribably fishy sweet taste.

The corners of Xiao Guihong's mouth hooked slightly, and he looked at the woman opposite and smiled silently: "Where did you come from, you dare to appear in the dream of this prince, and you still want to pretend to be my mother, I think you really don't want to live!" ā€

The woman opposite frowned slightly, and looked at Xiao Douding in front of her in disbelief: "How do you know?" I thought my illusion was seamless, and there could be no flaws, huh? ā€

"Hmph, it's really whimsical that you still want to deceive Prince Ben with your measurements! But since you want to know, I can tell you, but you're going to get us all out. Mu Guihong looked at this "person" who appeared in the illusion with a little mockery, he knew that Gu Qi must have also fallen into the environment, and the only thing that could help them was the woman in front of him.

Besides, this person doesn't seem to hurt them, otherwise he could have killed them as early as when they started to get lost, and they wouldn't have been playing for so long as if they were acting.

The woman listened to Mu Guihong's words and giggled: "You are quite confident, but this illusion is naturally formed by the Valley of Loss, unless the person who falls into the illusion awakens by himself, no matter who he is, he will stay in this illusion for the rest of his life!" ā€

In this way, this woman is not the controller of the illusion, and at this moment, Qiqi must have fallen into a different illusion from him, but I don't know what her current situation is.

"What? You don't want to know where you've failed, do you? Mu Guihong curled the corners of his lips and chuckled: "Such a clumsy illusion, let alone me, even if anyone comes, you can't even think of trapping them!" ā€

Mu Guihong said it seriously, but the woman opposite began to hesitate: "Is this really the case?" Tell me what I'm not doing well. If you're right, I'll tell you the secret way to crack the illusion! ā€

"Is that true?" He is not a two- or three-year-old child, not to mention that they are not familiar with the life here, if they are on the road, it will be difficult to get out of trouble.

Seeing that he didn't believe it, the woman was happy: "You people are really strange, don't say you don't give up, say you don't believe it, do you think we are the same as you, face to face and behind the scenes?" ā€

Mu Guihong looked at her, crossed his arms and smiled: "Okay, then I'll tell you, it's just ...... If you don't keep your word, I will kill you even if I don't want this life, and you'd better believe what I say. When he said the end, his face was pale, and his eyes were full of cold light, but he really had a feeling of decisiveness.

The woman looked at him quietly and nodded slightly.

Seeing this, Mu Guihong said: "At first, your illusion was indeed very good, both your voice and your figure were very similar to the queen mother in my impression, and I was really confused at the beginning...... But," Mu Guihong's voice suddenly raised, and the emotions that were still a little nostalgic just now disappeared in an instant: "However, the appearance of Ming Guifei that you should not imitate the most, let alone take that incense **** to obey." ā€

"Isn't that the smell of that fragrance wrong?" The woman asked.

Mu Guihong sniffed, slightly hooked the corners of his lips and said, "The taste of this iris is very pure, there is nothing wrong with it." ā€

"And how did you find out?"

"Hehe," Mu Guihong looked at the glass bottle shattered into dregs on the ground and said, "It's because the taste is too pure, it's not right!" Because the fragrance made by my mother is not only the smell of irises, but also the flavor of it, although I don't know how you know that my mother likes irises, but the smell of this fragrance is not right. ā€

"Tell me, what's in there?" Hearing this, the woman seemed to know what her question was, but now she only wanted to know the answer.

"In addition to the dew on the irises, there is also a taste of woody fragrance in the fragrance made by my mother, because my father loves wood, so in the fragrance made by my mother, there is also a woody fragrance."

"Oh, I see." The woman thought about it carefully, but she didn't pay attention to Mu Guihong.

"Now that I'm done, tell me how to crack the illusion, or ...... Hehe......"

―――――― (To be continued.) )