The sun has risen.

On a platform of hundreds of meters, you can always see the sun earlier than on the ground.

The sunlight jumped over the platform railing and shone on the eyes of the flower god, and the eyelashes fluttered a few times.

She could feel the warmth of the warm sun on her body in the early winter, just like after she had just woken up, before she had time to reminisce about the sweet dream, her sixth sense of danger, which was quite acute, reminded her that she was still in extreme danger.

Extremely dangerous, from a pair of condescending eyes not far away.

Without opening her eyes, Hua Yeshen could "see" King Xuanyuan standing on the edge of the guardrail, looking at her coldly with his hands behind his back.

It's a rather strange feeling.

After people have just woken up from a sweet sleep, shouldn't they all reflect on what they did before going to sleep, where they are now, and what they should do when they wake up?

But why, as soon as Hua Yeshen woke up, he ignored these and only sensed danger?

She did not dare to face danger.

So, she didn't dare to open her eyes.

But the brain was racing and began to recall what it should have remembered.

Li Nannan left last night, and he didn't touch the girls who were prepared for him, and before leaving, he entrusted Lao Jin to take a message, so that she could cultivate with peace of mind, and everything else was wrapped up in him.

Without waiting for the god of flowers to savor the sweetness that had never been there, King Xuanyuan appeared.

In the end, she was completely unconscious in her intolerable state.

Being unconscious does not mean that you are dead.

Since the god of flower night is not dead, then King Xuanyuan will not let her go.

When King Xuanyuan tortured her last night, the playful look in her eyes made her shudder with all her heart.

At this moment, a young girl's voice that was obviously nice but had a metallic texture sounded coldly: "If you can't wake up yet, do you want me to help?" ”

Before the words of this voice fell, Hanayajin sat up with a thud and opened his eyes.

She was naked, without a single inch.

The frost in the early morning, after falling on her, put on a crystal coat for her, and her skin appeared more shiny.

Anyone who falls asleep naked on the frosty open ground will feel very cold and curl up in a ball.

Hua Yeshen didn't feel this way, and he didn't curl up in a ball, like lying on the most comfortable bed, hugging a brocade quilt.

There was no cold.

I don't have the pain I used to feel in the morning without opening my eyes.

Subconsciously, she looked down at Guan Yuanxue.

She was in unbearable pain, and it was midnight when she passed out, and now the sunlight should be around eight o'clock in the morning, which is more than seven hours at most.

But the terrible blue and purple lump on her Guan Yuan acupoint was gone.

It's like it's never bruised, smooth and white.

The point is, there is not the slightest bit of pain.

Suspecting that he might be dreaming, Hanayajin slowly bent his knees and shook his legs.

There was still no pain, and it was normal for her heart to beat suddenly.

The girl's voice sounded again: "Don't try, I've already cured the poison of the 100-day husband and wife in your body." ”

The delicate body of the flower night god trembled violently and slowly raised his head.

Standing in front of the guardrail with her back to the golden sunlight was a tall girl.

Black trench coat, black pants, black shoes, black gloves, black hair.

The black hair, fluttering like clouds in the morning breeze, hit the girl's face from time to time, trying to cover the eyes that were colder than this frosty morning.

This is King Xuanyuan.

King Xuanyuan during the day.

The name is still the same name, the clothes are still the same clothes, but her person has changed.

She has changed from a handsome man in the middle of the night to a girl who is more pure and arrogant than the Tianshan Snow Lotus.

Her bright silver hair turned ink-dyed jet black.

When King Xuanyuan was a man, he was the most handsome man in the world.

When she is a woman - if she says that she is the second most beautiful woman in the world, then there will never be the first beauty in this world.

Whether as a man or as a woman, she or he is the best in the world.

This is King Xuanyuan.

Hua Yeshen, who is quite conceited about his appearance, will have an indescribable self-shame in front of her, only glanced at her, and didn't dare to look at it again, swinging his right leg, kneeling on both knees, touching the ground with his forehead, and prostrate at her feet.

"Aren't you surprised, how could I relieve your 100-day husband and wife?"

King Xuanyuan, who came over, didn't even look at her, walked to the rattan chair by the pool, lifted the hem of his windbreaker, sat down, reached out and pinched a grape, and filled it into his mouth.

Hua Yeshen didn't dare to raise his head, and still maintained a kneeling posture that would cause a long nosebleed after the man saw it, and said in a trembling voice: "Humility, humility, thank you for the king's grace of not killing." ”

"I'm not as generous as you say."

King Xuanyuan chewed slowly and ate the grapes: "You will still die." Anyone who dares to betray me will die, this is the ancestral system that cannot be disobeyed in the Valley of Flames. ”

"Yes. Humble knows. ”

"You don't know."

King Xuanyuan looked at the eyes of the Flower Night God, and showed pure schadenfreude: "I just changed the way to torture you." I found that the way you looked after being tortured by the 100-day couple was so ugly. It's nowhere near as fun as it is when the mummy is attacked. ”

Mummy.

After hearing King Xuanyuan say this term, Hua Yeshen felt dizzy in her head, and a strong feeling of retching made her want to vomit out all her internal organs.

He raised his head sharply, opened his mouth wide, and the sound of retching in his throat was constant, but there was no intention of spitting up.

Hua Yeshen stretched out his hand, and was just about to put the middle finger of his right hand into his mouth to pick at the epiglottis, when a black shadow flashed, and King Xuanyuan, who was sitting on a rattan chair ten meters away, appeared in front of her ghostly.

King Xuanyuan squatted on the ground with his right knee bent, his chin slightly crooked, and his clear and dark eyes stared at her with obvious anticipation.

She is looking forward to the night god of flowers, and she can vomit!

How perverted and boring does a person's psychology have to be to be interested in vomiting others?

King Xuanyuan doesn't change his mind—at the very least, she's not very boring.

She was interested in the fact that the god of the flower was going to vomit, but she was only interested in the act of vomiting.

It's like you're interested in a frog that sticks its tongue out that long to catch mosquitoes.

King Xuanyuan's current appearance is his true colors.

She's in the Valley of Flames, and she's never seen anyone vomit, so she's eager to see it.

The index finger of his right hand, which was about to reach out to his mouth, paused, and then slowly put it down.

King Xuanyuan's eyebrows furrowed slightly.

Hua Yeshen suddenly stopped being afraid, looked up at her, and asked with a smile, "Do you especially want to see me vomit?" ”

King Xuanyuan replied calmly: "Yes." You hurry up, my patience is limited. ”

"Nope."

Hua Yeshen shook his head, almost word for word: "In the future, as long as you are interested, I will not do it." ”

With a bang, King Xuanyuan suddenly punched, and a punch hit her in the stomach.

The blood-red color quickly emerged from Hua Yeshen's face, and he lowered his head and opened his mouth: "Gross!" ”

King Xuanyuan punched her in the stomach, causing her stomach to regurgitate violently, and the fruit in the stomach pouch that had not been fully digested surged up down her throat as if it had been sucked wildly by a high-pressure straw.

After watching Hua Yeshen hold his hands on the ground, lowering his head and almost spitting out bile, King Xuanyuan frowned again and walked to the chair: "Vomiting, it's not too fun." ”

She punched and hit Hua Yeshen in an instant, and vomited for "appreciation".

I don't care how uncomfortable the flower night god will be.

"In the future, as long as I tell you, you will do it. Of course, you can be disobedient, but I have the means to make you do it obediently. ”

King Xuanyuan sat down in his chair again, thought for a moment, and cocked his right foot.

This sitting position is simply too comfortable.

She wasn't worried at all that Hanayagami would commit suicide because she couldn't bear the pain.

Just because, she was mummified.

Mummies, like the Hundred Days Couple, are all evil poisons that can only be held by King Xuanyuan in the Valley of Flames.

These days, the hundred-day couple has tortured the god of flowers and nights as better than death, but compared to mummies, it is the sugar water that children like to drink the most-

Mummy, when people hear these three words, they will basically immediately make up the appearance of the Egyptian pharaoh.

The internal organs are dug out, the stomach is stuffed with various antiseptic spices, and then wrapped in circles with special strips of cloth.

King Xuanyuan gave the elixir and jade liquid in the costume of the flower night god last night, which is called a mummy.

It's not that after she is swallowed this thing, she will become as terrible as the Egyptian pharaoh, not only that every day in the middle of the night, she will feel tens of thousands of red ants crawling out of her brain, crawling and devouring flesh and blood, and finally disappearing in the painful process of toes.

But she was after Heng's death.

If you can't think of suicide, or die unexpectedly, it's a horizontal death.

Once the god of flowers can't bear the torture, she really goes to drink medicine and hangs herself, and wipes her neck with a knife on the rails, then she will still be alive after she dies.

her body.

It won't be as terrible as the pharaoh who turned into a mummy, and still remain the same as before.

When King Xuanyuan blows a flute, the goddess of flowers will do actions that she doesn't know about.

Let's say killing.

For example, leaning on the door and laughing.

Imagine the corpse after death, and be at the mercy of others, it is possible to lean on the door and laugh, and the god of the night does not even dare to have the idea of death.

Only to live well and suffer from the devouring of ten thousand ants at midnight every day.

The painful time of being devoured by ten thousand ants is only one minute.

But it was just this short minute of pain, and as long as Hua Yeshen remembered it, even his hair began to tremble.

She would rather suffer from the torment of a hundred-day couple for the rest of her life than have a single episode of mummification.

"Why don't you speak?"

King Xuanyuan held a glass of wine, staring at his trembling toes, looking comfortable and calm.

Hua Yashen silently picked up the torn clothes, wrapped them around his waist, and slowly stood up.

"Come here."

Following King Xuanyuan's instructions, Hua Yeshen obediently walked over, stood next to her, and stood with his hands down.

"I gave myself a name, Yang Xiao."

Yang Xiao stared at the slowly rotating red wine in the wine glass and asked, "Do you think this name is good?" ”

"Good, good."

Hanayajin replied in a low voice.

"Three years ago, you said you bought me a case of national liquor that had been in stock for 60 years at a high price."

No one can figure out Yang Xiao's jumping thinking when talking, she was still saying her name in the last sentence, and now she suddenly talked about wine.

The god of the night with a dead heart is not strange: "Yes." ”

"Now I want to taste it, bring it to me."

"It's gone."

"Gone?"

The red wine in the wine glass slowly swirled, and after a pause, King Xuanyuan raised his head.

"Drunk by Li Nannan."

The corners of Hua Yeshen's mouth hooked up a smile: "Just last night, I gave him all the box of wine-"

Before she could finish her sentence, a black-gloved hand slammed into her face.