Looking at the middle-aged man kneeling on the ground, Xia You sighed.

Why are the villains he meets so sincere? Can't you learn from the villains in the online article, and if you can't beat it, you can go home and call your brother to call your father, and your master to call your wife?

Hitting a person behind a continent or something, is the serious protagonist treatment!

I knew that you were so cowardly, and it would be over with a fight, and I was worried that you would die and the net would be broken, what a waste of my feelings!

Taking the flower in the middle-aged man's hand, Xia You looked at it, it was a blood-red flower, and the flower was still in the period of flower bones.

He asked, "How does this work?" ”

"Put the blood in a container, then plant the flowers in it, and you're good to go."

"What if more than one person uses it?"

"Then the first drop of blood for a person."

"Anything else to add?"

"Every morning it is better to give a few drops of dew to the flowers, and besides, the blood is changed every month, and after a hundred years, it can not be changed, but it is better to keep the dew poured. As long as the flowers are still there, the owner of the blood will gain the trait of immortality, and if the flowers are gone, the owner of the blood will also remain immortal. ”

Immortality means not dying, and eternal life is only the length of life.

In short, after a stab, immortality recovers from its injuries, and immortality hangs up.

"How do you know so well?" Xia You pinched the flower branches, letting the flower bones turn around at his fingertips.

The middle-aged man was silent, and a haze cast over his face.

It's an uncle with a story!

"Sure enough, flowers are humans! It's the gods, and you've turned your shrine maiden into a flower! Aya came to the front of the middle-aged man, and she still didn't forget the legend of the flower.

At the age of girls, this kind of romantic love story with a hint of sadness is exactly what they like.

The middle-aged man didn't want to answer, but after seeing Xia You clenching his fists, he changed his attention:

"Yes, flowers are human. What are you talking about? ”

"It's the human beings who serve you."

"Men who serve me." The middle-aged man fell silent again, as if lost in thought.

"Is it really okay to spend it on us? This is what your shrine maiden became. Aya's sympathy flooded again.

The middle-aged man didn't answer, he also asked a question: "How are you going to use this flower?" ”

"For the villagers in the village, just like you."

"Me? I didn't give it to the villagers. The middle-aged man touched the back of his head.

Sure enough, the legend is a little misunderstood?

"Let's talk about it." Xia You sat on the side.

"A thousand years ago, I defeated a lion god and became the god of a small village." The middle-aged man said slowly.

Xia You listened carefully.

The middle-aged man's experience is somewhat similar to his own, he took in a witch maiden, actively helped the villagers, and also brought beauty and hope to the villagers.

But the good times didn't last long, a plague spread in the village, and the middle-aged man was just a god with power, without the slightest medical ability, he could only watch the villagers fall one by one, and tombstones were erected behind the village.

After half of the villagers died, the plague came to the shrine maiden, and thanks to his efforts, the shrine maiden survived until all the villagers died and the village was deserted.

The shrine maiden grew weaker day by day, and finally fell into the verge of dying.

"I took her hand, her hand was so thin that I could clearly feel the phalanges and veins, and her force was so light that as soon as I let go, it would slip down. I didn't dare look at her face, because that kind of face was no longer what I knew her. The middle-aged man lowered his head and said slowly.

"She was talking to me, and her voice grew softer and softer, and at last I could no longer hear the voice, and at this moment, the light came out of her body, and it was a red light, and after the light rose greatly, she had turned into a red flower, and when I looked at the flower, I knew its use and its name."

"The name of this flower is rainbow, and it is the flower of death that can bring eternal life."

The middle-aged man's words have been finished.

Aya was already in tears, Natsuyu was just a little sad, and Yuna didn't feel it at all.

Aya is still very naïve, although Xia Yu has not experienced it, she has read many such stories, and Yuna has seen and experienced a lot.

The heart becomes hardened through the teachings.

"We will definitely use it well, and it must be Honghong's wish to be able to make human beings immortal." Aya firmly assured.

The middle-aged man smiled reluctantly, his expression a little hesitant.

"What's wrong?" Xia You pulled the middle-aged man aside and asked.

"I remembered what Rainbow had said before she died." The middle-aged man looked into Xia You's eyes, "I'm going to put this flower on my body, and I won't use it for the rest of my life." ”

"What did she say?" Xia You frowned.

"She's cursing." The middle-aged man leaned against a tree on one side, and he pressed the weight of his entire body against the tree, "Curse your short life, curse the short life of mankind, curse disease, curse humanity." ”

Xia You can understand Hong, obviously having happiness that can go on forever, but because he is a human being, he has to be killed by the plague.

"It's fine." Xia You comforted the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man smiled reluctantly.

"One more thing, you also saw the tentacle just now, its purpose is the rainbow, but with your strength, no problem. I've got a thought out of it. ”

Saying goodbye to the middle-aged man, Xia You and Aya set out on the road back.

On the way, Xia You still looked at the flowers in his hand, is such a flower actually humanized?

……

A month later, the heavy snow stopped, and the long-lost sun showed its head.

In the village next to the Great Snow Mountain, a villager hurriedly ran into the village chief's house.

"Village Chief, the Great Snow Mountain has been turned into a snowy mountain!"

"Melted?" The village chief ran out of the door and looked at the snowy mountains in the distance, and sure enough, he saw a little green on the mountain.

He remembered the three of them from a month ago.

Did they do something?

At this time, Xia You and the three of them had already returned to Dawan Village and were gathering the villagers.

Aya holds a large bowl and collects the blood of the villagers.

"God-sama, can this really make us immortal?" The new village chief hoof asked Xia You.

Xia You looked at the strong man, for the hardworking and helpful tree, he was willing to forget his gender and chat.

"Probably yes, just test it after the blood drop."

"That's great so I can keep working!"

Like Natsuyu, Aya also faced the inquiry.

"Aya-sama, is this true? So I and I can always be with the tree, no matter how many years we will not be separated? Eda asked.

The branch and the tree are Aya's patients, and it was originally just the branch that was sick, and the tree insisted on being tired of being with her, and as a result, he was also infected. When Aya passed, the two of them also excused each other to let each other treat first, and when they were separated in order not to repeat the infection, they were also reluctant.

"As long as you want to, it won't be a problem for many years!" Aya gave a thumbs up.

Having dealt with the trees and branches, another man came to her side, it was her friend River, and asked:

"So that no one will die? Is it possible to drip the blood of small animals into it? ”

Aya refuses her request. Aya herself is already very innocent and cute, but the river is even more innocent and cute than her, and she can cry for a long time when she sees someone injured, even when she sees the death of an unrelated animal, she has to be pale and shed tears.

After collecting the blood, Aya inserts the flower into the bowl, and the flower bones immediately bloom and shine brightly.

Xia You pulled the arm of the hoof, took out the knife and slashed it.

A bright red wound appeared, and as soon as the blood flowed to the palm of the hand, the wound had already healed.

The villagers cheered.