Fujitama gritted her teeth in an indifferent tone, the flowers in the valley all withered naturally, and none of them got sick. Everyone is a flower, and she doesn't want to see her sick and die.

"Tsk, what kind of eyes are you looking at? I don't need your sympathy. The hoarse and arrogant voice of the bad woman Hua sounded again, and she lifted the withered leaves, "See?" Even when I'm dying, they're still afraid of me. ”

Fujitama followed its words and looked around, it was empty of only one flower, and the others were in the flower garden a few steps away. Not to mention whether they are afraid of her or not, it seems to be very lonely.

"I want to help you." Fujitama crouched down in front of it and whispered.

"Ouch. Where did you come from, a kind and innocent little sweetie, who actually wanted to help me. "The voice of the bad woman flower is quite yin and yang.

This tone was really disturbing, Fuji Yu frowned and ignored it, trying to stretch out her thin white hand, and a small blue-green cloud condensed from her fingertips, and before she could be surprised, the green light was extinguished in an instant, as if she had never come......

Fuji Yu stared at her fingertips in a daze, feeling frustrated - she hadn't recovered any spiritual power.

"Yo, you're still glowing." Bad woman is amazing" is not very good. ”

"Don't talk nonsense! I was very good before! Fujitama glared at it.

was stared at, and the bad woman didn't care: "Don't worry about you little girl." ”

"I can't save you." Fujitama rested her chin on her knee, her face full of frustration.

Seeing her big green eyes full of low looks, the bad woman shook her body, stretched out the leaves and wanted to pat her head, remembering that she was covered in poison, and quickly took it back, coughing as if she had never done anything, "Okay, okay, I'm sick and you're not sick, what's the point of pulling a face?" It's amazing that you can shine from a flower. If I had the ability, I would be able to show off endlessly in front of those weeping and crying flowers. ”

Speaking of being able to shine, Fujiyu's eyes lit up, and she threw off the bad woman and ran back to the place where the Camellia was located, her steps were hurried, and the skirt printed with broken flowers raised a neat arc in the air.

The clump of golden camellia saw Tengyu running back, and shook the golden buds on his head inexplicably, innocent and dazed: "You, why did you come back?" ”

"Xiaoyu finished shopping?" Yan Jing sat on a chair in the rest area and asked her with a smile.

"Hmm." Fujitama nodded, wringing her hands, "I want to go home." ”

"Tired of playing?" Yan Jing stood up and touched her head.

Fujitama was a little embarrassed: "Hmm." ”

"Let's go. My sister will take you to eat something delicious and then go back. Yan Jing stood up.

"Don't." Fujitama shook his head again: "I want to wait for my brother." ”。

"Alright then, I'll send you back." Yan Jing said regretfully.

On the way back, Fujitama kept quiet, not looking at the rain outside the window, nor playing with his mobile phone, just staring at his small green satchel.

The delicate brow furrowed slightly, as if he was worried about something.

As soon as the car arrived at the door of the apartment, Yan Jing received a phone call, and after hanging up the phone, she turned her head to look at Teng Yu: "Xiaoyu, my sister is in a hurry, so I won't send you to the door, it's okay for you to go back by yourself, right?" ”

You can't park at the door of the apartment, you have to drive to the garage, Yan Jing is afraid of going around and around, so she said to Fuji Yu, and they all arrived at the door, Xiaoyu is so obedient, no problem.

Fujitama glanced at the rain outside the window, pursed her lips, and nodded.

"Then go in first, my sister will come to see you tomorrow." Yan Jing touched her head and handed her an umbrella.

Fuji Yu silently turned on the umbrella, opened it, and ran into his unit according to his memory.

Entering the building, Fuji Yu gasped several times, and he would be tired of running for a while without spiritual power, and of course, some of them were lucky to avoid the rain.

Fujitama was annoyed by his strange fear of rain.

She put away her umbrella, found the location of the elevator, pressed the elevator as demonstrated by her brother, and then pressed the button on the seventh floor. Wait carefully for the elevator door to close and bring her to the door.

The elevator door slowly approached in Fujitama's nervous and expectant gaze, and when it was about to close, a rough big hand suddenly stretched out from the gap!