The sand is flying, and the rocks are rushing. The flying sand www.biquge.info the pen "Fun" made me unable to open my eyes, and I could only grasp the only stable thing in my hand by feeling - the guardrail. Lower your weight with your hands in front of you to prevent anything from hitting your face, and hold the guardrail tightly with your other hand while calling on the rest of the people to lower their center of gravity to prevent them from falling down the stairs.

In just a few seconds of appealing, my mouth ran into the sand many times, and we could all be attacked by the sand on the third floor, let alone those on the shore.

The wind lasted for about an hour, and during that time, I used my psychic sense to check around me every few minutes to make sure they were still there.

It wasn't until the surrounding area stopped being pulled and my body was a little more stable that I dared to open my eyes. As soon as I opened my eyes, I quickly looked to the side, but fortunately everyone was there.

When I was sure that everyone around me was there, I could see their blank and sudden expressions. Looking along their line of sight, I saw that the crowd that was still crowded downstairs had only some "leftovers" left, and the rest of them were gone.

The buildings on both sides are also a little messy, the plants are slightly deformed, and the air is filled with a depressing atmosphere, as if they have just tried their best to survive the battlefield of war, without any active factors, leaving only the blood that has cooled. Of course, it's too much to say that the blood, but the scene in front of you is really a bit embarrassing.

Looking in the direction of City C, I saw from a distance that an unusually large flower bloomed in the middle of the island, surrounded by smoke, and gave a break in the middle.

I don't know if it's my delusion, but I just feel that the sea level seems to be lower, or the island is a little higher. In short, looking at the scene in front of me, I feel that something is different, and I can't say it specifically.

While I was thinking about it, Feng Xue on the side suddenly stood up, and she looked at the flower with fascination, as if she saw another world that we can't see.

I got up parallel to her and looked at the flower again. This time, I suddenly noticed that the flower had two colors, the end of the flower was pure cinnabar, and the head of the petal was a little faded powder, as if mixed with water.

"That's the Flower of the Other Side!" Feng Xue suddenly shouted loudly, with an excited expression on her face, her eyes staring at the direction of the flowers, as if she had bitten the other party's meridians, and she was unwilling to let go.

Hearing Feng Xue say this, the other two hadn't reacted yet, but I took the lead to look in the direction of the flower again. I saw that the flowers in that direction had an elegant but poignant arc, as if it was a beautiful love with no ending.

The stamens are unusually playful, like the flower spikes on the hijab of the bride's wedding dress, conveying joy and explaining waiting.

Some of the green flower stems are smooth and straight, straight into the center of the island, but the emerald green of the star-spotted leaves is not detected in the mist, and it does look somewhat similar to the flower of the other side, or perhaps it is the flower of the other side.

"It's just... Shouldn't the other side flower be a solid color? It represents decisiveness and beauty. Legend has it that there is no such gradient flower on the other side. "I questioned the closure of the snow.

"What if it's a soul shortfall?" Feng Xue retorted, her gaze turned to me meaningfully, as if she was conveying memories to me.

This reminded me of my research in the Oni Capital, and since there is a flower that lacks a soul that can grow, it means that the result is no longer limited, and it is possible that this is the flower called Shura, and the new variety produced is not necessarily.

"Wait, wait, I don't understand, what the hell is going on?" The ghost girl asked puzzled and looked at us for help, although Mo Xuanyuan on the side was also puzzled, but he was very silent and did not speak, but looked at us with a "tactful" gaze.

Thinking that they were in a coma at the time, they didn't know much about what happened to us during this period, and we casually prevaricated a little because of the Ghost Emperor's request at that time, so it was natural for them to explore what we were talking about.

Ahem, I was trying to figure out how to answer their questions when a ball-like thing rolled at my feet. After stopping, he stretched out his blond hair and chubby little face.

"I'll answer that." Jingling said.

We don't have a mouth, but a look at it for it to answer.

Seeing this, Jingling did not notice this, but said to us: "I know that you are wondering why the flower of death appeared in the world, so I will come and tell you with great compassion."

The little thing replied to itself, and said, "The reason why the flower on the other side appears in the world is because of ...... It has been liberated from the underground! ”

The little thing was still smiling when it said this, and I really don't know where its mood came from. Anyway, when I heard this, I felt that I had no interest in listening to it, Chi Guoguo ignored it, and I greeted my friends and said, "Come, let's go eat a hot pot to suppress the surprise, eat hot pot and eat hot pot."

While greeting, he led the people to the house. Jingling's excited voice came from behind him: "Wait! I'm not done yet, I'm not kidding, can you listen to me?! ”

Seeing that Jingling still had something to say, I simply believed it again, turned around and said to it: "You speak, but I can say it first, if I feel worthless, then we will go directly."

Seeing that our eyes were back on it, Jingling straightened his body and said to me, "It must be valuable." Anyway, where did I just go? Ah yes, it's liberated from the ground. ”

"Why do you want to say that it is liberated, because the flower on the other side grows on the bank of the Santu River all the year round, and it does not see the light of day, and can only rely on the yin qi of the underworld and the ghost capital as nourishment to maintain its own survival, so it is also very hard, and it has to be sent under the fence all the time." Jingling said.

Seeing that we were a little impatient, he hurriedly changed his words and said, "But now, it can be said to be liberated, because its flower path directly penetrates the lower level and leads directly from the underworld to the human world. And I don't know if you have noticed, this flower is different from other flowers, in fact, this flower can be sown, and when it grows to a certain extent, the stamen will condense into a clump, like a small ball. Each of these balls contains hundreds of seeds. When the time comes, it will crack open, and the seeds will fly all over the world, and then the world will be full of new types of flowers. ”

The little thing said, looking at the flower with a look of understanding, full of curiosity, as if looking forward to the moment when it burst out. (To be continued.) )