"That's..." Looking along Zhen Xi's line of sight, Yuan Qiyun also found a few trumpet-shaped flowers of different colors under those big trees, and the smile in his eyes was gone, and his gaze couldn't help but sink.

"Mandala." Zhen Xi's tone sank, and he recognized those beautiful flowers of different colors at a glance, a smile rose at the corner of his mouth, looking at the mandala of different colors, with a little mockery, sure enough, the more beautiful things are, the more poisonous they are, and the toxicity of this thing is not shallow!!

Datura, also known as Angel's Trumpet, is an annual student. The leaves have a musky scent; The flowers are trumpet-shaped and have a unique smell; There are spikes on the capsules. The leaves are alternate, the leaves are ovate, the margins are irregularly wavy, shallowly lobed or sparsely toothed, and have long stalks. The veins are sparsely pubescent. Flowers solitary in leaf axils or branch forks; The corolla is funnel-shaped, white to purple. The capsule is oval, with hard spines on the surface, and four lobes lobed when ripe. The seeds are slightly flattened and kidney-shaped, black-brown. It is divided into large-flowered (white-flowered) mandala, safflowered mandala, purple-flowered mandala and other species. The whole plant of Mandala flower is toxic, the fruit and seed are the most toxic, the toxicity of dry leaves is less than that of fresh leaves, its leaves, flowers and seeds can be used as medicine, containing scopolamine, hyoscyamine and a little atropine and other alkaloids, among which the content of flowers is the highest, about 0. 34%。

The mandala in the dark is a flower that resembles a lily, with a light and delicate fragrance, but it is a fragrance that will make you feel slightly hallucinatory when you smell too much.

There is a legend that in every pot of black mandala flowers lives an elf who can help you fulfill your wishes! However, they also have a quid pro quo, which is human blood! Just use your own blood to water the black and enchanting mandala flower, and the spirit in the flower will help you fulfill your heart's wish! It can only be watered with blood, because they love this passionate and deadly feeling.

However, each color of the mandala has its own different symbol.

Purple Mandala – Horror.

Blue Mandala - Trickery, Love.

Pink mandala – suitable.

Green Mandala – Endless Hope.

Black Mandala – unpredictable darkness, death, and wandering love. Infernal love and revenge, mortal lovelessness and hatredlessness, the tenacious and traumatic soul that has been hurt, and the road of no return to life.

Golden Mandala - Love, born lucky, with endless happiness.

White mandala - love flower, if swallowed with wine, will make people laugh and has an anesthetic effect. It is a flower that blooms in the sky, white and soft, and whoever sees this flower will remove the evil from itself.

Red Mandala – Non-Manju Sahua, not to be confused. Bloody, bloody love.

Zhen Xi then turned his gaze to the unconscious Yu Mengmeng, looked at his right wrist that had been stopped from bleeding, and squinted his eyes, Mengmeng's eight achievements were injured by these Mantuo Luo flowers, right?

Zhen Xi walked towards the Mantuo Luo Hua under the big trees, and not long after she left, Yuan Qiyun, who wanted to follow, suddenly fell half-kneeling on the ground, the strength of the whole body began to fade away, and the vision began to blur, and the corners of his mouth suddenly raised a smile with self-deprecation, heh, sure enough, he still can't do it?

Suddenly, a fair-skinned and slender hand reached out in front of Yuan Qiyun.

"Xiaoqi, let's go together." Zhen Xi came from above Yuan Qiyun with a slightly lazy voice.

Yuan Qiyun was stunned, and when he raised his head, his golden pupils looked at Zhen Xi's deep eyes like an ocean unexpectedly, and his heart shook suddenly, "You..." Isn't it gone?

Zhen Xi couldn't help but roll his eyes, "Xiaoqi, Seventh Princess, you are beautiful and lively, can you move faster?" ”

"Seven, Seven Princesses???" Yuan Qiyun's eyes widened, this name hurt his self-esteem as a man too much!!

Zhen Xi nodded, looking at Yuan Qiyun's expression like eating a fly, and couldn't help but laugh in his heart.

"Don't call the Seventh Princess!!" Yuan Qiyun had a gloomy face, gritting his teeth and looking at Zhen Xi, who was smiling happily.

"Then please hurry up our Prince Qi!!" Zhen Xi stretched out his right hand and bent his waist slightly, and a typical gentleman's etiquette appeared.

Yuan Qiyun had a stinky face, wanted to stand up but had no strength, so he could only rely on Zhen Xi, and pulled his left hand to Zhen Xi's right hand a little awkwardly.

"Ahem...", Zhen Xi held back a smile, and pulled Yuan Qiyun up with his right hand, but because of the fragrance of Mantuoluo's flowers, Yuan Qiyun was so weak that he had to lean on Zhen Xi to barely walk.

"Wow, I just found out that Xiaoqi is so light? It's really a fight with the Seven Princesses!! Zhen Xi held Yuan Qiyun, and there was a bit of ridicule in his tone, as if he was deliberately testing Yuan Qiyun's endurance, and a narrow smile flashed in his eyes.

"Zhen-Xi ——!!" Yuan Qiyun glared at Zhen Xi, as if to say, 'As long as you dare to say another word about the Seventh Princess, 'I will destroy you'."

"Okay, okay, don't be angry, Xiaoqi!! Anger is not good for the body, but it will speed up the spread of toxins!! Zhen Xi smiled harmlessly, especially in the last sentence, he deliberately lowered his voice to add a little persuasiveness.

Yuan Qiyun rolled his eyes, looked down at the ground and stopped speaking, but there was a warm current flowing slowly in his heart, and the corner of his mouth curled up with a smile when he lowered his head.

Although there was no trace of sunlight penetrating through the swamp forest, the figures of Zhen Xi and Yuan Qiyun exuded a faint light, as if something was taking root, sprouting, and growing up.