Ghost Diaotang ignored Bu Jiang, and still carefully and little by little sprinkled those flower seeds, as if he was sure that these flower seeds would bloom.

Nojiang thought to himself, no wonder the succubus wanted to say that he was a fool. Even if he sows flower seeds here for the rest of his life, he will not be able to achieve what he wants.

She knew that it was tantamount to a fool's dream that flowers would grow on the Black Rock Mountain, but perhaps because the other party's appearance of planting flowers was too firm, or perhaps it was with a secret curiosity and expectation, Bu Jiang would come to the Black Rock Mountain at the same time every day to watch the ghost carving begonia and plant flowers.

One, two, three...... January, February, March......

The flower species did not bloom, and the Black Rock Mountain was still bare.

Bu Jiang sat on the tree, looked at the ghost carving tang who was throwing flowers under the tree, and said casually: "Why are you so persistent? As you can see, Blackstone Mountain doesn't grow flowers at all. ”

The ghost carving tang not only sprinkled flower seeds, but also watered these flower seeds, trying to urge and protect these weak flower seeds to grow up. In Bujiang's eyes, he is really a little stupid.

Ghost Diaotang ignored her ridicule, turned around and continued to walk forward, Bu Jiang jumped down from the tree, and said, "I can't grow flowers here, I've tried, no." ”

Ghost Diaotang paused, turned his head, and faced Bujiang for the first time.

Bu Jiang said: "I used to plant flowers here. ”

He looked at her quietly for a long time, and then asked, "What is the result?" ”

Bu Jiang shrugged: "Not a single one has grown." ”

When Bu Jiang left the Demon Realm for the first time to go to Duzhou, he fell in love with a man. is an ordinary mortal, not a monk, does not know how to practice, and is a young master of a wealthy family. Born clear and gentle, a gentleman is like jade, and when Jiang approaches him to speak, he will blush.

The little young master had a large medicine garden in his house, and in the southeast corner of the medicine garden, a separate piece was opened up to plant flowers. It is full of peonies, peonies, poppies, and moon seasons...... A large piece of purple and red, not ginger likes it very much.

She had a good time there.

It's just that the demons are born amorous, and besides, the human race is different from the demon race, and it can't go to the end after all. In the end, Bu Jiang was going to leave Duzhou and return to the Demon Realm, and the shy young master was discussing at home to marry his right bride for him next month.

The little young master didn't know the identity of the Bujiang Demon Clan, and only thought that this ruthless woman was going to abandon him for the sake of power. In front of the long steps in the mountain, he caught up breathlessly and handed Bujiang a handful of flower seeds.

The young man's eyes were red, he pursed his lips and didn't look at Bu Jiang's face, and said in a muffled voice: "Don't you like flowers?" You can take these flower seeds and plant them in the yard when you return to your hometown...... Maybe I think of it once in a while. ”

Bu Jiang was silent for a long time, and finally took the flower seeds.

She brought the flower seeds back to Blackstone City, planted them on Blackstone Mountain, watered them with a lot of magic yuan, and took care of them every day. But the seeds never bloomed, and then she couldn't bear it anymore, and when she dug open the soil, she found that most of the seeds had rotted or had been eaten by insects in the ground.

She sat in front of the flower seed and was stunned all day, when the succubus came to her and saw her humming, "Isn't your brain in the water, planting flowers here?" Don't you know that in the demon world, there are no flowers in the world at all. ”

There are some things that are destined to be unreluctant.

Bu Jiang later went back to the place where he was back then, the little master's family was ruined, and he was in an embarrassing situation, and all the medicine gardens were sold to other families, and the other family turned over the medicine garden to plant fruit trees. Those clusters of blooming flowers can no longer see the traces of the past. The young son of Qingjun was now a white-haired old man with a stiff back, and he walked past her, unable to see her face clearly because of his old age, and only asked suspiciously: "Girl, who are you looking for?" ”

Bu Jiang stood calmly for a moment and said, "I found the wrong person." "Turn and leave.

The rain was still dripping, and she looked at the man in green shirt in front of her, and suddenly felt that she was the same as the young self who planted flowers here back then.

She laughed: "Are you planting flowers here for a woman?" ”

The look on his face when he looked at the flowers was soft and full of memories, which made this demon look like an ordinary mortal.

Fragile、Will be sad and sad for a flower to bloom。

Bu Jiang walked to the side of the ghost carving tang, spread out his palm, and from between her palms, a handful of gorgeous seeds gradually floated. The seeds are beautiful, colorful, and glowing. As soon as she threw it, the flower seed fell into the dirt underground.

Ghost Diaotang looked at her lightly.

"The flowers of the world cannot grow here, except for this magic flower." Bu Jiang smiled: "Whether it is a ghost head flower or a love flower, it can grow on the Black Stone Mountain." They also look beautiful, more dazzling than these earthly flowers, except for one bad thing. She chuckled, "They're poisonous." ”

She looked at the ghost carving tang, and the corners of her mouth curled: "If you want to plant flowers here, it's better to plant these magic flowers." They are not as fragile as human flowers, they do not need to be watered, they can grow as long as they are sown. ”

Ghost Diaotang stood up, his voice flat: "I don't like it." ”

"Why?" Bu Jiang said with interest, "You are a demon, you should like the things of the demon clan." Could it be that in your heart, the demon world is not as good as the human world? ”

He didn't speak, and left with a blue paper umbrella.

Bu Jiang didn't care about the flower seeds she sown, even if the seeds of the magic flower were sown on the most barren land in Blackstone Mountain, they could take root and sprout, she had no doubt about that. There are some beauties in the world that need to be carefully cared for, and some are beautiful, but care is superfluous.

She hadn't gone to Blackstone Mountain for a long time to see the ghost carving begonias planting flowers.

Winter was fast approaching, and it was snowing heavily in Blackstone.

The snow particles were large and thick, wrapping the entire city in layers, and the pitch-black mountains were painted with a layer of silver white, and the white sun in the black stone city had a second color.

For some reason, Bu Jiang suddenly remembered those flowers, and the demon who planted the flowers.

She heard that the cultivation of the Demon Eagle Tang had grown rapidly, and the spiritual veins of the Demon Realm had begun to flow again under the power of this person's Heavenly Demon Yuan, and he would become the tenth Demon King of Black Rock City. The demon men who have been contaminated with power and have sat in high positions should no longer remember those flowers.

The woods were piled up like jade, and in the jungle, she saw the ghost carving begonia.

He also wore a snow-white coat over his green shirt, and the whole person looked pale and handsome, like those weak and amorous sons in the world. The Blue and Black Demon King's Yuan Li condensed in his hand formed a small enchantment, protecting a cluster of flowers under the tree tightly and not being infected by the wind and snow.

"This is ......" Bu Jiang's gaze froze.

Those flowers bloom vividly and colorfully, each one is enchanting and dazzling, it is a magic flower in full bloom.

After all, the human seeds sown by the ghost carving tang could not grow here, and what he protected with the power of the demon king was the magic flower that would not be broken by the ordinary wind and snow at all.

Bu Jiang looked at everything in front of her, and after a while, she said softly: "Don't you know?" The magic flower is not as fragile as the flowers in the world, and these wind and snow can't hurt it. ”

The ghost carving tang calmly looked at the flowers blooming under the tree, as if what he was doing was an ordinary thing. He said, "Aren't they also flowers?" ”

No, Jiang was stunned.

His voice was also flat: "Besides, they are also beautiful. ”

Countless silver-white snow particles fell from the dim sky and fell on the man in the green shirt, covering his coat with a layer of fluffy snow. His eyelashes were also stained with some snow particles, and in the heaven and earth, in the dark stone mountain, it became a unique cyan ink.

For the first time, Bu Jiang felt that this cold and boring black mountain had become elegant and moving.

After a long time, she looked at the person in front of her with a smile: "It seems that you and I have the same idea, I like people who know how to appreciate beauty." ”

"Ghost Carving." She walked over to the other party, stared into his eyes and said, "My name is No-Jiang." ”

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