If a black rose isn't called a black rose, would it still smell that good?

- LeBlanc

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Along the business district, Aslan walked quietly on the street.

All he could have done had already been done, and although it was a sudden idea, not only to develop her into a dependent, but also to test his own strength.

What's more, he also took a fancy to Indali and Samira's abilities, as long as Indali was in his hands, no matter who issued a bounty on him through her, Aslan felt that sooner or later he would know who it was.

Before leaving, he used the ready-made wine utensils in the bar to mix a glass of soothing wine for Samira and Indali, and at the same time wrote down a note of his departure and the agreed time to reunite, a place he might come often in the future, but now he had to leave.

Including a night with Samira, and half a day at this bar, he had almost missed a day and a night.

As he walked down the street, he was going to buy a gift for Lestana and Tonya, but as night approached, many shops were closed, and all that remained on the street were a few scattered vendors.

However, he saw a woman selling flowers!

She sat behind her flower stall, her hair coiled together and wrapped in a very abrupt little floral turban, a gray almost pale hair naughtily hung down a few strands on her weak shoulders, and she was wearing an apron stained with flower mud, her expression looked very timid, hiding her body in a skirt that looked gray, and from time to time she looked at the passers-by and stopped talking...

The dress on her body made her look like a rough woman, and the clothes on her body were out of place with her surroundings, less solemn and solemn than the Noxian style, and a little more simple and innocent, but the face was so beautiful that Aslan's attention was focused on her face more than the flowers on her spread.

She sat there, very quiet, as if the passers-by around her could not see her presence, giving her a sense of sitting quietly and watching the flowers bloom and fall out of the world.

Noxians don't like flowers, and she appears there somewhat deliberately...

Aslan was strange, and some intense curiosity tempted him to walk over.

"Sir, do you want to buy flowers?"

Seeing Aslan approaching, the woman selling flowers looked up at him, her tone was gentle and a little seductive.

Aslan saw a pair of amber eyes, and the discovery made him pause slightly.

Most of the people he had seen so far had turquoise or sapphire blue eyes, and amber eyes were so rare that he remembered them very well.

"Yes, I think I need to choose a gift for someone I love!"

Aslan walked to the stall and thought about it, and found that almost all the flowers on the stall were roses.

"Black roses, blue roses, white roses, red roses, and other roses, which one do you need?"

The woman's tone was soft, and she looked at Aslan, smiling like a flower, and there was a deep emotion in her eyes called curiosity or anticipation.

With amber eyes and black roses, Aslan had a rough idea of who he had met.

Maybe...

Standing quietly in front of the flower stall, Aslan pretended to be thinking seriously, and the woman selling flowers didn't bother her, just watched quietly, waiting for his choice.

In his mind, heaven and man were at war, and although Aslan didn't know what the other colors of roses meant, he knew what he should choose the right one.

"Give me three black roses!" Aslan picked up a black rose from the flower stall and held it, looked down to smell the fragrance, and took the opportunity to observe the surroundings.

Compared to the other withered roses, the black rose buds still had some water droplets, and Aslan tried to be careful with his movements and tone.

"Why don't you look at the other flowers?" The woman asked, "The others are good and cheaper!" ”

"No, I like the mystical black, the other flowers are too delicate."

"Then why only three!"

"One for me who loves, one for those who love me, and one for you!"

"Sir, you are so interesting, I am just a flower girl, do you want to invite me to your house with sweet words like some people?!"

Her words seemed to be speaking, but the tone had a certain flavor of seduction, and it also seemed like deliberate guidance.

"No, I don't have such blasphemous thoughts about you, I just gave you a flower to thank you for meeting today, I hope to leave a good memory for myself, and I hope to embrace a better tomorrow."

Aslan's subconscious meaning is clear, if this person could really be LeBlanc or one of her incarnations, any behavior that crosses the line could lead to bad results.

The flower seller looked at Aslan and smiled silently, as if she was satisfied with his answer, but not too satisfied, but she wrapped the three roses separately in a cheerful manner.

Even if all the clothes on her body look like an ordinary rude woman at the moment, the movements of her hands show that she is in a good mood at the moment, a little more elegant, and her whole body exudes a charm that makes people attracted.

When the flower girl leaned over, Aslan smelled a little fragrance, he didn't know what role LeBlana was playing, or what one of her avatars wanted to do, but this "pale lady" personality was really changeable, and he was a little difficult to grasp for a while.

The flower girl noticed Aslan's gaze on her hand, and she stopped.

"If you work a little harder, maybe I might really agree to your invitation, and maybe it's my honor to meet a polite gentleman like you."

The flower seller handed the wrapped rose to Aslan and asked in an uncertain tone, "Will you really give me one, this is the first time someone has given me a gift." ”

Her speech was brisk, and it was evident that she was in such a cheerful mood that the tone of her speech had a flirtatious tone.

She held the black roses in the palm of her hand and pressed it to her chest, as if she didn't want to let go at all, and the coarse linen clothes on her body were tossed by the night breeze and clung to her bumpy body, so that the curves of her slender and round legs were exposed.

Obviously, when the wind is not blowing, it is not obvious, but after the wind blows, Aslan finds that she actually has round buttocks and plump legs.

Looking at Aslan, the flower girl's eyes were a little warmer, and she smiled softly, "Although you don't have the intention to invite me, I will still keep the gift you gave me, and I am even happier with your choice, but you still have to pay for the remaining two." ”

The look on her face showed a hint of shame at the "right time", and she pressed her hand to her chest for a while, thinking for a moment before speaking.

Aslan's action of catching flowers paused, and then he couldn't cry or laugh.

"How much!" He asked!

"Chenghui, 20,000 Noxian gold coins."

The flower seller blinked her eyes and looked at Aslan, and deliberately repeated, "A rose, 10,000 gold coins?" ”

"How much?!"

Aslan's voice grew uncontrollably.

"A rose, 10,000 gold coins." The flower girl repeats again.

If he had a sword in his hand, or if he had strength, Aslan would definitely take this flower girl with a sword, and then say to her, "Are you ripe for this flower?" ”

But if this woman is really LeBlan, or one of her incarnations, Aslan feels as if he can't play with her.

Because she is so good at pulling, she often doesn't know that she is real, and maybe the incarnations may not know each other when they meet.

"I don't have any money!" Aslan paused, and he slowly put the roses back on the flower stall, while taking a step back, "But I hope I can pay in installments." ”

His actions made the flower seller pause, but she also laughed.

"You are such a gentleman with good intentions."