The cane umbrella is set aside.

The magician walks briskly and steadily.

It's hard to imagine that he still has a bag of marijuana on his shoulder.

The sack is about one meter eight long, bowed in a V-shape, and straddles the magician's shoulder.

The magician stomped into the middle of the rose garden, and among the red flowers, the flowers were like dreams, and their faces were like flowers.

The sacks were thrown haphazardly on the ground.

He took off his long hat, took a hoe from it, and began to swing it.

"I have one, a dream."

"When you grow up, you can sow roses."

"Sow a seed, a rose garden."

"Many, many flowers will bloom."

"Give one to the head of the regiment."

"One give, give..."

The voice gradually deepened, turning into a delicate panting.

After digging the pit, the magician untied the sack, and the mysterious items in the bag finally revealed the true face of Lushan.

It was a long, charred black object.

No, it seems to be a piece of charred dead wood, and four forks.

The magician solemnly put the dead wood into the pit, and Bo Zijin's breathing instantly became thicker.

"It's Du Ruoyuan." The voice was cold.

"What?" Whispering in unison.

"He has a long and narrow face and a slightly bulging forehead, I can't be mistaken."

Who is this man? Do you want to bury Du Ruoyuan kindly?

"One hangs in the sky."

"One hangs on... Hang on...."

The singing voice is muffled by the sound of filling in the earth, and it is difficult to hear thoroughly.

The last pinch of loess was covered, and Du Ruoyuan disappeared.

The magician didn't stop, grabbing a goblet from his hat again.

The dark red liquid in the cup swayed, shimmering with an alluring sheen.

The magician took a sip, his expression intoxicated, and then fell to the earth.

The three of them only felt creepy, as the loose soil began to pry, as if something was about to break through the soil.

Du Ruoyuan: Is this going to be resurrected or become a zombie?

Do you have to have a round of Resident Evil?

No.

Neither.

It is a green shoot, which is light and skillfully drilled out, and grows in an instant like Nezha.

Blooming, blooming.

The last one blooms - a rose.

One rose for one person.

This garden......

…… How many people?

Yuan Qingli thought of the rose flower she had brought from Lu Xingyun, but fortunately she didn't stuff her mouth like a sword immortal.

Otherwise, she would be sick to her stomach and want to vomit now.

Bo Zijin groaned: "The man who made it best for us not to approach the golden mist......"

A stone's throw away.

So is it too late for them to run away now?

He was about to turn around and whisper to Lu Xingyun. Yu Guang caught a glimpse of Yuan Qingli wearing his coat, and walked around the side like a rainbow.

With vigorous strides. Straight up to the fence of the Rose Garden.

Bo Zijin's pupils shrank. What is she going to do?!

Hearing the sound of footsteps, the magician turned slowly, and his beautiful face was as gentle as a breeze.

"Huh? I thought it was some kind of kitten, it turned out to be a beautiful lady. Unlike the strange tone of his singing, his tone of voice is cold and soft, which makes people trance.

"Hello, Mr. Magician."

Yuan Qingli didn't seem to see his previous actions, she smiled with her eyebrows, and her voice was gentle and polite.

"Your rose garden is so beautiful, can you give me a few roses? I want to stick them in a vase at the head of the bed. Sleep like this, and sweet dreams will surely come. ”

Lu Xingyun and Bo Zijin glanced at each other, and they both read the same information from each other's eyes.

- This girl is a ruthless person.

She knew that every rose was born from a human.

Whether it's a player, a tourist, or a staff member, it's all a person, not alive yet. Don't you feel like your heart is in the right place......

Besides, magicians are so dangerous!

Why did she take the initiative to approach and find someone to beg for flowers.

Moham!

Lu Xingyun suddenly reacted. The orange clown said that "roses are important, but they can't be picked".

It's important, but you can't pick it.

Well, I want to get a rose.

They might be able to play with words by taking advantage of the tricks.

If you can't pick it, cut it with scissors, cut it with a kitchen knife, or step on it......

However, these are just thoughts.

The clown's reminder is more inclined to another level.

This means that they can only ask the owner of the rose garden to give them the flowers.

But will the magician say yes?