From a distance, the magician saw three people in the green grass, handsome men and beautiful women, as beautiful as a picture scroll.

He raised his eyebrows lightly, and looked at Yuan Qingli with a smile, the meaning was unknown.

The sight of the exchange was so short that Yuan Qingli didn't even have time to meet it.

The magician paced up to the crane.

In less than two days, the man who had stood at the door earlier with a rather leading demeanor had dark eyes, and the bloodshot in his eyes seemed to extend outward like lines. His cheeks, neckline, shoulders, and arms were stained with varying degrees of blood.

In particular, his hands were no less than soaked in blood, dripping red liquid incessantly.

It's so red that it's terrifying.

"You're in luck." When the magician approached the yellow crane, he said something meaningful.

Huang He, whose shoulders seemed to have been relieved, raised his head tiredly and coldly, staring at the magician in front of him: "Do you know Cha Baibai?" Do you know him? ”

"Hmm......"

The magician tilted his head in thought, and his silver hair poured down like silk.

His eyes were gentle and clear: "Is the tea white?" Just an unfamiliar colleague. Our body type is not suitable for one piece. ”

"It's nothing more than the loss of something important, and I can understand it. But if you want to kill tea in vain, let's go, you don't have this ability. ”

As if feeling that he was talking too much, the magician kept his mouth shut.

Started doing his job.

The slender fingers wearing white gloves clenched slightly, and two tender rose chisels fell into his palm.

The magician smiled lightly, "Dear sir, I will send you two roses and wish you a pleasant and wonderful evening." ”

Seeing that the silver-haired and golden-eyed man in front of him couldn't give him the answer he wanted, Huang He's eyebrows and eyes became more and more indifferent, like quenched ice.

He walked sideways to avoid colliding with the magician.

Raise your hand and wave away the two roses that stretched out.

Although they bloomed delicately and brightly, in his eyes, they were still as foul and disgusting as the bouquet of roses that the golden mist had given him this morning.

"I don't want it, get out." He spat viciously and spat bloody saliva on the magician's face.

The magician ducked away, but the cloudy liquid still smashed into his clothes.

Even so, the magician was not angry.

His thin lips were slightly opened, and his smile was still so beautiful that the world was overshadowed.

"Dear Sir, I send you two roses and have a wonderful evening. Please accept it. ”

There are three words more than the previous sentence, but there is a bit more of an undoubted sense of oppression.

Theatre Trio: ???

Damn, such a good temper, I gave two of them!

So they lay down for nothing that day?

In fact, as long as you meet a magician, you will be given flowers?

Scumbag behavior, both men and women?

Yuan Qingli rubbed her temples, distracted from her thoughts.

She turned her head to look, went into the cabin behind her, found a clean cup, and poured some water to drink.

When I walked out of the hut again, the screams of yellow cranes exploded in my ears.

At this moment, he was folded to the ground by the magician in an extremely strange position, and his neck was clamped by powerful fingers, pinching out the twisted shape of the green tendons.

The yellow crane was forced to hold his head high, and there seemed to be a balloon slowly inflating under his red eyes.

"What's going on?" Yuan Qingli was slightly dumbfounded.

"Yellow Crane rejected the magician's rose......" Lu Xingyun explained, his eyes rolling in the dark.

On the path, the magician's silver hair grew like a vine, falling all the way to his calves.

His beautiful long hair swayed in the wind, and he took off his white gloves, and his right hand was a skeletal hand with a bony texture like white jade.

The magician tilted his head, his thin lips hooked into a cruel smile.

Yuan Qingli saw that his eyes had turned crimson!

Like a fairy.

"I don't know what to do." His timbre was colder than the previous politeness and gentleness, and there was a faint insensitiveness in it, "I hate it when people reject me." I also hate it that way. ”

The magician's eyes were cold and unsmiling, but there was a smile on his lips, arrogant and provocative.