The magician could see the three people in the lush green grass from afar; they were a handsome man and a beautiful woman, as beautiful as a richly colored painting.

He raised an eyebrow, meeting Yuan Qingli's gaze with a half-smile, his expression ambiguous.

The eye contact was so brief that Yuan Qingli didn't even have time to reciprocate.

The magician strolled over to Huang He.

Less than two days later, the man who had previously stood at the door with a commanding presence now had sinister eyes, with bloodshot veins extending outwards from them. His cheeks, collar, shoulders, and arms were stained with varying degrees of blood.

His hands, in particular, looked as if they were soaked in blood, with red liquid dripping down incessantly.

It's so red it's almost frightening.

"You're very lucky," the magician said meaningfully as he approached Huang He.

With a limp shoulder, Huang He raised his head wearily and coldly, staring intently at the magician before him: "Do you know Cha Baibai? Do you know him?"

"Hmm..."

The magician tilted his head and thought for a moment, his silver hair cascading down like silk.

His eyes were gentle and bright: "Tea Baibai? Just an unfamiliar colleague. Our body types aren't compatible."

"I understand that you've lost something important and your blood is boiling. But if you want to kill Cha Bai Bai, well, I don't have that ability yet."

Seemingly realizing he had said too much, the magician shut his mouth.

He started doing his job.

With a slight clench of his long, slender fingers clasped in white gloves, two fresh, vibrant rosebuds were hollowed out and placed in his palm.

The magician smiled slightly, "Sir, here are two roses for you. I wish you a pleasant and wonderful evening."

Seeing that the silver-haired, golden-eyed man in front of him could not give him the answer he wanted, Huang He's expression grew colder, as if it had been tempered with ice.

He stepped to the side to avoid colliding with the magician.

He raised his hand and waved away the two roses that were being offered to him.

Although they bloomed beautifully and vibrantly, in his eyes they were as foul and repulsive as the bouquet of roses Jin Wuwu had given him that morning.

"I don't want to, get out." He spat out the words in a vicious tone, and even spat a mouthful of blood-mixed saliva in the magician's face.

The magician dodged the liquid by tilting his head, but it still splashed onto his clothes.

Even so, the magician was not angry.

His thin lips parted slightly, and his smile remained as breathtakingly beautiful as ever.

"Sir, I'm presenting you with two roses. I wish you a pleasant and wonderful evening. Please accept them."

It has three more words than the previous sentence, but it carries an added sense of undeniable pressure.

The three spectators: ? ? ?

How infuriating! They're so nice, they even gave me two flowers!

So they just lay there for nothing that day?

Is it true that you'll get flowers whenever you meet a magician?

That's scumbag behavior, offering sexual services to both men and women?

Yuan Qingli rubbed her temples, her thoughts scattered.

She turned her head and looked around, then went into the small wooden hut behind her, found a clean cup, poured some water, and drank it.

As I stepped out of the hut again, the agonizing screams of the Yellow Crane filled my ears.

At this moment, he was twisted to the ground in an extremely bizarre posture by the magician, his neck gripped by powerful fingers that pinched out distorted veins.

Huang He was forced to raise his head, and beneath his crimson eyes seemed to be a slowly inflating balloon.

"What happened?" Yuan Qingli was slightly dumbfounded.

“Huang He rejected the magician’s rose…” Lu Xingyun explained, a dark undercurrent churning in his eyes.

Along the narrow path, the magician's silver hair grew wildly like vines, cascading down to his calves.

His beautiful long hair fluttered in the wind. He took off his white gloves, revealing his right hand, a skeletal hand of superior bone quality, with a texture like white jade.

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

Yuan Qingli then noticed that his eyes had turned crimson!

She was both celestial and demonic.

"You don't know what's good for you." His tone was colder than before, his voice revealing a hint of callous malice. "I hate it when people reject me. I also hate it when they do it this way."

The magician's eyes were cold and devoid of any smile, yet a hint of amusement played on his lips, conveying arrogance and flippancy.