“The breath—! The breath is wrong—!”
It ran towards Shen Wuyou while shouting loudly.
Seeing Shen Wuyou sitting leisurely in the pavilion drinking tea and chatting, it immediately pounced on her and sniffed her calf fiercely. Then, in the astonished eyes of Shen Wuyou and Ye Yuetan, it climbed onto the table and whispered excitedly in her ear:
"That demon, her aura, her aura is actually the same as yours!"
In fact, they are not exactly the same, but at least they are 90% similar. For flower fairies of different races, this is simply impossible.
That's why it was so surprised.
"normal."
Shen Wuyou smoothed down the green tassels that had blown up, and said calmly, as if he had expected this:
"Her aura was already very similar to mine. Later, I injected almost half of my demonic power into her body to save her life. The demonic power was absorbed by her, so naturally, we became even more similar."
It's like changing her blood, so there must be her shadow on her body, right?
Luobutou looked bewildered, but Yeyuetan lowered his eyes thoughtfully, then suddenly asked, as if he had thought of something:
"You want her to..."
"Yeah." She nodded unabashedly and toasted Ye Yuetan. "After I leave, it will be up to you to teach her."
"It's just a small favor, nothing." He smiled faintly, as pleasant as a spring breeze.
In the conversation just now, she explained her identity, her real name, and...she would leave here.
Humans and demons have different paths. For a flower demon like her, a coveted flower demon, to mingle among a crowd, especially among immortals, was extremely dangerous. He wanted to persuade her not to take the risk, but she was too stubborn. Once she made a decision, no one could change it.
But if you think about it carefully, a flower demon at the fifth level of the Xuan Rank is indeed rare, and her mind, her intelligence, and her abilities don't seem to be enough to confine her to a small space.
Maybe she will have her own destiny?
So he stopped insisting and decided to guard Liuxian Garden for her.
"I'm going to go check on Poppy first. I'll see about the rehearsal. I'll see her there tomorrow."
Liuxian Garden was originally a vulgar brothel for demons. If it is to be transformed into an elegant vocal venue, it will be impossible to change people's old ideas without a stunning scene.
"Okay." Ye Yuetan nodded slightly and left first.
Poppy demon, yellow level six, non-toxic, good at using illusions. In mild cases, the victim will fall into hallucinations and be unable to wake up. In severe cases, the victim will fall into a deep sleep forever and die in the illusion.
This was the conclusion Shen Wuyu's demonic power came to when it explored her body.
Her appearance is similar to Shen Wuyou's, but as a poppy demon, she is more charming and less heroic.
Shen Wuyou sat in front of the window, eating exquisite pastries and drinking refreshing tea. Her eyes slowly swept across the figure on the bed, and she saw that the rise and fall of her chest suddenly became disordered for a moment.
It was so subtle, but she still suppressed it vigilantly, becoming as steady and regular as usual, as if observing her surroundings in secret.
Shen Wuyou saw this, and curled his lips slightly, as if unintentionally saying:
"Now that you're awake, why not get up and enjoy the moon, the flowers, and the scenery?"
The figure on the bed froze. After waiting for a few seconds, he stood up, looked at the figure on the beauty bed in front of the window, and said thank you softly.
Shen Wuyou took a piece of mung bean cake and took a bite. It was dense and silky, with a refreshing fragrance, and melted in her mouth. She squinted her eyes in satisfaction and ate the rest in one bite.
"Come here and try it."
Poppy seemed a little embarrassed. She was not unfamiliar with this place, and she never expected that after going around in circles, she would return to this terrible Liuxian Garden.
So, is this savior in front of me, who successfully escaped from Shaying Tower safely, actually also a demon slave of Liuxianyuan?
So what’s the significance of her being rescued this time?
Thinking of this, her expression couldn't help but dim. She walked over slowly, looking listless and obviously not in high spirits.
"Thank you for saving me, what can I do for you?"
She still hadn't forgotten what she had said when she saved her. The grace of saving a life could never be overstated.
Shen Wuyou lifted his eyelids to glance at her drooping head, then handed her a piece of mung bean cake and said with a smile, "What's wrong? When I saved you, you were so tenacious, willing to use every last bit of your strength to fight for your life. Why are you so depressed now that you've been saved?"
Poppy didn't actually have much of an appetite, but she still politely took it. After taking a small bite, her eyes lit up instantly.
"How's it? Not bad, right?" Shen Wuyou looked at her with a smile and pushed the plate of mung bean cakes towards her. "Eat more if you like it."
Poppy's taste buds were aroused. She quickly looked up at Yanshen Wuyou, and after confirming that she had no ill intentions, she began to eat with big mouthfuls of food.
"Don't worry, no one's competing with you, you'll have plenty."
Shen Wuyou supported his chin with one hand, looked at her with a smile, and with the other hand he slowly poured a cup of Qingshan new tea of just the right temperature and gently pushed it over to her.
"Drink some tea before eating, or you'll choke."
Poppy looked up at her again, the candlelight shining on her face, giving it a slight warmth.
"Thank you, thank you, young lady..." She was indeed a little choked. She hadn't had any water for several days and nights. She was thirsty and hungry, and her throat was very dry.
She took a sip, and her throat instantly felt clear and comfortable.
"What do you think?" Shen Wuyou asked again.
"What?"
"How does this tea taste?"
"It has a natural, sweet fragrance with a long aftertaste."
“Guess what kind of tea this is?”
"Green mountains and mist."
Shen Wuyou smiled with satisfaction, handed her another cup, and said softly:
“Try this.”
Poppy was confused. She glanced at the tender green leaves floating on the water in the cup and frowned slightly: "Is this also tea?"
"Yes, try it."
Seeing this, Poppy no longer hesitated. He closed his eyes and looked ready to die. He took a big sip and swallowed it down with a "gulp" without even tasting it.
The next moment, her eyebrows furrowed, and she stuck out her tongue and spat: "It's bitter."
"Yes, it's bitter." She smiled slightly and looked at her: "Guess what kind of tea this is?"
"...I don't know, but it should be a low-grade tea." Poppy had never tasted such bitter tea. It was bland and astringent, bitter without any sweetness. Even the poorest people would not suffer by drinking this tea.
Hearing this, Shen Wuyou chuckled softly, then raised his hand to pour her another cup to remove the taste.
"These two cups are the same, Green Mountain Clouds and Mist, the real deal."
"The same?" Poppy was dumbfounded. He looked at the round and tender leaves again, then looked at the cup of pointed green mountains in his hand, and fell into confusion.
Shen Wuyou slowly raised a cup of tea and placed it lightly on the tip of her nose, sniffing the mellow fragrance and tasting the bitter and sweet taste:
"Do you know why they are so different from each other?"
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