Villain Boss: Start from the East Undefeated

Chapter 933: Weaving of Hundred Flowers
"Although I don't know what you've been through?"

"But one day, I'll let you open up!"

Huamanlou could feel that although Dongfang was close to him.

But that closeness was more like seeing a relative or friend whom he hadn't seen for hundreds of years.

Dongfang's heart was still tightly closed, as if he never let his inner thoughts reveal the slightest.

Even though he held Dongfang's hand, he still felt that he was holding a butterfly that would fly away at any moment.

separated by an invisible wall.

It seems that I can never enter the world of the East.

In the pavilion on the top of the mountain.

Dongfang loosened his blossoming palms, wrapped his arms around his knees, and sat on the chair woven with plants, trees and vines.

Looking at the top of the holy mountain from a distance, he thought about various ways to obtain the stele of good fortune.

But there is nothing feasible.

After all, what he was facing were the two Immortal Emperors. With the strength of Da Luo Zhenxian who had just proved himself, no matter how powerful the Dao Dao was.

It is also impossible to resist.

Da Luo True Immortal, Da Luo Immortal King, Da Luo Immortal Emperor, the gap between the three is almost like a moat.

Hua Manlou sat beside Dongfang, smelling the familiar fragrance.

Looking at the breeze blowing by at that time, it lifted Dongfang's black hair and a trace of sadness on that white and tender face.

The love in the pupils is getting stronger, and he said with a caring and worried tone: "Is it cold?"

After all, Dongfang was not allowed to respond at all, a white windbreaker robe was gently draped on Dongfang's shoulders.

Taking advantage of the trend, he took Dongfang into his arms.

Dongfang's body froze slightly, he turned his head subconsciously, and saw the face right in front of him at a glance.

It seemed that as long as he leaned forward slightly, he could easily kiss Hua Manlou's face.

"This... is too close!"

Dongfang's face was slightly rosy, and he wanted to struggle, but when he touched Huamanlou's worried and doting eyes, he stopped instantly.

If he broke free at this time, although Hua Manlou would not say anything.

But there is a high probability that it will be very, very hurtful.

"You...why don't you ask me where I have been all these years?"

Leaning on Huamanlou's shoulder, Dongfang opened his mouth to distract himself.

Being held over the shoulder by close family and friends doesn't feel so unacceptable.

Especially after enduring the torture of the God of Destruction, he seemed to gradually let go of his heart.

And some look forward to care and comfort.

Perhaps in the dark, he also hopes that someone can help him.

"Although I really want to know, but I don't want to force you at all!"

"When you are willing to tell me, I will definitely listen carefully!"

Huamanlou's voice was extremely gentle, as if she had a deep admiration, showing it without any concealment.

Hearing Huamanlou's voice, Dongfang sighed slightly in his heart.

Huamanlou is still as considerate as before, never embarrassing others.

This kind of self-consciousness and sensibility makes people feel like a spring breeze, but it also makes people feel distressed.

Among the many worlds he has experienced, only Huamanlou can give him this feeling.

"I……"

Dongfang opened his mouth to speak, but he didn't know where to start.

"Don't be embarrassed, I'll talk about it after you think it over."

Hua Manlou exerted a slight force on his arm, letting Dongfang's body lean against his arms as much as possible.

"When I think it over, I will definitely tell you!"

Seeing Hua Manlou's face close at hand, and that warm embrace, Dongfang responded silently in his heart.

"Hopefully that day isn't too far away."

For several days, Huamanlou was almost inseparable from Dongfang, traveling all over Baihua Island.

Dongfang also deeply felt that kind of undemanding care and love.

Like a faint color, it silently touches people's hearts.

Seven days later.

In the other courtyard in the center of Baihua Island.

The east is bathed in the fragrance of flowers, leaning on the flower and rattan seat, looking at the holy mountain from a distance.

In the past few days, Huamanlou seems to be busy, leaving early and returning late every day.

Dongfang didn't ask too much, but just lived here, thinking of all the ways to get the fragments of the Good Fortune Stele.

"You can't really marry Huamanlou, and then use Huamanlou to get the fragments of the immortal stele from the flower master?"

"Except for this path, I have no chance of success at all!"

Dongfang's fingers slightly touched the center of his eyebrows, feeling that the godhead was beating all the time.

It seems to have an inexplicable attraction to the fragments of the Good Fortune Stele on the holy mountain.

suddenly.

"Tattoo..."

The sound of footsteps came from outside the yard.

Before Dongfang got up, a soft voice sounded.

"Dongfang, I have a gift I want to give you!"

There was a hint of nostalgia and anticipation in that voice.

There seemed to be a little apprehension.

The next moment, Hua Manlou's figure in a white robe entered the courtyard with brisk steps.

Behind him followed two respectful maids.

The two even carried a jasper-colored tray in their hands.

The tray seemed to have an inexplicable power, so that the items on it floated gently, surrounded by immortal light.

"This is?"

Seeing the tray carried by the two maids and the tall white dress that exuded fairy light, Dongfang stood up instantly.

The long skirt is not very complicated, but extremely simple.

It's like a floating white cloud, naturally, but it has the shape of a blooming flower.

It is surrounded by strands of flowers, so that the white dress is surrounded by a variety of flowers.

It seems that all the flowers in the world are contained in it.

The hundred flowers took root in the void, and seemed to bloom from the long white dress.

At first glance, the white dress looks like a stamen of a flower.

The surrounding flowers are petals, surrounded by colorful fairy lights, forming a strange field of hundreds of flowers.

It also has a faint fragrance, which is exuded all the time.

"This is the Baihua skirt unique to Baihua Xianyu! I woven it myself."

"It's also a gift I want to give you!"

Hua Manlou responded softly, and the two maids behind him slowly stepped forward and put the tray in front of Dongfang.

The skirt of hundreds of flowers floating on it calmly unfolded before Dongfang's eyes.

"I thought it would be hard to become a king weapon!"

"I didn't expect that with the help of three casting masters from the Hundred Flowers Domain, this Hundred Flowers Dress is now completely comparable to the King's Artifact."

"Look at the field of hundreds of flowers around it. It is a world of hundreds of flowers cohesive with rules. This is the power that can only be displayed by an immortal king."

"Although there are still some flaws, it can mobilize the rule power that belongs to the world level."

"This includes time, space, wood attribute rules... etc., a small world domain that can be formed."

"As long as your strength can't break through this world of Hundred Flowers Domain, then no one can hurt you in the slightest."

Huamanlou stood beside Dongfang, slowly introducing Baihuaqun.

Feeling the fluctuations on the group of flowers, Dongfang was thoughtful.

"Is this a royal weapon?"

Dongfang clearly remembered that after his Mingfeng Sword was tempered by the God of Destruction, it also revealed a black and white illusory world.

It's just too short, just entangled for a moment, then disappeared into nothingness.

In the end, it exudes the Dao aggregate of life and destruction.

"My Mingfeng Sword...is it considered a royal weapon?"

A thought flashed in Dongfang's mind, and then he suddenly remembered what Fenghua had said.

The young master of the flower clan was born a hundred years ago. In order to weave a dress of hundreds of flowers for her beloved, she visited many master craftsmen in the Hundred Flowers Fairyland.

It is with pure and true heart that Baihuaqun grows into the top fairy weapon.

Possesses the appearance of a king.

But now, the Hundred Flowers Dress has obviously been completed and has become a real king's weapon.

"For a hundred years, all you have done is for this one hundred flower dress?"

Thinking of this, Dongfang subconsciously looked at Huamanlou.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and it took him a while to say a word.

"You...knit this floral dress for me?"

Hua Manlou nodded lightly when he heard the words, and said with a smile, "Of course, in this world, only you can have it!"

Listening to Hua Manlou's words, Dongfang's heart trembled slightly.

Slowly raised her white and tender palm, touching the white long skirt in front of her, feeling the delicate, long skirt that seemed to have no velvet at all.

"This is the weaving of hundreds of flowers, and the special seeds of hundreds of flowers are made in a special way."

"Then cultivate it carefully and use various fairy materials to grow and bloom little by little like cultivating a hundred flowers, and finally form a hundred flower skirt."

"It has no fabric or silk thread. It is the seeds that absorb all kinds of fairy materials and grow naturally. That's why it is called Baihua skirt."

Having said that, Hua Manlou looked at Dongfang expectantly, and said, "I don't know how beautiful it would be if you wear it on your body?"

"I……"

Dongfang opened his mouth, and suddenly understood the so-called Weaving of Hundred Flowers.

It is like cultivating an extremely precious flower, cultivating a dress of flowers.

A hundred years... If it wasn't for the extreme dedication and painstaking efforts, it would be difficult to cultivate a flower dress with the appearance of a king.

Dongfang could even imagine how dedicated Huamanlou was for those hundred years.

Even if it is not a royal weapon, it is still poured by Hua Manlou with painstaking efforts.

That kind of heart alone cannot be ignored.

At this moment, Dongfang suddenly felt a trace of invisible pressure, which fell silently on his shoulders.

It made him want to subconsciously leave, the farther away from this floral dress the better.

"Don't force it!"

Hua Manlou's face did not change at all, only the light in his pupils dimmed slightly.

Then he smiled and said, "It will always belong to you, and only you can make it shine in the most dazzling light."

"So don't be in a hurry. I have another gift for you in a few days."

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