Quickly disassemble cp: male god please do not flirt

Chapter 33 Secondary Two Boys Love Lolita ([-])
Qiao Tianzong ransacked the room like crazy, but he couldn't find that inconspicuous little flower.

Finally, he fell to his knees on the ground, already collapsed, his throat seemed to be choked by something, he wanted to scream, but he was on the verge of suffocation.

"Tian Zong, close your eyes. When I gave you the companion flower, I signed a contract with you. As long as you want, you can sense it." An extremely familiar voice suddenly sounded in his ear.

This was An Qing's lingering sound when Qiao Tianzong was cooking his last meal. She bet that her people would come to rescue her, and she also bet that Qiao Tianzong would come back to look for the companion flower.

A small reassuring spell left in the lingering sound quickly pulled Qiao Tianzong back from the brink of collapse.

Qiao Tianzong felt ecstasy in his heart, and immediately closed his eyes, following An Qing's words, he felt the breath of An Qing around him.

Soon, he found a familiar aura in the corner of the bedside table, which was exactly the same as his Xiaojiu.

Opening his eyes, he immediately moved the bedside table away, and sure enough, he saw the little existence in the corner.Carefully pick up the little flower that has long been buried in dust.

While wiping the dust off the accompanying flowers, he rushed to the hospital.

Perhaps the life of the owner has passed away, no matter how you wipe the accompanying flowers, they are all light gray, and the petals are no longer fresh, but wilting and lifeless.

On the way of wiping, Qiao Tianzong discovered that the blood-red stamens had been eroded by gray, leaving only a trace of red marks.

Hurrying to the operating room, the doctors and nurses who had been sleeping hadn't woken up yet, probably because Grandma Elf cast a spell, and the people outside the operating room didn't find any abnormalities.

Grandma Elf's light blue hair was almost completely white, and the magic staff resting on An Qing's forehead was no longer as bright as it was at the beginning, but had already dimmed.

As soon as Qiao Tianzong entered the operating room, the accompanying flower that he was holding tightly in his palm pierced through his palm and flew to An Qing.

As soon as Grandma Elf withdrew her staff, the accompanying flower immediately flew to the center of An Qing's eyebrows.

The flowers began to regenerate, the grayness gradually faded away, the petals began to stand up again, and the only remaining red thread emitted a bright red light, and then slowly enlarged until it filled the entire room.

However, Qiao Tianzong, who managed to move his eyes away from the red light, found that An Qing's body actually began to dissipate, turning into spots of light and gradually pouring into the accompanying flowers.

"No!!" Qiao Tianzong, who realized what he saw, could only let out a cry of pain!

After Grandma Elf heard it, she turned her eyes to Qiao Tianzong, without any emotion in her eyes, as if she was looking at ants.

Then he raised his staff, and a wave of air rushed towards Qiao Tianzong.

Qiao Tianzong fell to the ground at once, this time it was not as pained as before, but his internal organs were really about to be shattered, and he spit out a mouthful of blood.

He could no longer make any sound, and could only watch An Qing dissipate little by little. The shocking pain caused his eyes to be covered with bloodshot eyes, and at first glance it looked like his pupils were red.

As the last dot of light poured into the Companion Flower, Qiao Tianzong spat out blood again, and when his eyes went dark, he fell into darkness.

Grandma Elf ignored it, and just put An Qing's accompanying flower on the staff that An Qing left behind, and watched the accompanying flower change from a blooming appearance, to a bud, and then to a flower seed.

Finally, he left with the flower seeds, returned directly to the elves, and buried An Qing's flower seeds beside the elf tree.

As if it had never appeared in the human world.

　In the next world, is it better to be monks and female killers, or Internet celebrity anchors and little fans?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)