Douluo: I became Qian Renxue's personal attendant

Hot red lips touched her thin lips, and Qian Renxue's eyes were full of surprise.

Is Xiaofeng enlightened?

The long kiss made both of them breathless. However, after the kiss, Qian Renxue closed her eyes in anticipation, but could not wait for Ye Feng's next move.

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Quietly opening his right eye a little, he found Ye Feng frowning and not knowing what he was doing.

"Ah, I found it." After searching for a moment in the treasure bag, Ye Feng finally found the Wu Jue Stone buried in the golden soul coin.

When he came back to his senses, he found Qian Renxue staring at him with a dark face for some reason.

"Sister Xue, what's wrong with you?" Zhang Er was confused. An imperceptible light flashed in Ye Feng's hand, and an ordinary-looking white flower appeared in Ye Feng's hand.

On top of the white flowers, there are some astonishing patches of blood red, which are dotted on the white flowers and look quite moving.

The flower was only the size of a palm, shaped like a peony, without blades of grass, and connected to a large stone under the rhizome. The stone was completely black and looked quite extraordinary.

"What is this?" Qian Renxue asked curiously, snorting lightly and not answering Ye Feng's words.

Somehow, Qian Renxue felt the attraction from that flower in her heart. It seemed that this flower was destined to her.

"This is the gift I want to give you." In reply to Qian Renxue's words, Ye Feng pulled Qian Renxue towards the big bed in the room. It was not a problem to keep standing and talking.

Qian Renxue felt like her mind was coming to life again as she was pulled to the bed by Ye Feng.Could it be...

Before Qian Renxue could think about it, the two of them came to the big bed in the room.Looking at the large bed that was several meters long and wide, Qian Renxue's eyes flashed with satisfaction.

Without thinking much, Ye Feng sat on the edge of the bed and took Qian Renxue in his arms.

The slender waist was too tight to hold, and it wasn't until today that Ye Feng realized the meaning of this sentence.

With the beauty in his arms, looking at Qian Renxue's shy look, Ye Feng couldn't help but move his index finger.

But, no, business matters!Constantly reminding himself in his mind, Ye Feng took a deep breath and finally calmed his restless heart.

"Sister Xue, do you know the origin of this lovesickness?" Ye Feng calmed down and said in a hoarse voice.

"I don't know. I seem to have never seen this kind of flower in the classics." Leaning in Ye Feng's arms, Qian Renxue grabbed Ye Feng's right hand and looked at it carefully for a moment before saying.

Retrieving the description of lovesickness in his memory, Ye Feng hugged Qian Renxue tightly and told the story of the flower fairy and the boy.

"A long time ago, there was a young man who was indifferent by nature and liked to support flowers and trees. The garden was full of green lotuses and lotus roots, which were colorful. He usually chanted to the flowers and raised his cup to the moon. But when the flowers fell and turned red, he would be infinitely sad and would surely throw away the flowers. He collected the pieces, dug the ground to bury them, and shed tears again and again. As the saying goes, love moves heaven and earth, and his love for flowers moved the flower fairies in heaven. They married him privately in the mortal world, and the joy of fish and water was nothing to worry about. Who knows what will happen? Not long ago, the god learned about this and was very angry. He thought that immortals and mortals could not be compatible with each other, so he ordered the flower fairy to be transferred back to the divine world. Since the young man lost his lover, he sighed all day long, was depressed and gave up on flower affairs, so he fell down the fence. The garden collapsed, the flowers and trees faded, and the garden was desolate. One day, a white-haired old man came and told him that his beloved white peony in the garden was the incarnation of his beloved wife. As long as the flower was destroyed, the flower fairy would be dead. He will lose his immortal body and be banished to the mortal world to marry him again, but he must not ruin the flowers. After saying this, he turned into a breeze and left. The young man suddenly woke up and deeply regretted that he had treated the flowers poorly and took care of them carefully. Although he loved them dearly, His wife, however, could not bear to burn the peonies, so she loved them even more. She cried to the flowers day and night, her tears dried up and her heart broke. She died of heartbroken love. When he was dying, he bled on the petals. Look at the bright red blood, it was that boy's. Hard work." (Quoted from "Douluo Dalu")

The flower fairy in the sky, the young man on the ground, the ending of helplessly vomiting blood and dying, Qian Renxue's heart was shaken by the poignant story, and she couldn't help herself.

"When picking this flower, you must be sincere and spit out a mouthful of blood on the petals." Feeling the warmth of the girl in his arms, Ye Feng put his head on Qian Renxue's shoulder and said softly: "But If you are half-hearted, even if you vomit blood and die, you will never be able to pick the flowers."

Her heart trembled, Qian Renxue never imagined that there could be such a strange flower in this world.

But what about this?

With a flash of determination in his eyes, Qian Renxue's soul power circulated, stimulating his energy and blood, and forced a mouthful of blood to spray on the petals.

The moment she vomited blood, her mind was filled with Ye Feng's figure. She saw Ye Feng for the first time in the arena, slept in the same bed with Ye Feng for the first time, and learned that he had gone to Dugu Bo's place. She felt uneasy and hesitant in her heart. , the kiss that day when his identity was exposed.

Her Xiaofeng, who had been with her since she was six years old, quietly grew into a young man, and at the same time quietly allowed her love for him to take root and grow in her heart.

It turned out that before she knew it, Ye Feng's figure had already filled her heart.

The blood-dropped petals and the heart-broken red did not sway in the slightest, but they quietly left the Wu Jue Stone and fell down, landing in a slender hand.