Persimmon was talking to Alai the fox while waiting for the others who hadn't caught up yet. At this time she saw the girl in green who rescued her.

As soon as they were about to enter the Flower Clan that day, Poison Ivy was hurriedly called away by her subordinates. Persimmon has never properly expressed his gratitude to her.

Poison Ivy looked heavy and strode past Persimmon and Alai. She didn't even respond to Persimmon's greeting.

"Don't worry, she's just like that." Alai comforted Persimmon, "I've basically never seen her smile. Maybe no one in the entire Flower Clan has seen her smile."

Looking at Poison Ivy's back, the fox shook his head and said with some pity, "What a beautiful girl."

This fox may be the only one in the entire flower clan willing to acknowledge the beauty of poison ivy. Poison Ivy is not as thin as the average flower tribe member. She has a hot figure and wears a dark green tube top and short skirt, revealing her strong and tight long legs and flat belly. Her skin color is darker than that of the Flower Tribe people, and her long brown hair is braided into a thick and long braid, frizzy and frizzy.

Like a wildly growing plant, full of power.

But it's a pity that the Flower Clan people can't appreciate this kind of beauty. What they like is the thin and quiet beauty.

When Poison Ivy broke into the temple to report to Flower Clan leader Anjone, she was looking in the mirror, worrying about which crown to wear.

"Sir, sir, are you listening to me?" Poison Ivy looked at the clan leader who couldn't listen at all, and was very anxious, "Sir Anjone, we have lost three more clan members!" She walked around angrily. Go and try to attract Anjone's attention, "Including the previous ones, there are a total of seventy-eight people, and there are thirteen ethnic groups that have disappeared as a whole..."

"Isn't that your problem?" Another person slowly walked out of the hall, staring at Poison Ivy with his shining eyes, "Our brave and fearless guard captain, Shmaia Poison Ivy. Why do you want people to disappear? Why don't you come to the temple and ask Anjone instead of yourself?" She dug her long nails into Poison Ivy's chest.

"We must take some action." Poison Ivy was not afraid of the bluffing woman wearing a huge feather crown in front of him. "The Flower Clan has a vast territory and accommodates many ethnic groups. It is impossible to take good care of it with only a guard team of more than 300 people. Tens of thousands of ethnic people..."

"Oh, my God!" Cavotis covered her mouth and looked at Poison Ivy with an exaggerated expression. "Why not? Or can't you?" Cavotis's smooth face was facing away from the light, and she was waiting for Poison Ivy to admit defeat.

"That's seventy-eight human lives, sir," Poison Ivy lowered his head to hide the anger in his eyes, "Let's find out the reason, and you can do whatever you want to do with me." Poison Ivy turned to Anjone.

"Relax, Schmeia," Anjone's jade-like fingers ran across the various jewelry, and she said poison ivy perfunctorily, "Maybe they just don't want to stay in the Flower Clan. They have the right to leave freely. .”

"Didn't you see that our patriarch is busy?" Cavotis greeted him intimately and began to select suitable jewelry for Anjone. "For God's sake, don't bother her. Please, figure it out yourself."

Poison Ivy looked at Anjone, whose whole heart was focused on dressing up. Knowing that there would be no results this time, he turned around and walked out of the temple.

"By the way," Kavotis called to Poison Ivy, "ask Carol to come for the next report. You are busy, so you don't need to come over."

"As you wish, my lord." Poison Ivy strode away.

"Sure enough, the pomegranate and redbud gold crown is more suitable," Anchione put on the sparkling gold crown and admired the stunning beauty in the mirror with satisfaction.

The two dressed-up patriarchs stunned everyone as soon as they appeared. Anqione, the leader of the Flower Clan, wore a long white velvet dress studded with diamonds, which almost blinded Persimmon's eyes. The eye-catching gold crown on her head has crystal clear pomegranate seeds made of amethysts, golden laurel leaves swinging in the wind and lifelike butterflies. The entire crown is exquisite and unique, attracting everyone's attention as soon as it appears.

Standing next to her was a beautiful woman dressed in exaggerated clothes - Kavotis, the leader of the Bird Tribe. She wore a tall crown decorated with feathers, turquoise and pearls, and her posture was so high-profile that she even overshadowed the others - after all, the Holy City was the territory of the Flower Tribe, and the Bird Tribe was just a subsidiary tribe. That crest is too high...about one meter high? Persimmon couldn't help but wonder if the patriarch's cervical spine could bear it.

The two clan leaders treated several people very kindly and did not treat them coldly at all because of their identities. On the contrary, if Sylvan's status is more noble than Bo Yi's, Persimmon believes that they will prefer the well-behaved and beautiful Sylvan. Persimmon admired the decoration in the temple quietly and low-key, inadvertently acting a little reserved.

The thrones of the two patriarchs are made of natural trees. The thick black tree roots are deeply rooted into the ice blue crystal ground. The exquisite craftsmanship cannot find any gaps. Going up along the tree roots are floating glass steps in the shape of lotus leaves. The temple was tall and empty, and the spring water with spiritual power gurgled down around the carved stone pillars. Persimmon couldn't help but sigh at his own insignificance.

Anqione noticed her discomfort, and after polite greetings with Bo Yi, she actually walked up to Persimmon.

Persimmon followed the example of others and saluted Anqione, "I didn't expect you to be so young...I was the one who offended..." Persimmon paused and then said, "Your crown is so beautiful... …”

Anjone smiled from ear to ear, her beautiful demeanor was like an elegant and noble white swan.

She took Persimmon's hand affectionately and said, "I heard that you were attacked by a demon. Are your injuries okay?"

"Thank you for your concern," Persimmon felt a little flattered. "The herbal medicine from the Flower Clan is very effective. It's almost good." Looking at the clan leader from a close distance, Persimmon was surprised by her beauty. He considered his words for a while before daring to speak.

This casual compliment was obviously more to Ancione's taste.

Don’t blame Persimmon for being ignorant. Whether in the human world or the spiritual world, she has seen many handsome men and beautiful women. But Anjone's otherworldly temperament cast an inviolable divinity on the face of a girl as young as her twenties.

So pure and innocent, so unattainable.

She is simply the most perfect creation of the Creator.

Such a beauty who could only exist in heaven held Persimmon's hand and tenderly cared about her injuries. It was like a dream.

"This medicine can remove scars," Anchione took out a small green bottle and handed it to Persimmon. "Ugly scars can kill a girl."

"Sir, this is too expensive..." Persimmon refused, but the beauty in front of him was too enthusiastic, "Thank you, but... this is not what I need."

Anjone looked at Persimmon in confusion. Is there anything more terrifying in the world than scars on the body?

"I lost my memory," Persimmon hesitated for a moment, but finally plucked up the courage to say it, "I would like to ask you, does the Flower Clan have any medicine that can restore memory?"

Anjone shook his head helplessly, "Reading minds is something that only gods can do, but I will pray to Hamelos for you, poor child."

As persimmon expected, she bowed her head and thanked her.

I originally thought that this meeting would end peacefully, but the leader of the Bird Tribe, Cavotis, came over and said, "So you are the slave who was rescued by Carol!"

A few steps away, Bo Yi glared at Cavotis coldly and interrupted her mercilessly, "She is not a slave."

Even if Persimmon becomes his servant in the future, he will still be a member of the Leopard Clan, as different from a humble slave.

When will it be the turn of this flowery patriarch to talk too much?

A look of embarrassment appeared on Cavotis's face, but he didn't dare to refute even a word.

Hearing Carol's name, Persimmon moved his eyebrows calmly and said with a smile, "Yes, we were attacked by demons at the border of the Flower Clan. It was Captain Poison Ivy who saved me and helped Bo Yi." They cleaned up the mess... She's so nice, I haven't even thanked her in person yet!"

She thought of the argument between Cavotis and Poison Ivy that she had just heard outside the palace, and her suspicions that Cavotis and Poison Ivy were at odds were confirmed. Although she didn't eavesdrop on purpose, it was just the sound that drifted into her ears through more than a thousand steps.

Persimmon ignored Cavotis with a stiff expression and continued, "If it weren't for her, I would be dead by now!"

"That kid never cares about these false names." Anjone nodded with satisfaction.

"You...could you have recognized the wrong person?" Kavodis still refused to give up, "Why did I hear that Carol saved you?" There was a hint of coercion in his words. Her shrewd eyes were fixed on Persimmon, and she leaned forward, hoping to use her momentum to force Persimmon to submit.

"I believe no one knows better than me who saved me, sir." Although Persimmon knew that doing so would offend Cavotis, Persimmon did not want to compromise on this matter.

Cavotis' eyes peeled the persimmon alive several times, and then he faced everyone and said sinisterly,

"Originally I didn't understand why you, a pretty good-looking goblin, would hang out with a cursed hungry ghost." Cavotis smiled with a knife hidden in his face, "Now I know."

Persimmon, who originally planned to salute and leave directly, heard this and turned around and said, "Beauty is a gift from God. We cannot ask everyone to be perfect."

Although Persimmon's attitude was still polite, Cavotis always felt that this meek girl was secretly sarcastic, "How do you say it?"

"Dear Sir, with all due respect. Everyone has the right to pursue beauty, but beauty should not stop at appearance, and it should not be a fig leaf for ugly qualities." Persimmon bowed his head obediently, "Although the hungry ghost is ugly, he himself Her beautiful qualities exist in my heart.”

"Yes," Anjone's eyes were covered with cloudy white mist, and what he said was unintelligible. "No one would have thought she could become so beautiful! I will allow her to stay in the Flower Clan."

On the side, Kavotis's face was completely downcast, and the nasolabial folds made her suddenly look more than ten years older. She was dissatisfied and took two steps forward to approach Persimmon, grabbing Persimmon's arm tightly with her left hand, "I heard that you were with I have dealings with people from the Eagle Clan." There was a trace of resentment in her eyes, and her shadow with the light behind her looked like a witch in a fairy tale.

"Child, you may not understand the situation. If you want to stay in the Flower Clan, you cannot deal with those ungrateful traitors - that will make people doubt your character."

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