The villains in Quick Transmigration are all my wives!

A few days ago, Feng Xian returned to the Three Dragons Gang, and it has been three days since now.

Hua Lujiu and Fengxian have been together for a long time, and for a while, they are really not used to eating alone in the morning.

After breakfast, just as Hua Lujiu opened the door, he saw a person hanging upside down in front of him, which scared him back a few steps.

"Hi, miss me?"

Hua Lujiu saw clearly that it was Feng Xian who hadn't seen him for three days, and he yanked Feng Xian's hair which was hanging down by gravity.

"Hey, it hurts." Feng Xian winked.

"Let you scare me." Hua Lujiu said so, but he was still worried that he would hurt Fengxian, even though he was merciful when he was pulling, so he gently stroked Fengxian's hair roots.

The wind string made a 180-degree rotation and swung down from the roof.

"Are you still scaring me?" Hua Lujiu glared and raised his eyebrows.

"Don't be scared, my scalp hurts." Feng Xian obeyed obediently.

Hua Lujiu snorted arrogantly, "Low your head, let me see if it's getting red."

Feng Xian bowed his head, Hua Lujiu checked carefully, and found that Feng Xian's scalp was not red, so he was relieved.

Feng Xian took the opportunity to kiss Hua Lujiu's side face, "It's still my wife who loves me."

Hua Lujiu covered the place where he was kissed just now, blushing, "Sneak the kiss as soon as I get back."

"No way." Feng Xian is not immune to this injustice, "I am upright."

Fengxian accompanied Hua Lujiu on the way to Yulinglong Rouge Shop, looked at the flowers on the street, and then remembered the news he had received from the Three Dragons, "I heard that in the northwest, there are flowers that bloom once a century. Mo Lan, do you want to go and have a look?"

The brothers of the Sanlong Gang who went to trade brought back the news, saying that Molan orchids bloomed in the desert in the northwest.

"Molan!" Hua Lujiu's eyes lit up. He had heard of this legendary flower, which blooms only once in a hundred years, and lived in extreme conditions. He thought that he would never have the chance to see its true face in this life.

"Do you want to watch it?" Feng Xian tempted, like a restless and kind wolf.

"It's up to you!" Hua Lujiu was very excited, but that was Mo Lan, who happened once in a hundred years.

Hua Lujiu had already been seduced by Mo Lan, he stayed at Yulinglong Rouge Shop for a while, and after explaining the matter, he immediately went back to Washington to pack his luggage.The next day, the two set off.

To be honest, the northwest direction is quite far away. With Feng Xian holding Hua Lujiu on the way, the two of them walked for half a month before arriving in the northwest.

In the northwest desert, Hua Lujiu's face was aching from the wind.

"Hold tighter." Feng Xian gathered Hua Lujiu's cloak, pulled the person into his arms, and secretly slowed down the wind speed a little.

"En." Hua Lujiu obediently responded.

The wind blows so hard in the desert that it really hurts.

It may be that Hualu's identity as the god of leeks played a role faintly, so he found the molan that bloomed alone in the desert by virtue of induction.

Hua Lujiu was so beautified by Mo Lan that he was speechless, "Feng Xian...that's Mo Lan, right..."

"En." Feng Xian responded, although he didn't know what Mo Lan looked like.

"It's so beautiful..." Hua Lujiu's eyes were filled with Molan.

Molan is a five-petal yellow flower. The inner part of each petal is light yellow, and then slowly transitions to the desert yellow outside. The desert yellow has some shiny lights and some light blue spots. The light is shining, it is really beautiful.

Hua Lujiu, who watched for an hour, finally turned his head reluctantly, "I'm done, let's go back."

"Aren't you going to take it back?" Feng Xian was a little surprised.

"No, Molan can only live in a desert environment, and I'll only harm it by taking it back." Hua Lujiu loves flowers, and loves them even more.

"In your hands, it won't die." Feng Xian said.

The magic of the flower god is that any flower can survive in his hands, no matter the environment is good or bad.

"Impossible." Hua Lujiu is very aware of how much he owns. Although the flowers in his flower factory are indeed more beautiful than those of others, he understands that it is impossible for him to change a flower that lives in the desert. .

"Trust me." Feng Xian lowered his head, holding Hua Lujiu's face.

It is also a blessing for flowers to grow in the hands of the flower god.

"I..." Hua Lujiu wavered, but he still shook his head, "I can't do it, I'll kill it."

Feng Xian said firmly: "Absolutely not."

Hua Lujiu was completely shaken, and finally decided to bring Molan back under Feng Xian's persuasion.

As it turns out, Wind Strings was right.

Hua Lujiu just found an ordinary box, filled it with some sand, and then planted Molan in it.Molan really didn't wither, it just turned back into buds after the flowers bloomed, but it lived well.

Hua Lujiu couldn't believe this fact, he finally believed that he was superior in planting flowers.

After bringing Molan back, Hua Lujiu didn't proclaim it loudly. First, Molan is extremely precious, and it is easy to attract others to covet it.Second, if Hua Lujiu's extraordinary ability is discovered by others, it may cause disaster.Therefore, Hua Lujiu can only appreciate the beauty of Molan with his family.