Chapter 3500

When he walked along the city hall outside, ye Xiong had found the location of the back garden with his eyes. Now he went straight to the back garden.

As soon as I saw it, I came to the back garden. Suddenly, a familiar figure came in front of me. It was Du Yufeng, the interviewer.

After several days of inquiry, he already knew the identity of the woman.

She is the daughter of the city Lord Du Chenghe. Her husband is said to have disappeared for 2000 years. Since then, she has been single.

It is said to be missing. In fact, many people feel that her husband has fallen, but it is not public.

Ye Xiong became nervous in an instant.

Du Yufeng's realm, like him, is the early stage of fit. Theoretically, he is not afraid, but he is not familiar with Xu He, the servant of the disguise family. If Du Yufeng asks anything, he can't answer at all.

Ye Xiong held his breath, looked straight and walked by Du Yufeng step by step.

As I walked by, a gust of fragrance came. I didn't know whether it was the fragrance of flowers or Du Yufeng's body.

At this moment, he is no longer in the mood for beauty, just hope not to reveal the truth.

Finally, they walked face to face.

Suddenly, Du Yufeng shouted, "Xu He, wait a minute."

Ye Xiong got up with goose bumps, turned around, hardened his scalp and asked in a sandy voice, "Miss, what can I do for you?"

"What happened to your voice?" Du Yufeng asked strangely.

"Refining your skills and anger affects your voice." Ye Xiong replied.

This excuse is really far fetched, but Du Yufeng has no doubt.

"Wen laoai's life is exhausted. The new gardener hasn't been in place yet. If you are free these days, go to the garden and see what you need to do." Du Yufeng ordered.

"Yes, miss." Ye Xiong nodded.

"All right, you go!" Du Yufeng said, turned and left.

Ye Xiong breathed a sigh of relief and continued to walk towards the back garden.

A moment later, he came to the back garden. Only before he met was a garden of about ten mu, in which many flowers were planted, colorful and colorful.

Countless flower species that ye Xiong can't name, according to their categories, form a huge flower field, which looks very shocking.

It's shocking that so many kinds of flowers have been planted in this small ten Mu garden.

Ye Xiong is walking around the garden. All kinds of flowers come to his nostrils, which makes people feel relaxed and happy.

He saw at a glance that there was a purple rose in the garden, standing in his own field among the flowers.

A bold idea arose in Ye Xiong's heart.

Why don't they change a purple rose? Instead, they took so many flowerpots at that time. How can they remember so clearly.

Just in case, ye Xiong immediately took out the withered purple rose from himself and looked at it carefully.

He used his magic eye to sweep it from head to foot again and again. He was sure that there was no mark on it. Then he quickly went to the garden, pulled up a purple rose root by root and put it into his bracelet space.

If you really can't find an antidote, you can only use this trick.

After all this, ye Xiong walked to a humble cabin in the middle of the garden.

The city Lord's residence is surrounded by tall buildings, which are very magnificent. Both the periphery and the main hall and wing rooms inside are penetrated by boulders.

Wooden house, only this one.

It seems that this is where the gardener usually lives.

In Ye Xiong's mind, she recalled Du Yufeng's words just now. When she talked about old Wen, her tone was very respectful. Obviously, in her heart, she had not only regarded old Wen as an ordinary servant.

Ye Xiong thought for a moment and went in.

Although he doesn't know what the relationship between Wen and Xu he is, it's still worth taking the risk.

The wooden house is very simple. There is only a table for eating and some tools used by the gardener.

There is also a room in the living room. From this angle, you can only see very little line of sight.

"Old Wen, are you there, miss? Let me come and have a look." Ye Xiong continued to whisper.

"Come in!" An old voice came from inside.

Ye Xiong calmed down and went in.

It is still relatively simple inside. There is a bed beside the wall. On the bed lies an old woman who has not breathed. Her body exudes a cold breath and is covered with a layer of petals. It is very beautiful.

An old man with white hair and thin face sat by the bed, holding the dead old woman's hand in his hand.

Watching this scene, ye Xiong's heart was instantly touched.

Ten years of training can cross the boat, and a hundred years of training can sleep together.

Friars, you are always a thousand years old. Long live your bone age. How kind of love can you be together for so long.

"Old Wen, people have joys and sorrows, and the moon is full and waning. I'm sorry." Ye Xiong gives a voice to comfort.

Old Wen's eyes just came back from the old woman, fell on him and asked, "who are you?"

His eyes were deeply sunk, and his face was as old as bark. Obviously, his longevity is almost exhausted. Ye Xiong didn't dare to spy on his accomplishments. First, it was very impolite. Second, once he used his spiritual sense or vitality, it would certainly fluctuate and attract attention. Even if he was a little careless, he would be exposed in this house“ My name is Xu he. I'm your servant. Miss, let me come over and see if I can help you look at the flowers and take care of them. " Ye Xiong replied“ No, miss has a heart. " Wen Lao said. Ye Xiong looked around again and didn't see anything. As he expected, how could he put something as important as flower poison antidote in his room. Originally, ye Xiong wanted to knock and push to find out the antidote news, but at this time, old Wen was widowed. At this time, he still had another plan. He felt too cruel. He could not do such a thing with a Buddha heart“ Old Wen, you are so loving that you will definitely be together in your next life. " Ye Xiong said“ We had a lot of quarrels in our life. The day before she died, we still quarreled. Unexpectedly... "Wen sighed“ Nanwu Amitabha night, duotaga night, duodi night, he Amitabha pi... "Ye Xiong recited softly and looked pious. This is the "dying mantra", the most common Buddhist Scripture of transcending the dead. An ordinary Buddhist city. Old Wen looked at him unexpectedly. He didn't seem to expect that he would recite the death mantra. "“ Amitabha, DOH, DOH, DOH, DOH, DOH, DOH, DOH. " Old Wen recited along. Then, as if they had a tacit understanding, they began to recite the death Mantra at the same time. After reciting the "death mantra", ye Xiong stopped and quietly withdrew. Old Wen still closed his eyes and recited the death mantra for his wife. That picture is really moving. This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.