Chapter 1514

"Cough ~"

with a cough, Ye Zi stood up slowly.

At this time, ye Ziheng's clothes have already been turned into a rag. The scars on his body are left with blood, but at the same time, he has recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Ye Ziheng slowly walked to the side of Huayan. Looking at the bruised flower face. But before he could say anything, he saw Hua Yan raise his hand and reach for ye Ziheng.

See this scene, ye Ziheng subconsciously back away, but then, flower Yan's fingers are slowly growing a gorgeous red flowers.

"Take it. It's not poisonous."

Said, flower Yan's face showed a faint smile.

But ye Ziheng is some do not believe that, who knows this is not the plot of Huayan.

"Take it. It's not poisonous. She's in a situation where she wants to fight you. There's nothing she can do."

The voice of the Demon Lord came slowly. After hearing this, ye Ziheng put down his guard, walked slowly to the past, and plucked the flower from the flower face's fingers.

Looking at this gorgeous and delicate flower in his hand, ye Ziheng's face can't help but show a hint of temptation.

Just want to ask, Hua Yan is the first to ask: "did you send her flowers?"

Ye Ziheng is stunned for a moment. He looks at the place where Hua Yan's eyes are focusing. He sees zihanyu. Then he looks at the flower in his hand and shakes his head.

The flower face looks like a light smile on her face, "then give this flower to her. Every girl is eager to receive the flowers of her beloved boy. Unfortunately... "

Speaking of this, Hua Yandun stopped, looked at the flower in ye Ziheng's hand, hesitated for a long time, and said slowly after half a sound.

"Unfortunately, I haven't received his flowers in my life."

With that, Hua Yan smiles at ye Ziheng, and her body slowly begins to wither, just like those flowers that have lost nutrients and soil.

And ye Ziheng stood in place is also hesitant for a few seconds, finally or turn around, take up the flower, limp toward the purple culvert rain.

"Here is the flower for you."

Ye Ziheng said, hands the flower out, he has no good lines, only four simple words.

Zihanyu glanced at ye Ziheng, stunned for a moment, but soon turned his eyes to him.

"Don't worry, let's take a rest and go on."

Zihanyu said, his face full of concern.

Obviously, he is more concerned about ye Ziheng's safety than with flowers.

Ye Ziheng smiled quietly, but to be honest, he was seriously injured, and needed a good rest.

So ye Ziheng hands the flower to zihanyu, and sits on the spot and recovers. Zihanyu carefully collects the flower into the spirit storage box, and then stands beside ye Ziheng to protect his Dharma.

At this time, not far from ye Ziheng's meditation recovery, a figure is quietly watching him.

That figure is there, floating in the air, stepping on a flying sword at his feet, looking at ye Ziheng's eyes, it seems to be a little sad, some bitter, and finally some helpless.

For a long time, the figure sighed, "apprentice, don't let me down."

Then the figure left. The master of that figure is ye Ziheng's master, Yu Nianzu.