In her hand, the knife rested against the slender chest of Hua Feng, as she said, “Your brother mentions you the most.”
Hua Feng blinked incessantly, seemingly eager to hear more about his brother.
The Holy Maiden solemnly continued, “He said that the greatest love of his life was his younger brother and the Flower God.”
“Before Flower God appeared, his most important person was his brother, and all he ever wished for was his younger brother’s health and happiness.”
Hua Feng’s eyes gradually moistened.
The knife sliced through his chest, and a stream of fresh blood gushed out, staining the bed with holy water, which slowly congealed.
“He had no doubt about his love for the Flower God, but it was only that year that he came to know Flower God.”
“Your maternal grandparents arranged a marriage for your brother, and the other party explicitly said that they couldn’t accept a mentally challenged younger brother.”
“You know, the situation of the two of you here in Furen County wasn’t much better than in the kingdom. The only way to resist that marriage and secure a future for his younger brother was for him to become a Flower Attendant.”
“That year, the Flower Attendant was personally selected by the King, and the position was prestigious, with family members also being respected and treated well.”
“He said that, whether he lived or died, no one would dare to mistreat his younger brother again.”
“He said he would become the best Flower Attendant, leaving his name in the Flower God’s temple, protecting his brother for life.”
The knife cut through the blood-red heart.
Hua Feng suddenly widened his eyes, tears falling one by one into the holy water, creating large drops.
His heart split open, causing unbearable pain.
Some warm liquid poured into his heart.
That blood-red heart began to beat violently.
In the next room.
Zhu Shuangshuang held a knife, tears flowing incessantly.
“Young Taoist, if I cut open your chest, will you die like Jiang Ying did? I remember she died because that hand pierced her chest.”
“Without anesthesia, would you die in pain?”
“Would I be able to see your heart, with so many blood vessels connected, stop beating in front of my eyes?”
Su Wangsheng sighed, “Will you find out that my heart is black?”
Zhu Shuangshuang was choked with tears.
“The Holy Maiden stands in prayer and worship in the morning, then kneels for worship in the afternoon. It’s only during this short noon break that she doesn’t rest and wants to teach us how to plant flowers. Do you know why?”
Unconsciously following his words, Zhu Shuangshuang asked, “Why? Why doesn’t she rest and help us plant flowers in the evening?”
Su Wangsheng said, “Because at noon, when the sun is highest, it’s the least active time for the sacred flowers. It’s the time when our suffering would be at the lowest.”
“Please, think about my situation. Don’t delay, do it quickly.”
He tilted his head back, no longer looking at Zhu Shuangshuang, his vacant gaze lost in thought.
He said in a hoarse voice, “I’ve seen a lot of life and death. In the past, people often cried and cursed me, saying my heart was black.”
“Shuangshuang, it’s your turn. Is my heart really black?”
Zhu Shuangshuang held the knife handle tightly, tears flowing uncontrollably.
“It turns out that standing is no better than lying down.”
“Why do we have to do this?”
“Why?”
She had to cut open Su Wangsheng’s chest, and next door, Ning su had to lie in bed, his thin chest to be cut open by Ning Changfeng.
She clenched her teeth and tried to steady her trembling hand. She plunged the knife down suddenly. “I hate this instance!”
Warm blood sprayed all over Zhu Shuangshuang’s face, her tears mixing with his blood.
In the boundless world of blood, she trembled as she searched for Su Wangsheng’s heart. “Red, red, young Taoist, red, young Taoist, your heart is red, ahhh!”
Blood covered her hands.
She finally broke down and burst into tears.
Su Wangsheng opened his eyes, and he saw the clear tears rolled down her round eyes.
She was still the same crybaby she used to be when they were in the bus.
But inside a Level Five instance, she had long grown beyond that crying child.
She had matured so much.
She cried, she was afraid, and she trembled as she swiftly cut open his heart and sewed a petal into it.
“Young Taoist, you must live for me!!!”
Su Wangsheng’s fading consciousness was gradually pulled back.
A tear fell onto his heart.
He genuinely felt the tear drop into his heart.
That bright red heart throbbed.
In the next room.
Ning Su lay on the waterbed. One could see his superior features without any blind spots from any angle.
When looking down from above, with no hair to obscure his features, the impact was even stronger, especially when he lay still on the bed, naturally exuding a hint of vulnerability.
He said, “Brother, do I look good?”
Ning Changfeng replied, “Yes, you’re ranked second in the entire game base.”
Ning Su didn’t pick up on his self-love joke. He blinked and looked straight at him, continuing to ask, “Which part of my features is the best?”
Ning Changfeng’s gaze slid over his straight, slightly narrow eyebrows, to his clear, stagnant peach blossom eyes, where the tails of the eyes had a drooping curve.
His upper face was very handsome, so handsome that people would inexplicably soften at first glance.
And his lips were thin, his nose was tall, with some sharp angles.
Two not very large ears, with round and plump earlobes.
All of these elements came together to form a strangely familiar yet unique image.
Ning Su said, “I think my eyes are the best.”
Ning Changfeng responded with a deep ‘Hmm,’ his voice heavy, and it was unclear whether he agreed or not.
Ning Su continued, “Is my clothing disheveled? Please tidy it up for me.”
They had just arrived and hadn’t changed into the black flower servant robes of the Flower God’s temple yet. Ning Su had removed his red outer robe, revealing a white robe that scattered in the green holy water.
Ning Changfeng neatly adjusted the hem of his robe.
Ning Su then said, “Is my hair messy? Please tidy it up, and make sure not a single strand is out of place.”
Ning Changfeng replied with a reluctant tone, “...”
While he tidied his hair, he muttered, “You’re not going to die, are you? Are you treating this like preparing a deceased body?”
Ning Su didn’t respond to his comment. Instead, he felt Ning Changfeng’s fingers in his hair, sliding over his scalp.
The holy water was dark in color and cold.
His warm fingers were adept at capturing it.
They quickly moved over his head and down along his long, black hair.
Around the slender neck enclosed by the overlapping white robe collars, the small Adam’s apple stiffly bobbed.
After Ning Changfeng had finished arranging his clothing and hair to present his best appearance, Ning Su raised his hand.
Ning Changfeng hesitated for a moment, then extended his own hand.
For a brief moment, he thought Ning Su was going to hold his hand.
Without much thought, he instinctively reached out.
Ning Su’s hand slowly descended, and he solemnly and devoutly placed the four petals of the blood flower that had been clasped in his palm into his hand. “Please, take good care of Him and place Him in my heart.”
In her hand, the knife rested against the slender chest of Hua Feng, as she said, “Your brother mentions you the most.”
Hua Feng blinked incessantly, seemingly eager to hear more about his brother.
The Holy Maiden solemnly continued, “He said that the greatest love of his life was his younger brother and the Flower God.”
“Before Flower God appeared, his most important person was his brother, and all he ever wished for was his younger brother’s health and happiness.”
Hua Feng’s eyes gradually moistened.
The knife sliced through his chest, and a stream of fresh blood gushed out, staining the bed with holy water, which slowly congealed.
“He had no doubt about his love for the Flower God, but it was only that year that he came to know Flower God.”
“Your maternal grandparents arranged a marriage for your brother, and the other party explicitly said that they couldn’t accept a mentally challenged younger brother.”
“You know, the situation of the two of you here in Furen County wasn’t much better than in the kingdom. The only way to resist that marriage and secure a future for his younger brother was for him to become a Flower Attendant.”
“That year, the Flower Attendant was personally selected by the King, and the position was prestigious, with family members also being respected and treated well.”
“He said that, whether he lived or died, no one would dare to mistreat his younger brother again.”
“He said he would become the best Flower Attendant, leaving his name in the Flower God’s temple, protecting his brother for life.”
The knife cut through the blood-red heart.
Hua Feng suddenly widened his eyes, tears falling one by one into the holy water, creating large drops.
His heart split open, causing unbearable pain.
Some warm liquid poured into his heart.
That blood-red heart began to beat violently.
In the next room.
Zhu Shuangshuang held a knife, tears flowing incessantly.
“Young Taoist, if I cut open your chest, will you die like Jiang Ying did? I remember she died because that hand pierced her chest.”
“Without anesthesia, would you die in pain?”
“Would I be able to see your heart, with so many blood vessels connected, stop beating in front of my eyes?”
Su Wangsheng sighed, “Will you find out that my heart is black?”
Zhu Shuangshuang was choked with tears.
“The Holy Maiden stands in prayer and worship in the morning, then kneels for worship in the afternoon. It’s only during this short noon break that she doesn’t rest and wants to teach us how to plant flowers. Do you know why?”
Unconsciously following his words, Zhu Shuangshuang asked, “Why? Why doesn’t she rest and help us plant flowers in the evening?”
Su Wangsheng said, “Because at noon, when the sun is highest, it’s the least active time for the sacred flowers. It’s the time when our suffering would be at the lowest.”
“Please, think about my situation. Don’t delay, do it quickly.”
He tilted his head back, no longer looking at Zhu Shuangshuang, his vacant gaze lost in thought.
He said in a hoarse voice, “I’ve seen a lot of life and death. In the past, people often cried and cursed me, saying my heart was black.”
“Shuangshuang, it’s your turn. Is my heart really black?”
Zhu Shuangshuang held the knife handle tightly, tears flowing uncontrollably.
“It turns out that standing is no better than lying down.”
“Why do we have to do this?”
“Why?”
She had to cut open Su Wangsheng’s chest, and next door, Ning su had to lie in bed, his thin chest to be cut open by Ning Changfeng.
She clenched her teeth and tried to steady her trembling hand. She plunged the knife down suddenly. “I hate this instance!”
Warm blood sprayed all over Zhu Shuangshuang’s face, her tears mixing with his blood.
In the boundless world of blood, she trembled as she searched for Su Wangsheng’s heart. “Red, red, young Taoist, red, young Taoist, your heart is red, ahhh!”
Blood covered her hands.
She finally broke down and burst into tears.
Su Wangsheng opened his eyes, and he saw the clear tears rolled down her round eyes.
She was still the same crybaby she used to be when they were in the bus.
But inside a Level Five instance, she had long grown beyond that crying child.
She had matured so much.
She cried, she was afraid, and she trembled as she swiftly cut open his heart and sewed a petal into it.
“Young Taoist, you must live for me!!!”
Su Wangsheng’s fading consciousness was gradually pulled back.
A tear fell onto his heart.
He genuinely felt the tear drop into his heart.
That bright red heart throbbed.
In the next room.
Ning Su lay on the waterbed. One could see his superior features without any blind spots from any angle.
When looking down from above, with no hair to obscure his features, the impact was even stronger, especially when he lay still on the bed, naturally exuding a hint of vulnerability.
He said, “Brother, do I look good?”
Ning Changfeng replied, “Yes, you’re ranked second in the entire game base.”
Ning Su didn’t pick up on his self-love joke. He blinked and looked straight at him, continuing to ask, “Which part of my features is the best?”
Ning Changfeng’s gaze slid over his straight, slightly narrow eyebrows, to his clear, stagnant peach blossom eyes, where the tails of the eyes had a drooping curve.
His upper face was very handsome, so handsome that people would inexplicably soften at first glance.
And his lips were thin, his nose was tall, with some sharp angles.
Two not very large ears, with round and plump earlobes.
All of these elements came together to form a strangely familiar yet unique image.
Ning Su said, “I think my eyes are the best.”
Ning Changfeng responded with a deep ‘Hmm,’ his voice heavy, and it was unclear whether he agreed or not.
Ning Su continued, “Is my clothing disheveled? Please tidy it up for me.”
They had just arrived and hadn’t changed into the black flower servant robes of the Flower God’s temple yet. Ning Su had removed his red outer robe, revealing a white robe that scattered in the green holy water.
Ning Changfeng neatly adjusted the hem of his robe.
Ning Su then said, “Is my hair messy? Please tidy it up, and make sure not a single strand is out of place.”
Ning Changfeng replied with a reluctant tone, “...”
While he tidied his hair, he muttered, “You’re not going to die, are you? Are you treating this like preparing a deceased body?”
Ning Su didn’t respond to his comment. Instead, he felt Ning Changfeng’s fingers in his hair, sliding over his scalp.
The holy water was dark in color and cold.
His warm fingers were adept at capturing it.
They quickly moved over his head and down along his long, black hair.
Around the slender neck enclosed by the overlapping white robe collars, the small Adam’s apple stiffly bobbed.
After Ning Changfeng had finished arranging his clothing and hair to present his best appearance, Ning Su raised his hand.
Ning Changfeng hesitated for a moment, then extended his own hand.
For a brief moment, he thought Ning Su was going to hold his hand.
Without much thought, he instinctively reached out.
Ning Su’s hand slowly descended, and he solemnly and devoutly placed the four petals of the blood flower that had been clasped in his palm into his hand. “Please, take good care of Him and place Him in my heart.”
