A Thousand Faces of Grace

Chapter 67 Won the game, but... 4
"Prince Rui shouldn't have any objections, right?" The magic stick smiled and said to Prince Rui.

Prince Rui put away the doubts on his face, smiled humbly: "What about the old man, you can come up with the question, I think everyone will want it." The language is polite and the attitude is respectful.

From this, Xiao Muli came to a conclusion: "This strange stick has a beginning."

It's a pity that she has been an idiot in this world for several years. She is too ignorant to know his background.

"The old man's question is very simple, let's test your knowledge."

When Xiao Muli heard the words, he felt mixed joy and sorrow.

If the test is about natural things, with her experience of thousands of years in her previous life, she naturally doesn't have to be afraid of Lan Junque.

But if the test is something unique to this life, she will lose.

Just as I was thinking about it, I heard a strange voice saying: "There is a kind of flower that blooms for 1000 years and falls for 1000 years. The flowers bloom and the flowers bloom and the leaves fall. Every year, the flowers and leaves will never meet. It is a kind of tragedy." The thickest flower, do you know the name of this flower and where it grows?"

This is the problem?
Xiao Mu was overjoyed in his centrifugation, and suddenly felt that the voice of this strange stick was so damn good.

When the others heard the words, they all seemed to be in deep thought, thinking hard, obviously they didn't know the flower.

Xiao Muli was secretly happy, she happened to know this flower, not only knew it, but also planted it herself.

With a confident smile raised at the corner of his mouth, he looked at Lan Junque provocatively, saw that his expression was different, his brows were frowning, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Xiao Muli became more and more determined, she will win this round.

"Can the prince know this flower?" Xiao Muli asked first.

"I seem to have heard it from someone, but I can't remember the shape and name of this flower." Lan Junque said in a low voice, his eyes were a little confused, and he frowned, trying to remember.

Muttering in his mouth: "Bloom for 1000 years, fall for 1000 years, flowers and leaves will never meet each other, love is not caused by cause and effect, fate is destined to life and death..."

Unfortunately, the voice was too low and no one could hear it.

Xiao Muli sneered secretly, if you have little experience, you have little knowledge, and you still want to save face and refuse to admit it, saying some inexplicable words to smooth things over for yourself, pretending to be pretty.

You may not see this kind of flower even if you live another 1000 years.

Because, that is the flower of death, which only blooms on Huangquan Road.

"Oh, my lord has a bad memory. If you can't remember it, don't force it. It's not good if you make your memory disorder and your nerves go crazy. The little girl just knows it. You might as well let the little girl explain it for you."

Xiao Muli smiled lightly, but his tone clearly revealed his complacency.

"This kind of flower is called Manzhushahua, also known as Bianhuahua. It grows in the underworld, absorbs the power of yin, and is irrigated with the water of the Forgotten River. The flower is as big as a bowl, and the petals are oblanceolate, slender and curved, and spread backwards. Curly, the edges are wrinkled, the flower color is bewitching, thick and blood-like, when the flowers bloom, they are extravagant, and when they fall, they are full of sadness. This flower is the only color in the underworld."

"How? Am I right?" After speaking, Xiao Muli winked mischievously at the Monster Stick and asked.

"That's right...all right."

Guaishen stick laughed and said, the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were full of excitement, he looked happier than Xiao Muli.

"Two wins in three rounds, should the horse belong to me?"

"It should be so, it should be so..."

Guaishen stick continued to laugh, Xiao Muli felt that he must be so excited that he was a little incoherent.

Feeling this person has a grudge against Lan Junque, so excited to see him lose?
Turning his head to look at the other two princes, his expression was the exact opposite of that of the magic stick, with a bitter look on his face, and his face was a little blue.

Really, so weird.

(End of this chapter)