Senior sister's ruthless ways are crazy and sassy

There were many weeds growing along the path of the mass grave. It was obviously spring, but it was very cold, and the surrounding trees were tall but dry and leafless.

There were several black crows standing on the branches, tilting their heads and staring closely at the crying woman in the mass grave with their dark eyes.

The woman's hands were stained with dirt and there were some small wounds.

There were too many corpses in the mass graves, and the smell was terrible. There were also many crows swarming around a rotting corpse.

The woman was holding a half-rotten corpse and crying, whimpering, like the sound of the cold wind blowing through the branches, which was very scary in the mass grave.

The woman held the body and reached out to wipe the face stained with blood and mud. She paused slightly when she saw her own hands, then raised her sleeves and wiped the body carefully.

But the body was already rotten, and the more it was wiped, the messier it became.

"Husband, they are so domineering, but I have no way to ask for help... It's a shame that I'm just a mortal, I can't save you... Wuwuwu... Can I take you home? It's too dirty here."

The woman is not good-looking, but her bones are very good, and her outer skin is a little dark. Now that she is crying, she looks even more ugly.

Her husband was so good-looking during his lifetime, and so gentle that he didn't think she was shameless.

Just because the son of an official took a fancy to his appearance, he had his skin cut off all over his body, just because of that so-called beauty list!

The son of an official is ugly, but he wants to be ranked among the beauties by wearing human skin.

Pity her husband!

"Your bones are very cute. If you are willing to give them to me, I will grant you a wish." A man in a black cloak appeared quietly behind him.

The man laughed under the cloak, his voice was low and pleasant. He slowly stepped forward and squatted in front of the woman, turning a blind eye to the inhuman body in her arms.

He stretched out a pale hand from under his cloak and gently touched his crying face: "Whatever you wish for, I will give it to you."

There was a chill in that hand, and the frightened woman trembled and stopped crying.

"Anything is fine, whether it's in heaven or on earth, even if you want him to die."

The woman lowered her head and looked at the body in her arms, her temples shaking and her eyes hurting: "Really?"

"Of course it's true. Look, I can make the seeds germinate and bloom, and of course I can make your wish come true." After saying this, he turned his palm over and found a round and shiny black stone in his palm.

The woman frowned: "This is obviously..." It's an ordinary stone.

"Shh... look, the flowers are blooming."

Before he finished speaking, he pinched his fingertips, and a hole actually opened above the stone, and a bud grew out of it.

The woman exclaimed, and in the blink of an eye, the bud turned into a stem, and a perfect flower bud grew from the top.

The whole body was pitch black and had a coolness that was the same as a man's hand.

The man smiled: "The flower will naturally bloom when your wish comes true, so are you willing to trade with me? You give me the bones, and I will fulfill your wish. As long as you want it, I won't force it."

The flower bone flower turned in a circle and slowly leaned next to the woman's tearful face. When the coolness passed through her face and chilled half of her body, it seemed that someone was chuckling in her ear.

The woman lowered her head tremblingly, looking silently at her hands stained with mud as her eyes filled with tears.

The man was not in a hurry and still squatted in front of her. There was a plum branch of the same color embroidered on his black robe, which could only be seen clearly in the sunlight.

After a long moment, she nodded: "Okay. A life must be paid with a life, and my husband cannot die in vain."

The man smiled, and the flower on his face opened.

"...I want him to die!"

"Okay... look, the flowers are blooming."

It was really blooming. The petals were crystal clear and black, and they were obviously stones. They bloomed slowly but did not stop. After the three layers of flowers bloomed, the woman was already stunned.

"Of course Shihuahua has no heart, so you see, I took that person's heart..." Only a thin and pale chin was exposed under the cloak, and his voice was low, with a hint of ridicule.

"Sure enough, people are different from each other. Bigan in the previous dynasty had a delicate heart with seven orifices, but the current people have a black heart that is worse than a stone, tsk tsk tsk."

The stamen is a heart, bloody and still beating slowly.

The flowers are black, the heart is black, and even the blood begins to turn black.

The woman looked helplessly at the beating heart: "This..."

"You don't even know your enemy?" The man smiled, placed the flower on the body in the woman's arms, raised his hand to touch the woman's face, his eyes were fascinated, "What a beautiful rouge bone, it would be even more beautiful if there was a flower on it. La...what kind of flowers should bloom..."

He seemed to have been thinking for a long time, and when the woman couldn't help but fall to the ground, he finally thought: "Of course the Phalaenopsis must bloom to be beautiful."

The place where the hand brushed inch by inch began to turn red, and finally the man smiled and tapped the woman's eyebrow with his index finger.

The red light flashed, and the red mark began to move. A little bit of outline and coloring finally turned into a Phalaenopsis on the face, and the dot on the index finger was the stamen.

A flower was actually carved on the face bone.

When the flowers bloom, the plain face gradually turns white, the eyebrows are as dark as a distant shade, the almond eyes are bright, and the lips are small and red.

When this step was over, the woman was still in a daze, and the man backed away with satisfaction, as if he was admiring his masterpiece: "After you die, I will naturally come to get my things... Don't worry, your skin will never grow old, after all, the rouge bones will still be there." Young people are good-looking."

After saying that, he took out a jade slip and watched as the beauty list slowly updated with a woman with a Phalaenopsis painted on her face. The name and background were written in black on the side: Zhao Daishu, the concubine of a merchant in Yanglan Kingdom.

He smiled lightly, and his figure slowly disappeared: "Zhao Daishu, enjoy this world where beauty is respected..."

Under the protection of Chiri Sect, Yanglan Kingdom was only separated by a sword and an incense stick from Xunlong City.

Because there were too many direct descendants of the five sects, Wen Yinzhi and Zhong Changxu had already brought their disciples back to resume their duties, while Xi Xingyuan asked the disciples of Shengru Pavilion to go back by themselves, saying that they wanted to see the beauty.

Therefore, the only people in the group were disciples of the Chiri Sect, Zhi Qiuyue, and Yunci of the Xuantian Sect.

Since there are no-fly agreements in the skies of each city-state, several people stopped outside the city gate.

Standing outside the city of Yanglan Kingdom, he looked up at the plaque and finally asked the question that Ji Peng had been holding back: "It's okay if Xi Xingyuan just likes to join in the fun."

He pointed at Yun Ci and Zhi Qiuyue: "Why are the Hehuan Sect here too? And don't you, the Xuantian Sect, go back?"

Zhi Qiuyue came down from the dead branch, raised her hand to straighten her hair that was a little messy in the wind, and the clothes on her body were still full of spring.

Hearing this, he only glanced at Ji Peng and said calmly: "Senior Sister Yun Ci was worried that I would be too far back to the sect, so she kindly gave me a ride. Why did Fellow Daoist Ji accuse me like I did something wrong?"

Ji Peng had never seen this scene before, and he was so shocked that he was speechless.

And Lu Lingyou, who was praised by Zhi Qiuyue on the dead branch just now, wanted to marry Jinlan on the spot. Hearing this, he glared at Ji Peng: "How can my weak sister Zhi Qiuyue compare with a person like you who plays with a big knife!"

Lu Lingyou wanted to say more, but Jiang Hua held her forehead and lifted her back. Being physically silenced, she became angry and stretched out her hand behind to fight with Jiang Hua who was pressing his forehead.

Yun Ci put away the sword and dead branches, and said calmly after hearing the words: "We just came here to see who decided the beauty list. How can the beauty list not include our Xuantian Sect."

Jipeng was speechless: "Is your Xuantian Sect the most beautiful in the world? Can you go back?"

Yun Ci had already stepped forward: "That won't work. The beauty list is not yours, so it doesn't matter what you say."

Xi Xingyuan smiled behind Ji Peng, but was glared at by Ji Peng.

He turned a blind eye and only stepped up to follow Yun Ci, while sighing: "Why is Yanglan Kingdom called this name? Is it because orchids bloom? Now is the flowering season."

Yun Ci was queuing up to enter the city. Hearing this, he smiled and said, "If there are no orchids, ask Ji Peng to pinch a few for you."

Jipeng, who was being clicked from behind, could only suppress his anger and follow them: "Change into an orchid? Can I turn into sparks for you?"

Zhi Qiuyue said leisurely: "So Daoist Fellow Ji is so powerful, can you still set off fireworks for us?"

Xi Xingyuan couldn't help but glance at Zhi Qiuyue, with a smile on his face: "Sure enough, it's different when a girl is here. Fellow Daoist Ji has never cared about us like this before."

Being washed away by two cups of tea in turn, Ji Peng's last trace of anger was extinguished.

He was very knowledgeable about current affairs and shut up obediently and never talked again.

The noisy queue suddenly fell silent, and a few people had time to hear what the people in front of them were talking about.

"I heard that the Yanglan National Flower God's appearance can make a person look good-looking. Even the faceless girl from the Zhao family was favored by the Flower God and got a good reputation!"

"Which Zhao family?"

"It's the Zhao family that sells porcelain in the west of the city!"

"That faceless girl?! No wonder so many people came to the city."

"That's right! Everyone wants to see the Goddess of Flowers appear! Tomorrow is the Day of the Goddess of Flowers, and everyone wants to be favored by the last beauty list!"

"Is he really that smart?"

"You'll know when you see the faceless girl's current appearance!"

"What's the name of that faceless girl?"

"Call...Zhao Daishu!"