I've Become a Yokai Flower

"..."

Hearing this, Mr. Hua fell into silence for a while, as if he was unable to answer Bianhua's question, and finally changed the topic and said, "Is this all you have to say to me now? I didn't expect you to care about gods."

"No, I just want your divine pattern." "I just want your divine pattern."

When saying this sentence, Bi'anhua's tone did not contain any emotion, but was just stating the facts.

Yunxi once told her that the divine pattern cannot be taken away. When the god passes away, the divine pattern will also disappear with it, unless the other party voluntarily transfers it to someone else.

Moreover, the decedent must also have qualifications.

As the spirit of flowers, Bi'anhua believes that she has some similarities with them, and she should have the qualifications.

It depends on whether the other party is willing.

However, Bianhua feels hopeless.

So she didn't expect much.

"..."

Hearing this, Mr. Hua was really silent. After a long time, he said quietly: "What's so good about being a god? As a monster, you can be carefree, isn't it good?"

"It's good to be a monster. You won't be bound by any ethics and morality, and you can do whatever you want."

Nodding her head lightly, Bianhua agreed with Mr. Hua's point of view, but then she said: "However, I promised a human being's request. For her, I will become a god."

"Is that the witch?"

Anyway, he is also a god who has lived for 800 years, how could Mr. Hua not see it?A flash of memory flashed in his eyes and he said: "I used to have a cute little witch, but human beings are a short-lived race after all. After I bid her farewell, there will be no new servants..."

"……Um."

Bianhua's understated reaction is obviously not interested in Huajun's story.

Seeing this, Hua Jun also retracted the topic. At this moment, he was still lying on the ground, and said weakly: "The power of the gods is indeed powerful, but to you, it is just a drop in the sky. Chains that limit your freedom and bind you here."

"That was my decision, too."

Bianhua said resolutely.

"Ha, ha ha..."

Huajun let out a chuckle, then closed his eyes slightly as if taking a nap, and then said: "Okay, flower demon, you are qualified, but the road to the gods is bumpy, I hope you don't have a day when you regret it."

"Give me the divine pattern, and you will die."

Bianhua never thought that the other party would be so decisive.

"How long can I live on my last breath?"

Regarding this, Hua Jun asked indifferently.

"...That's right, who made human beings the best at forgetting race."

Bi'anhua squatted down, right next to Mr. Hua.

Platycodon and Xuelu are still standing on the edge of the big pit, quietly watching here, and saw a white and flawless light cluster gradually rising from between Huajun's eyebrows, falling into the hands of Bianhua, and she put the light cluster away for the time being. into the body.

"I hope that after a hundred years, you can still stick to your current thinking."

Hua Jun's voice was intermittent. When the divine pattern was separated from his body, his divine body was dissipating like smoke at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his body gradually became transparent...

Like a bubble, it disappeared.

Right in front of Bianhuahua.

"……ended."

Is it about this matter, or the end of Yizhu God?

Maybe all, maybe none.

Bianhua slowly got up, stopped here, and watched the dark purple flowers around fade away, the illusion was broken, and the bright moon in the sky was not full but a crescent.

This is all the real picture.

"Quick, look!"

Taro suddenly yelled.

He raised his hand and pointed to the thatched hut beside him, only to see a villager in gray cloth lying there, Xue Lu hurried over to check, the pulse and breathing rate of the other person were normal, it was just a deep sleep.

Not only this one, but looking around, there are several peasant women lying here and there, especially at the entrance of the village, there is a group of middle-aged men, with a pile of torches scattered around.

He must have been looking for Taro at the time.

As a result, she was dragged into a dream by Hua Jun.

Xuelu was tripped and fell to the ground by their bodies, and her hand was also pressed onto the torch by unlucky luck, so it was a scalded wound.

Among the lying villagers, Taro saw his father at a glance, ran over, shook his body, and shouted: "Father! Wake up!"

"Um……"

Dalang murmured, frowned slightly, then opened his eyes suspiciously, saw Taro with an anxious face, finally regained consciousness, and said, "Taro? Are you back?"

"Well, I'm back!"