honey trap

Lin Mitang changed places again in the blink of an eye, but this time he was not taken away by the system in the past, it seemed that he himself triggered some conditions.

He tried to call the system, but there was no sign.

Lin Mitang looked around for a moment, the green cliffs were verdant, the clouds were misty, he was dressed in plain white ancient clothes, he had a bamboo basket on his back, and a small hoe in his hand, and there were sparkling flowers all over the place.

Something flashed in Lin Mitang's mind, and the pain made him squat down unconsciously, until the flashing scenes in his mind were frozen - he remembered, it turned out that he was Mixian, the flower god in charge of Baihua.

Lin Mitang was silent for a while, remembering that the system explained to him at the beginning that Ling Yuan and Mixian, the God of War, were a married couple. Later, the God of Flower was taken away by the Mozun, and Ling Yuan went to look for it. During the battle between the gods and the devil, the spirits were scattered...

He had doubts at the time, why did he want to eliminate the inner demons of God of War Ling Yuan?

Unless, he is the one who made him feel demons...

Lin Mitang looked through the current memory of "myself", and there was no intersection with God of War Ling Yuan, and the other party hadn't appeared in his life at this time.Is he going back in time, traveling back to the past again?

Lin Mitang lowered his eyes to see that his plain white robe was still stained with dirt. Although he is now called the God of Flowers, he is just a small god who tends flowers and plants. He has low spiritual power and is not well-known. The heavens that the system originally said were famous.

He thought about it, in order to double his status, that's why he later formed a Taoist partner with the most powerful God of War in the Nine Heavens and Ten Realms.

Lin Mitang smiled, and if he came, he would be at ease, he leisurely put the small hoe into the flower basket and put it away, and walked down the mountain.

This spiritual cliff gathers the aura of heaven and earth and breeds the best flower seeds. His little flower god is not even qualified to soar in the Lingya, and he is afraid that the wanton aura will hurt the flowers and plants.

Lin Mitang was walking down the mountain with a small flower basket on his back, when he saw a black cloud pass by and hit him in front of him, killing the large cloud of foggy flowers.

He froze for a moment, a strong smell of blood came from him, and he realized that the black cloud was a person.

The fog hidden flower is the moon in the water, the flower in the mirror, as long as it is touched, it can create the most beautiful illusion for people, and this person is not affected at all.

The man has an extremely handsome face, and every facial feature is perfect, but the first thing people notice at first sight is the man's aura.

With just one glance, Lin Mitang thought, he knew who the other party was.

That familiar feeling has been felt by those inner demons too many times, but it's just not as strong as the person in front of him.

Therefore, he should be the God of War Ling Yuan.

Lin Mitang paused and walked over slowly. On the one hand, the expression on his face was distressed that so many Wuyinhua died, and on the other hand, he seemed to be worried about the other party's injuries. He said softly, "Are you okay?"

Even though the other party was seriously injured, when he looked up at him, his dark eyes were still piercingly sharp, and Lin Mitang, who was strongly oppressed by the majestic spiritual power for a moment, took two steps back.

But after seeing him clearly, the man immediately put away all his spiritual energy and just stared at him without saying a word.

The young man was dressed in a plain white silk shirt, carrying a small flower basket on his back, his fair face was stained with a little black spiritual soil, his hair set off his delicate porcelain white face, and his pair of beautiful big eyes were clear to the bottom. There is no trace of vigilance in people, and there is no malice. It is clean from the dust and the world.

A thousand years at a glance.

Even if he didn't bring any spiritual power and aura, he still felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by such a scorching gaze.Lin Mitang pursed her lips and stared at him, "What are you looking at?"

Ling Yuan glanced at his flower god hairpin with long black hair, and his low voice was unexpectedly soft, "Little flower god? I'm sorry, I broke your flower, and I will compensate you."

A handsome man with a strong aura who is not easy to mess with at first glance, actually speaks so softly?

Lin Mitang shook his head hastily, "No need, you didn't do it on purpose." He paused as he spoke, then looked at his wound that was almost soaked in black clothes, and said cautiously: "Who are you? How did you come here..."

There was a vigilant look in those eyes, as if he was worried that he was an intruder, but it was because of his current state that he was full of blood and blood, which made him look scary.

"Don't be afraid, I'm not a bad person." Ling Yuan hooked his thin lips slightly, and laughed, "I'm Ling Yuan, and I was injured in the battle with the new Demon Lord of the Demon Realm, I'm afraid I will bother you for a few days gone."

That "don't be afraid" seemed to coincide with those in previous games, Lin Mitang lost his mind for a moment.

"You are the God of War Ling Yuan?" Lin Mitang looked surprised.

Among the gods, ghosts and monsters, who hasn't heard of Ling Yuan's name?

Originally, monsters from all walks of life were rampant and chaotic, and even Jiuchongtian was often attacked and harassed until Ling Yuan appeared.He is the number one god of war in hundreds of millions of years, and his unrivaled combat power makes no monsters dare to commit crimes in the heaven he guards.Occasionally, there will be new monsters who are not convinced to provoke, but they are all defeated.

"You can rest here with peace of mind..." Lin Mitang's slight vigilance dissipated in an instant, and he carefully moved forward to move the Wuyinhua away from the person beside him, "Where did you get hurt? Let me take a look for you..."

Being touched by the wound, Ling Yuan coughed a few times, worried that the raging spiritual power would hurt him, so he restrained his spiritual power and did not let it out.He just felt that the little flower god was too simple, and he believed it with just one word without any doubts.Fortunately, I met him, what if I was cheated by others in the future?

Softly comforted: "It's just a small injury."

Lin Mitang looked at his fluttering expression, and then at the bleeding abdominal wound, still pursing his lips tightly with a nervous and worried expression.

Ling Yuan's heart softened when he looked at him like this. His injury looked serious, but he knew that with his ability, he would heal within two days.In comparison, Demon Venerable was seriously injured, and would not be able to get out if he did not retreat for a hundred years.

"I'll help you stop the bleeding." Lin Mitang took out the hemostatic flower from the flower basket as he said, the light blue spiritual light lingered, and he urged all the spiritual power into the abdominal wound, and the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, but After a while, it began to fester a little bit...

"How did this happen? You..." Lin Mitang's eyes were slightly red, and she stretched out her hand to cover the wound.

The Immortal Devouring Powder of the Demon Race is not so easy to repair.

But with his spiritual power, the Immortal Devouring Powder can melt his flesh at most, and when he devours it himself, it will naturally dissolve.It's just that the repeated ablation will bring bone-eroding pain.

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