honey trap

Enduring the severe pain of tearing again, Ling Yuan still had a smile on his face, and said slowly: "Believe me, this little thing can't help me."

"But you will be in pain..." Lin Mitang's voice was full of tension.

Ling Yuan's heart trembled, and his dark and deep eyes slowly looked at him.

"Although my spiritual power can't completely repair your injury, I've been with all kinds of medicinal flowers since I was a child. It's okay to help you relieve some pain..." Lin Mitang was talking, and the person had already moved over, hands They all covered his abdominal wound, and a light blue aura lingered, pouring into his skin bit by bit.

He stared blankly at the person who was close to him, and there seemed to be a light fragrance of flowers coming from him.

"Hmm..." Lin Mitang was exhausted and was about to fall down, Ling Yuan hurriedly caught him.

"Does it feel better?" Lin Mitang didn't care about himself, with a bright smile on his slightly pale face.

Yuan saw that his heart was pounding, there was nowhere to release his stuffy emotions, he just felt that his whole heart was full of sourness and sweetness.

"It's much better, I'll take you back..." Ling Yuan picked him up as he spoke, hooked his fingers, picked up the small flower basket, and Teng Yunfei went down the mountain.

"Flying with spiritual power is not allowed here..." Lin Mitang froze for a while before getting nervous.

Ling Yuan: "It's okay, I'll talk about it."

Lin Mitang muttered softly, "I hurt the flowers and plants..."

Ling Yuan: "...I paid attention and didn't hurt them."

Lin Mitang: "Alright then..."

……

The Temple of Flowers where Lin Mitang lives, is covered with white gauze and misty shadows, a winding pavilion leading to secluded places, and there are clusters of flowers in full bloom in the hall.

It was obvious that Ling Yuan was sent to recuperate from his injuries, but now he took care of the exhausted Lin Mitang instead.

Ling Yuan settled the person down, sat on the edge of the bed and watched him sleepy.

Now that the pain in his body is relieved, it is not a problem to return to the God of War Palace immediately, but he does not want to leave so soon.

……

A few days have passed in the blink of an eye, and today is still Ling Yuanlai's day at the Flower God Temple.

Lin Mitang was sorting all kinds of flowers into different flower bags, and looked back at the person who was leaning on the side and looking at her.He changed into a black robe, handsome and chic.

Lin Mitang glanced at it, a little curious, "Aren't you going back?"

Ling Yuan changed his face and chattered nonsense, "My injury is still not healed, I need to recuperate, you should be quiet here."

Fortunately, Xiao Huashen was simple and didn't doubt it.Lin Mitang nodded, "That's right, I haven't had anyone come here for hundreds of years, so it's the best place to recuperate from injuries."

Ling Yuan looked at it for a while, then walked to him and sat down to help him, "What are you doing?"

"In a few days, it will be the folk Flower Festival. I have to make some preparations."

Ling Yuan was silent for a while, "What is Hua Chaojie going to do?"

"Me? I'm going to sow flower seeds and go to the Temple of Flowers to collect the blessings everyone prayed for, but folks are so fun. They will go out together to enjoy flowers, hang flower lamps, and make flower cakes. It's super good. Food..." The more Lin Mitang spoke, the brighter his eyes became.

Ling Yuan's eyes were soft, "I'll go with you."

……

Finally came the Flower Festival, Lin Mitang sowed the prepared flower seeds early, as if a hundred flowers bloomed overnight.

There are many people who go out in spring in the folk suburbs, and the temple of Huashen is also overcrowded.

Lin Mitang took Ling Yuan and sat cross-legged behind the flower god statue, no one could see anyway.

Ling Yuan took out an exquisite food box from the Qiankun bag and handed it to him.

"What is this?" Lin opened it curiously, "Hua Cake!"

"You try it."

Although they no longer need to eat ordinary food, the look on Lin Mitang's face when he mentioned it last time caught his attention.Genius god of war, learning how to make these things is also very fast.

"It's delicious!" Lin Mitang narrowed his satisfied eyes slightly.

Ling Yuan slightly hooked his lips.

……

Gradually, more and more people came to the Flower God Temple to worship the Flower God and pray for the blessing of the Flower God——

"Pray for the blessings of the Flower Goddess, and keep our family safe..."

"I implore the flower goddess to save my child..."

……

Lin Mitang heard a sobbing prayer, and when she turned her head, she saw a poor woman crying with a comatose child in her arms.She kowtowed piously and earnestly, her forehead was already torn.

Lin Mitang sighed, raised his fingertips lightly, and a ray of light blue aura poured into the child's forehead.

The woman realized that the high fever of the child in her arms had subsided, she opened her eyes slightly, she couldn't help being overjoyed, and kowtowed several times again, "The goddess of the flower god has appeared! Thank you, the goddess of the flower god!"...

After hearing the woman's words, the people outside worshiped the Flower God more devoutly.

And Ling Yuan was looking at him with a tenderness that outsiders had never seen before.

After that, there was an endless stream of people praying, and some even asked for marriage——

Lin Mitang blushed: "I should ask Yue Lao for this?"

Seeking heirs—

Lin Mitang was a little embarrassed: "...this..."

Ling Yuan seldom teased, "Xiao Mixian, you should let them ask Miss Songzi."

Lin Mitang: ...

……

Soon, it was dark outside.

The number of people praying in the Flower Temple has decreased, and now is the time to hang lanterns.

"Let's go, let's go and have a look too." Ling Yuan led the people who had stayed in Huashen Temple for a day to go out.

Crowds are crowded, and countless lanterns are hung on the branches of flowering trees, and the dim lights complement each other with red flowers and green branches.

"It's so beautiful!" Lin Mitang was overjoyed, and was almost knocked down by the crowd.

"Be careful." Ling Yuan, who had been following behind him, stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around him.

The strong arms are like a wall that firmly separates him from others.

Lin Mitang turned his head slightly, his dark eyes reflected thousands of lights, while Ling Yuan's eyes were full of him.

Flowers move towards the moon and night, who can bear lovesickness and not blind date.

Ling Yuan leaned slightly, wanting to kiss him.

A sound of fireworks exploded, waking Lin Mitang awake. He quickly took a step back, turned around and disappeared into the sea of ​​people.

Ling Yuan hurriedly chased after him, and finally blocked him in a quiet alley.

"What are you running for?" A lantern appeared in Ling Yuan's hand, and he raised his hand and handed it to him, "Do you want to try it?"

Lin Mitang turned her face away, her eyes wandered around, she just didn't look at him, and muttered softly, "Why should I hang up the lantern? I am the god of flowers, so I beg myself?"

Without hesitation, Ling Yuan said, "You can also ask me." After a pause, he added: "I can give you whatever you want."

Lin Mitang suddenly raised her eyes to look at him, under the night, Ling Yuan's eyes were as gentle as water.

He asked in a daze, "Why?"

The four eyes met, wondering if it was because the light turned red on his face, Ling Yuan raised his hand and touched his red-stained earlobe.

The low voice, every word, is clear to the ears——

"because I like you."

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