After awakening the evil god, it was marked

Compared with Yan Zhijin's usual image, the garland is too childish.

Yan Hui was wearing a gorgeous and slightly rough garland, and he didn't dare to move, but he just looked up and could see the red petals hanging on his forehead.

He asked uncertainly, "Is this for me?"

"Yeah." Yan Zhijin took off the wreath and handed it to him, "I don't think I've given you anything. White flowers don't seem to suit you. I asked Snowfau and I chose a few." suitable."

The wreath is made of a kind of tough brown rattan, and the huge bright red petals are swaying in the wind. Just by looking at it, one can imagine the softness and plumpness of the petals.The spaces between the petals are dotted with small crimson flowers.

If you look closely, you will find that those small flowers are the plants that originally grew on the rattan, as if the flowers were born after sucking the life out of the rattan.

"Do you think this kind of flower is suitable for me?" Yan Hui squeezed the petals, and carefully placed the flowers to prevent the wreath from being damaged.

"If you don't like it, you can change it." Yan Zhijin said.

"I like it." Yan Hui blurted out.

After a few seconds, he showed a sly smile and asked, "Then if I keep saying I don't like it, can I have more?"

Yan Zhijin turned cold and snatched the wreath back: "Then you don't have any."

Yan Hui immediately stopped joking and said seriously, "This is fine."

He flattened his hair, formally put the wreath back on his head, and asked, "Is it right?"

"Do you really want to wear it?" He was so active, but Yan Zhijin felt uncomfortable.

"Of course." Yan Hui adjusted the position of the wreath, and pulled the hair on his forehead to the side, "Don't you also wear the flowers I gave you?"

"Should we go back—cough cough, your wreath is quite unique, where did you buy it?" Shen Zhiyu squeezed between the two of them, and was about to greet them to set off when he saw the wreath on Yan Hui's head and couldn't help laughing speak up.

Yan Zhijin's face turned red.

The wreath belonged to him on a whim, and he saw Yan Fu making gestures on his head, so he made a wreath by accident.Thinking about it now, this kind of thing was too childish for both him and Yan Hui.

Even in terms of workmanship, it is too rough.

Seeing Yan Zhen seriously introducing the origin of the wreath, he quickly took it off, raised his voice, and overshadowed his voice: "Let's go back."

"Yeah, go back," Shen Zhiyu replied perfunctorily, his eyes still on the wreath, and he deliberately said to Yan Hui, "I didn't expect that you would like this kind of...youthful things."

Yan Zhijin was so ashamed that he wanted to dig up all the flowers in the greenhouse and hide in the ground by himself.

He tried his best to maintain his superficial calm: "This is a local..."

Yan Zhen readily admitted: "Well, I like it."

Yan Zhijin: "...Special products."

Yan Hui took the wreath in his hand, put it on his head again, and introduced to Shen Zhiyu: "Look at the shape and structure, the choice and arrangement of flowers, the choice of color...all are well done."

His attitude was extremely solemn, as if what was on his head was not a simple wreath, but an exquisite cultural relic.

Shen Zhiyu was stunned when he heard this, and looked at the wreath suspiciously.

Yan Xun talked a lot, and finally concluded his statement in a gentle tone: "The most important thing is that this is a gift from someone important to me."

Yan Zhijin's face was so hot that it could smoke.

Shen Zhiyu stared at him blankly for a few seconds, burst out laughing, raised her eyebrows and said, "Yo, I'm showing off."

"No, I want one too," he said coquettishly, holding Yan Zhijin's shoulders, "Brother, why don't you make me a garland too?"

"No." Yan Zhijin said expressionlessly.

"You do it all for him!"

"I'm not young, so I don't know how to make youthful things." Yan Zhijin pushed his glasses and said mercilessly, "Go back to the hotel."

"You are eccentric! You are already very youthful, and the red one is so energetic. No, youth is not a bad word, it sounds so energetic. Is your dear brother so unimportant?"

Yan Zhijin turned a deaf ear to his accusation and went straight to the others.

Yan Hui followed closely behind him, and smiled at Shen Zhiyu as he passed by.

Like a pet snake that has just been rewarded by its owner, it is proud and proud.

Shen Zhiyu howled louder: "Brother, he is showing off in front of me."

Yan Zhijin's cold voice came from afar: "If you don't leave, I will show off in front of you."

Shen Zhiyu looked at the fresh white flower on his chest, tearing through a bowl of air dog food.

It was just an accident that Hu Peng's purpose was to photograph wild animals and understand the content of the religion Snowf belonged to.

Yan Zhijin's time was limited, and their schedule was very tight. Even if they were interested in religion, they could only observe and photograph wild animals first. After Yan Zhijin returned to China, Hu Peng's team would have a deeper understanding.

As soon as the car stopped at the door of the hotel, there were sounds of fighting and pleading from a man not far away.

A thin man in a wheelchair begged for mercy to several tall men and women: "Don't, don't hit me. I was wrong, let me go!"

The person in front of him showed no mercy. A tall young woman kicked him on the wheelchair, grabbed him by the collar, dangled him like a chicken, and said, "Let me go? You Why do you say this every time? Do you think I let you go before?"

Others beside her also laughed and kicked the man's wheelchair.

The man's wheelchair fell to the ground between their pushing and shoving. He lay on the ground and stretched out his hand tremblingly: "Please... please let me go... It's all a misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding!"

"It's Matt and the others!" Edward said angrily, "They are bullying George again."

Sinov folded his arms and sneered: "Natural nature is hard to change."

"Is he the one you said before, the one who was beaten into a disability?" Shen Zhiyu stood on tiptoe and looked forward.

"Yes. My poor George, why did I bump into them again? His legs are not healed yet, and I don't know if he will be able to walk again in the future." Edward wanted to step forward to stop him, but when he saw the muscles on the group of people, he again Backed away, looking anxiously at Yan Zhijin and the others, "If you don't stop them, the rest of George's life will be over."

Several people glanced at each other, Yan Zhijin and Shen Zhiyu were omega, and they definitely couldn't compare to those alphas in terms of physical strength, there was nothing they could do to help them.

Yan Hui was waiting for Yan Zhijin to speak.

Yan Zhijin hesitated for a moment, but didn't tell him to act.

Hu Peng hesitated, but finally Zhang Shuo stepped forward and stopped Matt and the others: "What's the matter, just talk about it, don't do anything."

Several sinister gazes shot at him at the same time.

Zhang Shuo cleared his throat, wiped the corner of his clothes, and said under pressure: "Beating others is not appropriate in terms of emotion or law."

"Is it about you?" Matt asked, "Stop meddling in your own business."

Zhang Shuo smiled wryly, and raised his hands, expressing that he had no malice: "I don't mean anything else, I just think that if the problem can be solved with reason, it's better not to do it. What if it's a misunderstanding?"

He pointed to the man on the ground and said, "Besides, he can't even walk. It's not too late to call after you ask."

Matt said impatiently: "He told others that I robbed his money, but I didn't rob him!"

Zhang Shuo: "Ah... this..."

"Finished asking?" Matt kicked the man, "Can we go?"

The man immediately howled like a pig.

"It's true that he's wrong, but you're too unfamiliar with it?" Zhang Shuo asked impatiently.

"None of your shit," Matt said. "You wanna get spanked for him?"

Zhang Shuo still wanted to reason with him, but was pushed back a few steps by Matt's companion.

He looked at the poor strength of several people, so he had no choice but to retreat to Hu Peng.

"He lied to you!" The man on the ground suddenly struggled and screamed, "They robbed me of my money before, and others found out, and everyone accused them, so they vented their anger on me. I, I didn't do anything!"

"Help me, save me!" he wailed terribly.

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