Rose of Lies... Warehouse, was this supposed to be a bad joke?
It was not that he had suddenly gotten the urge to perform magic. At that moment, Fu Qian had merely activated the effect of Annalise's lie.
But he had to admit that, for a moment, it really did feel somewhat like stepping onto a stage.
There had not even been a blooming process. The flower simply appeared out of thin air, pinched between his fingers, just like a little warm-up trick in a magic show.
Black glove, blood-red flower, tender green stem... even the visual effect was superb.
All he could say was that the bloodkin's penchant for flashy theatrics might really have been passed down from their ancestors.
Even a named item had a style different from everyone else's.
The budget did seem a bit low, though. This Rose of Lies truly was a lie—
Its stem was slender and soft, its petals thin and delicate.
Even someone like Fu Qian, who had little interest in flowers, could tell at a glance that it was not a rose, but a wild rose.
As a result, "Rose of Lies," that sinister phrase which initially sent a chill through one's heart, suddenly became far too literal.
It really just meant a fake rose... Was it really to save a few bucks?
If he remembered correctly, someone else had to accept the flower before its effect could activate, right? Were they not afraid of losing more than they gained?
Though in theory, this blood-colored wild rose really had been watered with divine blood.
Unable to resist criticizing it, Fu Qian nevertheless did not delay in sensing the details.
Rather than appearing out of thin air, it was more like blood had been drawn out of thin air.
The instant he