Shrek Lake Shore, in the dark night, Chen Hong slowly stopped, raised his hand slightly, and slowly caught a dandelion and wind seed in the darkness. Behind him, Ning Rongrong, who was still sulking alone, accidentally bumped into Chen Hong's back.
"Oh! You don't have eyes when you walk?!" Ning Rongrong bumped into Chen Hong's back and introduced himself first with an unhappy look on his face.
"There's no need to be so eager to introduce yourself." Chen Hong responded lightly, his eyes always staring at the dandelion seed in his hand that was flying in the dark and destined to be unappreciated. There was a wordless silence in his black eyes.
"You?! What is this in your hand? A dandelion? What are you doing looking at this thing?" Ning Rongrong held her head, originally wanting to cause some trouble for Chen Hong, but when she followed Chen Hong's gaze and used the gray moonlight, she finally succeeded in seeing the thing in Chen Hong's hand, and she suddenly became curious.
Xindao Chen Hong What's going on with this guy named Chen today? He suddenly became taciturn? Aren't you always that crazy?
"What is the flower language of dandelion?" Suddenly, Shrek Lake Shore, Chen Hong asked softly to the beautiful girl next to them.
"Eh? Why are you asking this?" Ning Rongrong glanced at Chen Hong in surprise and thought to himself, you, surnamed Chen, don't you say "Amen" all the time and don't have worldly desires? Why did you suddenly ask about this? But you are asking the right person! Small problems don't bother me at all!
I saw Ning Rongrong replying confidently, "The surname is Chen! You have asked the right person! The flower language of dandelions is freedom and unstoppable love!"
"???" Chen Hong didn't look back, but three big question marks made of dandelion seeds flying in the night sky appeared on his head.
"What's wrong?! Do you need this expression???" Ning Rongrong naturally saw the big question mark on Chen Hong's head, and felt a little unhappy about Chen Hong's "kaomoji" way of expressing his emotions.
If it's not right, just say it's not right! Do you need to put such a big question mark on your head? Afraid that others won't see it! Cheapskate! Pooh! Childish devil!
"Actually, the language of flowers does not necessarily mean love." Chen Hong pondered slightly and finally said softly, "Dandelions chase the wind all their lives, symbolizing freedom and being unable to stay. It is also a kind of emptiness, and it can also be a childish pursuit of dreams."
"Okay, you're right!" Although Ning Rongrong felt a little annoyed, she still quite agreed with Chen Hong's explanation.
It was all her fault that the female aristocratic books she read in the past made her awaken to see the world. As a result, everything she read now was about love, and her brain was brainwashed by those aristocratic books and stamped with the stamp of love, as if everything in this life except love was about love.
What the man named Chen taught him this time was. Ning Rongrong silently reflected in his heart.
"But, what is the language of Dandelions in the Dark Night's flowers?" Chen Hong blew out a breath, and the dandelion in the palm of his hand flew towards the lake, swept by the wind, and disappeared into the dark night in an instant.
"I don't know." Ning Rongrong's eyes flickered, looking at the dandelion seeds that disappeared in an instant. A flash of realization flashed in his heart, but after thinking about it, he never caught the tail of the aura, so he chose to answer truthfully.
Chen Hong looked at the dandelion seeds flying in the cold wind on the lake, and many adjectives came to mind, but in the end, Chen Hong blurted out only two words:
". confused."
The confusion of not being able to see the wind.
Nor the confusion of being seen.
There is also the confusion of not being able to see where I will end up.
Susu
The evening wind surged again, and more and more dandelions were forced into the black sky by the wind. To the dandelion seeds, the sky at this moment was like a giant beast capable of swallowing everything. It opened its bloody mouth towards all the children on the ground who had separated from their mothers, trying to swallow everything.
At this moment, for the dandelion seeds, they cannot see the direction of the wind, nor the direction they want to go, and no one can guide them.
At this moment, the romance of pursuing freedom has become a solitary self-admiration that no one appreciates. The freedom and ease that cannot stay have become the confusion that cannot see the way forward.
In the darkness, in Chen Hong's Spiritual Perception, countless dandelion seeds floating in the night sky were carried up into the dark night sky in the breeze that they had been waiting for, and then fell into the lake not far away that swallowed up all life!
The dandelions, who call themselves the children of the wind, finally plunge into the abyss called the lake in their sweet dream of freedom!
Susu
The breeze blew, and Chen Hong slowly raised his hands to the night. The delicate Mental Power enveloped Shrek Lake in front of him, and Spiritual Psychic Power slowly held up the dandelions that were about to fall into the lake.
"Chen Hong. You...?" At this moment, when Chen Hong said "confused", Ning Rongrong, no matter how slow his reaction was, discovered that Chen Hong's mood was abnormal.
The cold wind blew over Chen Hong's cold cheeks and lifted the dark hair beside his ears. Only then did Ning Rongrong see the deep and complicated look in Chen Hong's beautiful side face.
"Ning Rongrong, you can give up Soul Ring practice." Suddenly, Chen Hong said softly.
"Huh?!" Ning Rongrong frowned upon hearing this, looked at Chen Hong with doubtful eyes, and trembled. "Are you serious?!"
Chen Hong did not directly answer Ning Rongrong's question, but whispered to the dandelions flying in the dark on the lake, "Dandelions flying in the dark night, they can't see the wind, they can't see their footing, and no one can provide them with guidance. They are just like Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. I seem to have seen the destruction of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect just because of a wind from the night."
It's good for dandelions to chase the wind, but the wind from the night can kill them in endless dreams.
"Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's destruction?! How is it possible?!" Ning Rongrong stared at the silent Chen Hong in disbelief, his voice a bit sharp.
"They were blown up by a wind from the night. Although they have been longing for the wind." Chen Hong said calmly.
Ning Rongrong subconsciously reached out and squeezed Chen Hong's arm. Her face could not be seen clearly in the dark night, but her fingers were stiff and strong, allowing Chen Hong to feel the unrest deep in the other person's heart.
"Why. No, Soul Tool?! Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect will be destroyed because of the development of Soul Tool?! How is that possible?" Ning Rongrong's beautiful eyes kept flashing, wanting to ask something, but Bingxue was so smart that she immediately thought of the correct answer.
Soul Tool!