But they are very honest, well, except for a certain uninhibited and high-headed demon dragon not long ago, but wasn't this one subdued by the Luo Xiu heroine?

It has learned its lesson, let it go.

Well, Zhao Rong admitted that maybe when he first entered this uninhabited ruins, he was a little thief in mind. He followed Xiaoyu and looked around, and his hands were a little itchy.

I was thinking about going on an adventure, unlocking new maps, looking for chance treasures, etc., but! Wasn’t this all stopped in time by the just and brave Little Fish Girl? He also deeply realized his own mistakes.

, preparing to wait for the Little Fish Girl to leave before he comes back... No, anyway, he committed a crime in his heart, not a crime! Why should he be presumed guilty, Zhao Ziyu?

But no matter how dissatisfied Zhao Rong was, he was still a ghost at this moment.

Well, it must be a ghost.

He now has three assumptions about the current situation.

It may be the spirit of this extraordinary blue-gold fairy dress.

It may also be a lonely ghost, a remnant soul of an ancient wandering in the ruins, but since he can wear this noble and mysterious dress,

Or maybe... it's the projection or clone of a powerful being?

At this time, Zhao Rong glanced at the transparent woman's empty head from the corner of his eye.

Then slowly move down.

His eyes fell on the ground beside it...

Phew, luckily there is a shadow.

But, holy shit, why does this shadow have a head!?

Zhao Rong's breathing paused.

This is the shadow of a woman's head...

Grass, what kind of ‘unclean’ thing is this?

Zhao Rong was scolding his mother in his heart, but his face remained calm.

"She seems...not malicious."

Gui, who had been silent all this time, said suddenly.

Zhao Rong nodded inwardly and said sincerely: "Why don't you return to the Great Sword Spirit to help me ask her? She looks like a remnant soul. You are probably all a family. One family does not fight the other family. Please help persuade her."

, don’t follow me.”

Return: "…………"

After teasing the sword spirit, Zhao Rong's tense heart relaxed slightly.

He immediately cleared his messy thoughts.

Zhao Rong felt that doing so was not an option.

Anyway, it's a knife to extend your head, and it's a knife to shrink your head.

In addition, he also thought of something.

At this moment, Zhao Rong took a deep breath, then raised his head, looked squarely at the motionless transparent woman in front of him, and chuckled:

"Well, the door suddenly closed just now. Was it you? Do you want to... meet me alone?"

Obviously, Xiao Yu just entered the door in a hurry, which was man-made.

And Zhao Rong really couldn't think of any other purpose for this transparent woman to do this besides creating an opportunity to see him alone.

The transparent woman wearing frosty dawn horns did not speak, and seemed...unable to speak.

She tilted her head slightly.

Well, Zhao Rong saw this from her shadow on the ground in his peripheral vision.

The transparent woman suddenly moved.

Zhao Rong took a step back to be on guard, but immediately relaxed slightly.

Because she didn't come towards him, but walked diagonally forward...

A blue-gold dress floated into the crystal pavilion, stood in front of the crystal table, bent down, opened a mechanism at the corner of the table, and seemed to be taking out something...

Zhao Rong looked at the movements of the woman in the pavilion with great curiosity. She had her back to him, her waist was as slender as that of a divorced woman, and her figure was not too tall. She was similar to Qingjun, but she was considered taller among human women.

If you don't look at the disappearing head, then just looking at the beautifully curved silhouette, the transparent woman can give men the expectation of a peerless goddess, looking forward to her beautiful face that will suddenly smile after turning around.

It's a pity...I can't see the end.

In the pavilion, a transparent woman wearing the same frosty dawn horns as the tall woman not long ago but with a different posture turned around, left the crystal pavilion, and floated towards Zhao Rong.

The latter suddenly became alert, tensed up, and moved one foot back to support the ground.

Start to silently accumulate strength.

Like a cheetah, ready to fight at any time.

The transparent woman seemed not to care and floated in front of Zhao Rong without any pause.

Then.

The two empty sleeves...that is, her hands, were raised directly.

The transparent woman held something in her hands and presented it to Zhao Rong.

Zhao Rong was stunned for a moment.

The transparent hands in front of me...are a Nine Heavens Winter Palace Flower.

It's just that the color is different from all the Jiutianhangong flowers he has seen before.

It is blood red.

A blood-red Jiutianhangong flower.

It's like it's stained with someone's blood.

But as far as Zhao Rong knew, the Nine Heavens Han Palace Flower was said to come from the Moon Palace and was pure and sacred without any impurities.

The blood of virgins cannot dye it, it will only make it more pure white, but the blood of virgins or other liquids will only make it dull and gray, and will not dye it into any other color...

Zhao Rong lowered his head and stared for a while, seemingly stunned.

He looked at the transparent woman holding flowers in both hands, pointed at himself with his index finger, "Is this...given to me?"

After asking, Zhao Rong stared at her face and immediately realized that it was useless to look at her transparent face. She was really lonely and could only see the floor behind her...

He turned to look at the female shadow on the ground.

I saw the transparent woman nodding her head, holding flowers in both hands, and shrinking her shoulders cautiously.

She seemed a little nervous, afraid of being rejected by him.

Zhao Rong was stunned for a moment and then let down most of his guard.

Is she... giving me a little red flower?

He blinked in curiosity.

By the way, if you are just sending flowers, it should be a gesture of goodwill, and the flowers will not be poisonous, right? Just give me a gift?

If it was really such a weird thing, then Zhao Rong would be convinced.

He suppressed his laughter, nodded, and raised his hand to take the small red flower from the transparent woman's hand.

"Thanks."

Zhao Rong nodded and smiled, lowering his head and twirling the fiery red petals curiously, "It's very beautiful."

He has always felt that any kindness from strangers must be treated well.

The transparent woman is very happy.

Because she danced.

At this moment, in front of Zhao Rong, a transparent woman touched the ground with her toes and jumped back lightly.

As light as a feather, she floated up, opened her thin arms, stretched her body in the air, and started spinning and dancing happily.

On women, the frosty dawn-horned fairy skirt that often appears in myths about leaving the earth flies with the warm autumn wind.

The mysterious blue-gold skirt swirls and dances, just like the big sleeves of a goddess's dress.

The ancient dance is beautiful and strange.

But there is a unique beauty that belongs to the mural of the goddess flying from the earth.

The scene before my eyes was like a dream.

Zhao Rong twisted the small red flowers in his hands, raised his head and smiled.

And the next second.

The transparent woman in the fairy skirt paused and looked back, extending a hand towards Zhao Rong.

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Chapter completed!