Large tracts of coquettish Bianhua flowers bloom on the bloody land, exuding an erosive and bewitching aura.
I opened my eyes and looked at the overlapping sea of flowers and the land around me that looked like it had been splashed with blood, feeling at a loss.
Then I saw a man.
The man was wearing a fiery red robe, with a cold and arrogant expression. His handsome face was slightly raised, but his eyes were slightly lowered and he looked down at me, as if I was a speck of dust that couldn't float, and he was the high cloud. He looked at me with a stiff and cold smile on his lips.
"Useless stuff." Then. This is the first sentence I heard since I came to this world. There is no embarrassment, no anger, and strangely, only curiosity.
He shook his wide sleeves. Turn around to leave.
I tried to squeeze out a few hoarse notes from my mouth: "You... Wait..."
The unexpected childish voice made my mind go blank.
The collar was instantly pulled up, and the man's god-like handsome face appeared in front of me a few times larger. His black eyes like thousand-year-old ice flashed, and he threw me to the ground after a moment.
"Huaji. You."
"I, your master, Mo Sui Bi..."
The breeze blew through the blood-like land, and the sea of flowers set off microwaves with the breeze...