Quick Transmigration: The Host Is Sweeter Than Sugar

[Fan Wai·Hundred Days Dream 2·Qianchen]

On the lotus pond, curled clouds and mists evaporate, and the milky white mist is as light as a gauze, shrouded in emptiness above the clear and cold water.

The water is calm without any ripples.

In the center is a pure, clear lotus that does not stain the slightest dust. The whole body of the lotus seems to be surrounded by a faint halo, which looks elegant and holy.

Next to the lotus pond, a young man stood quietly by the pond.

On the young man, there is a plain white palace robe that is as pure as snow, and the gilt embroidered text on the cuffs can be vaguely glimpsed in the wide robes.

He stood quietly by the pool, like a straight bamboo repair, with a pair of black eyes as deep as an ancient well, staring plainly at the only pure white on the water, and his snow-white robe was surrounded by the cold mist by the pool. After watching it for a long time, it also turned into a misty flowing cloud.

This is a lotus pond behind the palace.

The surrounding scenery is deserted, and there is nothing else but this pool.

Only such a white lotus floats on the pond water.

Even the surrounding air is quiet and empty.

The young man stood quietly, not knowing what he was thinking, those clear ink pupils seemed to be soaked in ice and snow, and they were cold and dusty. They looked in, but they were just deserted.

There is nothing inside.

After a long time, he moved his fingers and gently pinched a spell.

The white lotus that was originally in the middle of the pool floated towards the boy.

The lotus seemed to be reluctant, turning around with the petals flapping, and wanted to float back.

However, he fluttered several times.

It's just splashing cold water in the pool, making myself wet.

In the end, slowly, slowly came to the boy.

The boy curled his lips.

The light-colored thin lips have a slight curvature, but they have a pleasant feeling of spring and rain.

He squatted down, his white and slender fingers tentatively touched Lotus.

Lotus was obviously angry because she was forcibly pulled over, and an angrily petal patted the boy's hand.

The petals are soft, and there is no pain in the hit.

The boy pursed his lips and wickedly pulled the lotus petals.

The angry lotus slammed his finger several times, and the other petals desperately tried to "rescue" their petals from the young man's hands, and then sank his head into the water. Out.

The boy bent his lips helplessly.

Knowing that the other party is really angry this time.

Otherwise, I would rather dive into the pool instead of coming out.

Obviously, I hate this forever cold water.

He patted the dust on the corners of his clothes, got up, and drew his fingertips across the belt around his waist. The shape of the fingers with distinct bones is beautiful, like a delicate work of art.

A broken jade pendant was tied on the ribbon.

This is the jade pendant given to him by heaven.

As soon as he was born, he possessed spiritual power that was twice the normal number.

However, this spiritual power did not bring him anything, but took away everything from him—

All the creatures around him will explode and die because they cannot withstand his spiritual power.

No one in the fairy world wants to kill him.

But the boy is a person blessed by heaven.

Heaven does not allow him to die, and no one in the immortal world can move him.

Everyone couldn't, and finally threw him to a corner of the fairy world, turning his place of existence into a forbidden place, and no one was allowed to step in.

No other living creatures have ever existed around him.

Only dead things.

And himself.

Except... this lotus.

The boy blinked lightly, and his long, crow-like eyelashes fell down, covering his clear and indifferent pupils.

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