Flowers on the other side are blooming for you

Chapter 648 Master, Don't You Want Me?
Shahua's pretty face paled slightly.

Her pair of jet-black eyes flipped the waves, looking at Master and then at Little Rabbit Spirit.

"Holy Master, this is the wreath weaved by the slaves for you..."

The little rabbit opened his mouth with big eyes forming a crescent moon.

Before she could finish her sentence, she suddenly realized something, her pretty face flushed.

He hurriedly said: "No, yes, the servant girl weaves for the master...Master, do you see how beautiful it is?"

She dog-leggedly ran in front of Shalu, and handed over the wreath in her hand like a treasure with both hands.

Shahua smiled coldly, and glanced at the wreath: "It's so vulgar!"

Take it and throw it away.

It seems that she exerted a little more strength, and the wreath disappeared with a whoosh!

The little rabbit's face turned pale: "Master..."

Hua Wuxiang frowned slightly, glanced at Shahua, and said lightly: "You are tired too, go back to your room and rest."

Sarah froze for a moment.

The desired thing is still not obtained.

She lowered her eyes to hide her disappointment.He agreed in a low voice.

The little rabbit hurriedly said: "The servant waits for the master to rest."

Shahua stared at her and said coldly, "No need!"

Turn around and leave.She has always been a child who does not lie to others.

She doesn't need this little rabbit spirit.

In the little rabbit spirit's gentle and bright eyes, there was a frightened and panicked light.

Like a frightened elk.

Turning to look at Hua Wuxiang.

The look in Hua Wuxiang's eyes was complicated and difficult to understand.

He didn't speak, and the little rabbit spirit didn't dare to speak.

After a while, Hua Wuxiang took out a thin porcelain bottle from her bosom: "Tutu, take the medicine to her, she is injured."

Although he only glanced at her.

It was already seen what kind of internal injury she had suffered and found the corresponding medicine.

The little rabbit spirit hurriedly agreed, took the bottle and turned around.

Hua Wuxiang watched her back slowly disappear, a look of confusion flashed in his eyes, his hand unconsciously clenched the branch of a rose next to him, and when he woke up, his palm was already dripping with blood from the rose's thorns ...

The expression on his face remained unchanged, a flash of white light flashed, and the fine wounds on his hands disappeared...

Shaking his head, he turned and left.

(End of this chapter)