Chapter Eighty-Seven: The Language of Flowers Slumber

  What made Ye Chen disappointed was that the one who came out was not Chen Tao, but that cold and elegant Hua Yumian. Just listening to her name, it seemed like a gentle and delicate person, but as soon as she saw someone, you could feel her chilliness, making people feel distant from her.

  Huayu slept one step at a time from the void and walked down, with blocks of floating ice appearing under her feet. Ye Chen's eyes were wide with wonder.

  It turned out that he was also cultivating the attribute of cold ice, and Ye Chen felt a little unbelievable. After all, these heterodox attributes were very rare, and among ten people, at most only one person cultivated heterodox attributes. Normally, there was nothing, just like Ye Chen. However, normal people also had their own differences, and the choice of cultivation determined the path they took. There were sharp ones, overbearing ones, gentle ones, cold ones, and many more, too numerous to mention.

  Yexun had seen two people who cultivated ice attributes, one of whom was his own younger sister Yexue, and the other was this Huayu Meng.

  It's strange to say, but originally he wasn't very concerned about this icy beauty, however when the icy beauty stepped onto the floating ice and fell, Ye Chen suddenly felt a sense of fondness.

  Perhaps it was because of Ye Xue's sake, Ye Chen smiled at Hua Yuemian. The surprise in Hua Yuemian's eyes flashed by, and he didn't expect someone to actually break through the Golden Armor Formation before him.

  But this didn't change Huayu's pace, he walked down from mid-air at a steady speed, looking around and finding Da Kung and that golden brush.

  "Unexpectedly, a pretty good little girl came. Are you also here to grab this pen?" Xiang Dakun said with a smile.

  "Take it!" The Flower Language said coldly.

  "Take it? Haha, you've got spirit! I don't know how you plan on taking this pen though?" Da Kun said with a stifled laugh.

  Huayu Mian didn't waste any words and headed towards Da Kun. In Yexun's observation, Huayu Mian was only at the third stage of Xiantian Realm, but he couldn't see through Da Kun's realm.

  When the flower language walks towards the vast expanse, footsteps are light and airy, ice blocks form rows underground, slowly extending. In Yexin's eyes, it is so familiar. Yeshe also has the same pace.

  The chill in the air was biting, but Ye Chen felt no coldness whatsoever. After retreating, he had no intention of entering their battle for dominance.

  The flower language sleeps one step at a time on floating ice, walking from mid-air to the ground, and then from the ground to mid-air, all the way to the front of Da Kun's body.

  Dà Kūn didn't have any expression on his face, and with a slight turn of his head, he signaled to Huā Yǔ to go get the pen herself.

  The flower language slept, that cold face was once again stunned, is it letting oneself take that golden pen? Not stopping?

  The flower language is sleeping, but since the other party asked me to take it, if I don't take it, wouldn't that be a waste of their kindness?

  Huayu Mian, although his expression was cold, would never betray someone's kindness. Seeing Xiang Dakun nodding at him to go get that golden pen, Huayu Mian didn't hesitate and turned around to walk towards the golden pen.

  This was the imperial brush used by Emperor Dakun in the past. Just one look and it's clear that it's not ordinary. Although Huayu Mian didn't recognize the man in front of her, she could sit on this throne, so Huayu Mian could guess roughly.

  This pen belongs to the other party, and the other party seems to take it casually, not caring about the general, Huayu Mian is also impolite, slender hands want to grasp this golden pen suspended in mid-air.

  At this moment, the golden pen that had been still and quiet suddenly burst into a brilliant light, and as the light swept by, Huayu Meng flew out.

  The frost in the sky rose sharply, and Ye Xun could feel that the frost of Huayu was more abundant and thicker than that of Yexue, but it didn't have the same chill as Yexue's.

  The icy cold of the flower language sleep is also cold, but it's absolutely not that cold. A long ice pillar appears in the sky, just like many flower language sleeps connected together, only this is an ice person.

  Dà Kūn gazed at Huā Yǔ Mián with a hint of mockery, who was sent flying by the golden light. Huā Yǔ Mián's face turned even colder as she walked slowly in the sky, her aura bursting forth with increasing intensity.

  The aura that was originally at the third stage of Xiantian Realm has now surpassed the fifth stage, and the sudden surge in aura gives Huayu Mian the confidence to walk towards that golden pen.

  The palm stretched out, and the power released by the golden light was very strong. However, Huayu Mian had made some preparations, so he could still stay in place, his body swaying a few times before gradually stabilizing.

  Huayu didn't give up, still reaching for the golden pen, her palm passing over it, encasing everything around in ice, a layer of frost covering the outside of her slender white hand.

  Although the ice layer was quickly shattered by the golden light, the slender hand passed through the golden light and went towards the golden pen.

  Dà Kūn looked at Huā Yǔ with a different gaze, unexpectedly able to penetrate the golden light cloud shield. Yè Chén was also watching, but there wasn't any movement.

  The golden pen obviously didn't want Huayu to get it, and when Huayu was about to touch it, it suddenly shrunk. The golden pen actually reduced from two meters high to a twenty-centimeter-long brush in an instant.

  Although it's still shining brightly, the size is a world of difference, an absolute contrast. This must be what the golden pen originally looked like, Ye Chen thought to himself. Only this way can one write and paint well.

  The tiny golden pen let out a "whoosh" and darted out, extremely fast. Ye Chen could only see a flash of golden light in this special environment, and then the golden pen's figure disappeared.

  Huayu Mian stared at the golden pen that had just fallen into his hands, only to have it suddenly disappear again. He followed the direction of the golden light, step by step, chasing after it.

  The speed of the flower language sleep seems not fast, but one step at a time on thin ice, is not much slower than the speed of the golden pen.

  Just as Huayu was about to chase after the golden pen, the light circle that Yexin had been keeping an eye on dimmed again, and a corpse fell from it.

  Ye Chen was shocked and didn't care about the flower language or that pen, he jumped forward and only let out a breath when he got closer, because this person still had hair.

  As long as it's not Baldy, whoever falls down is none of Yedu's business, but since he's here, he might as well take a look at who it is.

  Whether it was Lu Tianfu or Hu Xingxuan, Ye Chen would feel a sense of genuine delight. These two men had previously targeted him, and he wasn't some kind of saint, yet he had managed to repay their malice with kindness. Not hitting someone when they're down was already quite something.

  Ye Chen looked down and saw that it was Hu Xingxuan, who used the formation method. Ye Chen was not interested in taking anything from someone who was already dead.

  In this great disaster, such things are normal, after all, many people have to live and survive, how can they live and survive without gold coins.

  At first for Xiaoxue, Ye Chen also endured the disgust and nausea, doing such a thing, but the other party was not his partner, but an enemy, so Ye Chen did not have much psychological burden.

  Ye Chen swept away the things on Hu Xingxuan's body, and only a white jade plate had some value, but it was cracked. The rest didn't know if they were used in the light circle, Ye Chen didn't know.

  Picking up the white jade plate, Ye Chen no longer paid attention to Hu Xingxuan, but instead looked up at the two remaining light circles in the sky.

  The light was uncertain, and it was unclear whether he was alive or dead. Ye Chen was somewhat anxious, Chen Tao's strength was the weakest, how could Ye Chen not worry?

  No matter how chaotic it was elsewhere, Ye Chen's eyes only had these two light circles now, and the closer he got to the final moment, the more tense his mood became.