"Scarlet Decay?"
Looking at the vast expanse of purple flowers like beauties stepping out of a bath, Duan Yun only felt that they were neither scarlet nor decayed.
Ming Xing understood what he meant, stretched out his right hand, and was about to touch a nearby purple flower.
In just an instant, the flower seemed to come alive, swaying and turning scarlet, emitting a red mist like blood threads, looking both scarlet and decayed.
The flower suddenly lunged at Ming Xing's hand, seemingly about to swallow her arm whole.
In the next moment, a moon-like Qi Force emanated from Ming Xing's hand, and the flower shrank back like a startled child, appearing weak, helpless, and pitiful.
But Duan Yun was well aware that the momentum of the flower just now was definitely aimed at devouring people.
This undoubtedly confirmed the saying in the Martial World, "The prettier a woman, the more dangerous she is!" and so it is with flowers.
The prettier the flower, the more dangerous it is.
