943 Chapter 942 of “The Quick-Traveling Girl Is Poised to Pounce the Male Protagonist”

Male protagonist, you are in need of help169

Then there was a sound of ridicule, coming from another unfamiliar professor, “Don’t you think we don’t know Manjusawa? That’s not the case at all. Manjusawa is distributed throughout East Asia, and also in Vietnam, Malaysia and other countries. It is an herbaceous flower of the Amaryllidaceae family. It has a bulb, shaped like an onion, with a solitary white-pink calyx…”

He still wanted to say something, but was stopped by the calmness in Zhou Min’s eyes. He still wanted to show off and continued to talk. Seeing this, Mr. Jiang stepped forward and said, “Master Zhou, is there something wrong?”

Zhou Min looked at everyone with his faint eyes and said lightly, “This Manzhushahua does not bloom in the human world, it blooms in hell…”

Poof!

One person immediately laughed out loud, “Hell?! Girl, don’t let everyone talk about you, you just brag! Are you treating us like three-year-old children!”

“You!” Annan slapped the case and stood up, “Why are you talking!”

“Why are you talking to the elders!” Another expert who came down with Zhang Wenhao also complained. He didn’t know who An Jingyuan was. Experts in this field have their own pride, because Mr. Jiang’s face, they didn’t care about it, but he really couldn’t stand watching these little girls’ movies for a long time. Especially this time, these professors and experts who had come earlier were all talking like different people, which annoyed him very much.

The most infuriating thing is, why do those juniors get so much attention from Mr. Jiang, especially that little girl, Master Huan… Even Professor Zhang was blamed by Mr. Jiang…

“Do you think you are the storyteller yourself?” The man looked at Zhou Min and added.

Zhou Min raised his hand and lightly touched the table with his index finger. The crisp sound made everyone look over attentively.

Zhou Min looked at Zhou Min with doubtful eyes. The corners of Zhou Min’s mouth were slightly curved. He was sitting on the stool side by side with Han Jiuyou. He had an inscrutable look, like a Guanyin lowering his eyes, and said softly, “It has resumed the unreachable lingering, the cruelest confusion in the reincarnation. It blooms between life and death.At the junction of death, the oath is shed with all the blood and tears.The road to the underworld is reflected in the sky;the sky is filled with red lotus, like the red lotus from hell.It is the sorrow of fate, the pain of reincarnation, and the fate of destiny…”

After Zhou Min finished speaking, he looked straight at the crimson coquettish flowers, familiar yet unfamiliar…

At the moment it bloomed, something deep in Zhou Min’s soul was trembling faintly, and it was slightly pulled by it, just like the spring breeze in February blowing the willows, making her feel a trace of complex fluctuations deep in her soul.

It seems that I have found relatives who have been with each other since ancient times, and I seem to have met enemies who hate each other…

It’s a feeling that’s hard to explain, the feeling of wanting to get close to it but wanting to destroy it…

Zhou Min himself couldn’t tell what was going on, but Jiang Xuewen whispered in his ear, “…I, I can’t understand.”

“Nonsense! You are here to blame the God of Strength. How can you tolerate such a person to join such a rigorous, serious and important project!” Someone yelled.

Yuan Hao and Qi Huan both lowered their heads and thought deeply after hearing Zhou Min’s words. An Jing saw this and felt that Zhou Min’s words were too mysterious, but she had to take them seriously.

Only the old professors who had witnessed the magical scene in the ancient tomb suddenly interrupted and said, “Then, what is the cause?”

“Because?!” The old professor’s question actually stopped Zhou Min himself. For a moment, Zhou Min was stunned.

Seeing everyone looking at her, her gaze fell on Manzhu Shahua blankly.

When she said the last sentence, it could be said that she blurted it out unconsciously. As for why she said this, she didn’t know, but at that time, she only felt that this flower was the fate of continuing sadness…

As for the reason for planting this source of sadness…

She, she doesn’t know.

The wound on the chest inexplicably tore open a line again, pulling on the flesh and blood meridians of the heart. The pain spread from the heart to the limbs, and the breathing stopped for a second in pain…

Zhou Min suddenly grabbed the clothes on his chest, his body trembled, his face suddenly turned pale, and he covered his heart.

The moment Han Jiuyou stretched out his hand and touched Zhou Min’s body, his whole body was shocked, as if he was electrocuted by something. The moment Zhou Min fell into his arms with inertia, Han Jiuyou’s eyes changed…

Zhou Min, who was dripping with cold sweat, frightened everyone. Mr. Jiang and everyone stood up, surrounded Zhou Min and Han Jiuyou and exclaimed, “Master Zhou!”

Zhang Wenhao sneered and sarcastically looked at Zhou Min and Han Jiuyou, “I can’t tell my own story, so I feel… uncomfortable.”

Han Jiuyou raised his eyes and glanced away gently. With such a casual glance, Zhang Wenhao felt a chill down his spine. At that moment, Zhang Wenhao felt that even his soul was trembling and cold… afraid.

This man, this child…how could his aura change so quickly overnight?

He doesn’t look like a child of seventeen or eighteen years old at all. Instead, he looks like an unshakable giant with great power, which makes people fearful.

“Everyone, get out of here.” Han Jiuyou looked down at the trembling Zhou Min with his eyes closed tightly in his arms, and coldly ordered the guests to be kicked out. His tone was not polite at all, and it could be said to be quite unreasonable.

“But…” Mr. Jiang and Professor Wu looked at the flowers on the table and Zhou Min. They were obviously hesitant. First, they were worried, and second, they were still confused.

Han Jiuyou was not Zhou Min, or in other words, she was no longer Han Jiuyou’s concubine. He looked at the woman who fell inexplicably in his arms, and the flowers on the table that were similar to those thousands of years ago but with different colors…

It…is not…it is not…

The concubine looked at the Manzhu Shahua in Zhou Min’s elemental power on the table. Her eyes were slightly confused at first, but in the end she was only cold and calm. With a wave of her hand, a small match was thrown towards the flower that was incomprehensible in Zhou Min’s eyes. In the eyes of the concubine and everyone else, a spark of fire ignited.

The wind helped the fire start, and when the flames jumped and danced, and the clothes were fluttering, the concubine remained calm. Compared to the panic of everyone, he held Zhou Min with a more leisurely, elegant and noble look.

Compared with the blue flame that the old professors saw on the corpse, the burning flame of the flower has an extra temperature and a dazzling golden color…

But what everyone didn’t notice was that the golden flame was faintly mixed with a trace of silver frost that swallowed everything, shining brightly.

The concubine stood not far away, half hugging and half hugging Zhou Min. The golden flames reflected the concubine’s expressionless face, her calm eyes, the crimson flower inside, and the black eye-shaped stamens suddenly opened her eyes. The stamens were wrapped in a piece of pitch black plush. In the flames, the plush fluttered gently, and the waves were like a black lake, like ripples of sadness in the pupils of the eyes.

The petals are like the bright red blood and tears of a lover. Under the inlaid stamens, they are miserable… draining their last life in the dazzling flames until they wither, and finally turn into dust and ashes on the ground together with the table.

“This… this…” Everyone looked at the ashes on the ground, and Professor Wu opened his mouth in surprise, “No, doesn’t it mean… there is no solution? Why, how can it be so easy… a match… the match… is gone…”