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The mist is not a flower, but a powdery mist. The flower has nine petals, and one petal represents a hundred years. When the ninth petal grows, it can be transformed into a human form.

The stems and leaves of this flower are extremely poisonous, but the petals are a healing elixir that can cure all poisons. Because it has been plundered and picked on a large scale over the years, it is now on the verge of extinction.

Fu Yuan is the last mist-free flower in the world.

Two days ago, its friend Daidai was cut off and taken away by someone. It was terrified and hid in the grass all night, and only dared to come out when the surroundings were completely quiet.

It is the youngest among the Mist Flowers. It can speak when it has only four petals, and it can move its body at will.

Other flowers say it is an alien because their species must have at least six petals to speak and eight petals to move its body.

It is surrounded by senior sisters with more than six petals, but it grows the slowest. It is heartless and doesn't practice well all day long. If it continues to be so useless, it might be picked by someone one day.

Three months ago, there were hundreds of Wufeihua plants here. Now, only the last one, Fuyuan, is left.

Maybe, it will be brutally killed by those bad guys today.

The more Fu Yuan thought about it, the sadder she became. The two little leaves hugged her and started crying.

It was feeling sad when it suddenly heard a childish voice shouting, "Young Master, come and see, is this a Wufei flower?"

Fu Yuan was so scared that she forgot to cry, and the whole flower was shaking.

"This one actually only has four petals. This is the first time I've seen a foggy flower with four petals."

The voice from before asked in surprise: "Is it like some people without hands and feet, born with a disability?"

Fu Yuan's fear turned into anger in an instant, and it roared in its heart: You are the disabled one!!! I just haven't grown up yet!!!

"It should still be relatively small. The rhizome of an adult mist flower is not so thin, and the petals are relatively longer." A gentle and clear male voice sounded behind him, immediately attracting Fu Yuan's attention.

Nice sound.

Many people and many voices have been here, but no voice has ever had the power to soothe all the restlessness.

Fu Yuan wished that he was a good man and did not come to kill her.

But he still stretched out his claws to himself.

"Sir, be careful, it's poisonous!" The man's followers hurried forward to stop him.

If you touch the Mist Flower with your bare hands without any protective tools, the powerful toxicity can kill you instantly.

"It's okay." The man said, "It has spirituality and can sense my kindness. It won't hurt me."

Fu Yuan was very sure that her subconscious evasive action just now was discovered by him.

"You understand me, right?"

The man's voice was patient and gentle, as if he was talking to a child: "You are very smart, otherwise you wouldn't be alive today, but if you continue to stay here, it will be very dangerous."

There is a plant called the Wufei Flower that can extract the most powerful poison and antidote in the world. It has only four petals but is endowed with intelligence. Too many people want to get it.

"I can transplant you to a safe place, where no one will take you away again." The man's voice was smiling, gentle and seductive, "If you want, just move the leaves."

Fu Yuan moved the leaves without any hesitation.

It believed he was a good man.

If not, dying in his hands is better than dying in the hands of others, because he will definitely not be as cruel and brutal as those people.

The man took the tools handed to him by his attendant, carefully dug out the roots, and then wrapped them with gauze.

When she was held in his hands, Fu Yuan saw the man's face for the first time. She was so amazed that she didn't come back to her senses for a long time.

The senior sisters said that when the petals grow to nine, one can cultivate into a human form. If one practices diligently, there is a chance to become an immortal.

If I become an immortal, will I be able to look as good-looking as this person?

Then she must practice hard to become an immortal.

… …

It has been half a month since Fu Yuan was brought back, and the man planted it in a flowerpot on the windowsill.

There is a large flower field outside the yard, with all kinds of flowers, all planted by the man.

Oh, it turns out he likes flowers. No wonder he brought it back to raise it, and even gave it a small flowerpot to live in.

Humph, after all, it is the last mist flower in the world, and it is very rare.

Fu Yuan thought proudly.

Because it was highly poisonous, bees, butterflies and small birds dared not approach it. There was not even one that could talk to it, so it hummed a song out of boredom.

Just as she was humming, Fu Yuan discovered something was wrong.

It slowly turned its head, and then saw a handsome and extraordinary immortal man in white clothes behind it, staring at it with a smile.

Fu Yuan's whole flower began to tremble again reflexively.

The young man in white approached it and couldn't help laughing at the trembling flower: "Why are you so nervous? Are you afraid that I will find out that you can talk and burn you like a monster?"

According to folk belief, demons and monsters must be burned in a fierce fire to be completely killed.

Seeing that it was silent and pretending to be dead, the man continued: "Actually, I already knew you could talk."

Fu Yuan was shocked for a moment: "How is it possible?"

It has never spoken in front of him!

"You're finally willing to speak." The man smiled. He had a very good-looking face, and his smile was so attractive that even beauties couldn't take their eyes off him.

Fu Yuan was briefly mesmerized by his beauty, then suddenly came to her senses and realized that he had just deliberately deceived her!

"Bad guy!"

The flower with four petals scolded him angrily, although this time her cute girlish voice had no killing power at all, instead it sounded like she was acting coquettishly.

"If I were a bad guy, I would have made you into medicine long ago." The man poked the small petals with his slender and beautiful fingers, "You conscienceless little thing, and you still scold me."

"Humph."

Fu Yuan used two small leaves to push his fingers hard to prevent him from poking her, although she failed to push them away.

"What's your name?" The man teased it for a while, and finally let it go out of mercy.

"I won't tell you." Fu Yuan shook the petals proudly, remaining cool.

"You probably don't have a name either, only the variety name 'Wu Feihua', so pitiful." The man said to himself.

Fu Yuan straightened her body and retorted solemnly: "I have a name!"

"What is it?"

"I won't tell you." Fu Yuan learned his lesson this time, "You want to lie to me again!"

"If you don't have a name, then you don't have one. Why do you have to be so stubborn?" The man said earnestly, "You are just a little flower. There is no need to put so much pressure on yourself."

"Since you don't have a name, I will call you Huahua from now on." The man smiled and touched its small petals with his fingertips again.

Fu Yuan protested: "I don't want to be called such a stupid name!"

"How can you be silly? You're so cute." The man simply ignored her protest and said, "Huahua."

"Don't call me that!" Fu Yuan only hated that he was not a carnivorous plant and did not have sharp serrations, otherwise he would have been able to bite this annoying guy to death.

"You have to remember my name." The man's serious look is really intimidating, making people unconsciously want to agree to all his requests.

"I am Yan Jiuting."