If a black rose were not called a black rose, would it still smell so good?

——LeBlanc

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Along the business district, Aslan walked quietly on the street.

He has done what he can. Although he suddenly came up with the idea of ​​helping Indali, he not only had the idea of ​​developing her into a dependent, but also wanted to test his own strength.

More importantly, he also took a fancy to the abilities of Indali and Samira. As long as Indali was in his hands, no matter who issued a bounty on him through her, Aslan felt that he would know sooner or later.

who.

Before leaving, he used the ready-made drinking utensils in the bar to mix a glass of soothing wine for Samira and Indali each. At the same time, he wrote down a note about his departure and an agreed time to meet again. He might come to this place often in the future.

, but I must leave now.

Including the night with Samira and half a day in this bar, he had almost wasted a day and a night.

Walking on the street, he was going to buy a gift for Lestana and Tonya, but as night approached, many shops were closed, and there were only some scattered vendors left on the street.

However, he saw a woman selling flowers!

She was sitting behind her flower stall, with her hair tied together and wrapped in a very abrupt little floral scarf. A few strands of gray, almost light-white hair playfully hung down on her weak shoulders. She was also tied with a flower-stained flower scarf.

Wearing a muddy apron, her expression looked very timid. She hid her body in the gray-looking skirt. From time to time, she looked at the passers-by and hesitated to speak...

The clothes she wore made her look like a rough woman. Her clothes were incompatible with her surroundings. She lacked the solemnity and solemnity that Noxian style should have and was more simple and innocent, but her face was very

So beautiful that Aslan's attention was focused on her face more than the flowers she spread.

She sat there, very quiet, as if the passers-by around her couldn't see her presence, giving her a sense of sitting quietly and watching the flowers bloom and fall, aloof from the world.

Noxians don't like flowers, so her presence there was a bit deliberate...

Aslan was very surprised, and some strong curiosity tempted him to walk over.

"Sir, do you want to buy flowers?"

Seeing Aslan approaching, the flower seller looked up at him, her tone of voice was warm and seductive.

Aslan saw a pair of amber eyes, and this discovery made him pause slightly.

Most of the people he has seen so far have green or sapphire blue eyes, and amber eyes are really rare, so he remembers them very clearly.

"Yes, I think I need to pick a gift for the one I love!"

Aslan walked to the stall, thought for a moment and said, and found that almost all the flowers on the flower stall were roses.

"Black roses, blue roses, white roses, red roses, and other rose colors, which one do you want?"

The woman's tone was soft. She looked at Aslan with a smile as bright as a flower, and there was an emotion called curiosity or expectation hidden deep in her eyes.

With amber eyes and black roses, Aslan had a rough idea of ​​who he met.

perhaps...

Standing quietly in front of the flower stall, Aslan pretended to be thinking seriously. The flower seller did not disturb her, but just watched quietly, waiting for his choice.

There was a battle between heaven and man in his mind. Although Aslan didn't know what other colors of roses meant, he knew that the one he should choose was the right one.

"Give me three black roses!" Aslan picked up a black rose from the flower stall and held it in his hands. He lowered his head to smell the fragrance and took the opportunity to observe his surroundings.

Compared with other withered roses, there were still some water drops on the black rose buds. Aslan tried to be careful with his movements and tone.

"Don't you look at other flowers?" the woman asked, "Others are also very good, and the price is cheaper!"

"No, I like the black color that represents mystery. Other flowers are too delicate."

"Then why only three?"

"One for those who love me, one for those who love me, and one for you!"

"Sir, you are so interesting. I am just a flower girl. Do you want to invite me to your home with sweet words like some people do?!"

Her words seemed to be describing, but her tone had a certain temptation, and it also seemed like deliberate guidance.

"No, I don't have such blasphemous thoughts towards you. I give you a flower just to thank you for meeting today. I hope to leave a good memory for myself and hope to embrace a better tomorrow."

Aslan's hidden meaning is very clear. If this person really may be LeBlanc or one of her incarnations, any behavior that crosses the line may lead to bad results.

The flower girl looked at Aslan and smiled without saying a word. She seemed to be satisfied with his answer, but not too satisfied, but she still wrapped the three roses separately in a cheerful manner.

Even though she looked like an ordinary rude woman in all her outfits at the moment, the movements of her hands also showed that she was in a good mood at the moment, a little more elegant, and exuding an attractive charm.

When the flower girl leaned over, Aslan smelled a slight fragrance. He didn't know what kind of role-playing Leblanc was playing, or what one of her incarnations wanted to do, but this "pale lady"

His character is really changeable, and he was a bit difficult to grasp for a while.

The flower girl noticed Aslan's eyes staring at her hands, and her movements stopped.

"If you work harder, maybe I can really agree to your invitation. Maybe it will be an honor for me to meet such a polite gentleman like you."

The flower girl handed the wrapped roses to Aslan and asked in an uncertain tone, "Are you really going to give me one? This is the first time someone has given me a gift."

Her words were brisk and she was obviously in a happy mood, so that her tone of voice had a frivolous tone.

She held the black roses in her hands and pressed them to her chest, seemingly not wanting to put them down at all. The coarse linen clothes on her body were blown by the night wind and clung tightly to her curvy body, revealing her slender and round legs.

When the wind wasn't blowing, Aslan found that she actually had round buttocks and plump legs.

Looking at Aslan, the flower girl's eyes showed a bit of warmth, and she smiled softly, "Although you have no intention of inviting me, I will still keep the gift you gave me.

I'm happier with your choice, but you still have to pay for the remaining two."

The look on her face "timely" showed a trace of shyness. She pressed her hand on her chest for a while, thought about it before speaking.

Aslan's action of taking the flowers paused for a moment, and then he couldn't laugh or cry.

"How much!" he asked!

"Chenghui, twenty thousand Noxian gold coins."

The flower girl blinked at Aslan and repeated, "One rose for ten thousand gold coins?"

"How many?!"

Aslan's voice grew uncontrollably.

"One rose, ten thousand gold coins." The flower girl repeated again.

If he had a sword in his hand, or if he had the strength, Aslan would definitely strike this flower girl with a sword, and then say to her, "Are you safe like this?"

But if this woman is really LeBlanc, or one of her incarnations, Aslan feels that he can't defeat her.

Because she is so good at teasing, she often doesn't know who is the real one, and she may not even know each other when she meets her incarnations.

"I have no money!" Aslan paused. He slowly put the roses back on the flower stand and took a step back. "But I hope I can pay in installments."

His action made the flower girl pause, but she also laughed.

"You are truly a kind-hearted gentleman."


Chapter completed!