The Good-for-Nothing Seventh Miss

Chapter 2525: It’s Our Home (1)

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Sky City was quiet, just like how it had been for ten thousand years—it was serenely quiet.

A flashing shadow suddenly stopped, not far from the last temple.

It was a beautiful palace, larger than other palaces in Sky City, only one size smaller than the palace of the Lord God, but even so, it was still very striking.

Shen Yanxiao leaned against Xiu’s arms and looked at the huge palace before them.

“This is your place…”

“En.” Xiu nodded slightly and walked to the entrance of the palace.

The closed gate, seeming to sense the return of its owner, slowly opened.

A strand of brilliant light sprinkled on the entrance. On the other side of the gate was not the palace in Shen Yanxiao’s eyes, but a tract of land covered with grass and flowers.

“This is… your home?” Shen Yanxiao blinked her eyes. Even if you beat her to death, she would never have expected that an endless sea of flowers would appear in front of her the moment the gate was opened.

White petals of the flowers thoroughly covered the meadow before them, revealing only a little green in the gaps.

Shen Yanxiao looked up but could not see the end of the sea of flowers at all. She could only see a white road extending from the gate of the palace towards the sea of flowers, and a white palace could be seen faintly in the distance.

“It’s our home,” Xiu said softly.

Shen Yanxiao raised her head and looked at Xiu with a slightly red face.

She finally understood why Xiu disdained Vermillion Bird’s lava valley so much. Compared with this place, the lava valley was really small and pitiful, and simply lacking in greenery!

The fragrance of flowers pervaded the surroundings. At this moment, Shen Yanxiao’s tense nerves finally relaxed.

A gust of wind blew and the boundless sea of flowers swayed like water. White flowers danced along with the wind and the scattered petals fluttered in the air, falling to the ground piece by piece as though the sky were raining flowers.

Shen Yanxiao was simply dazzled by the sight.

Countless petals encircled her and Xiu’s body. This place was beautiful and peaceful beyond words, without any disturbances. If possible, Shen Yanxiao really hoped to stay here forever, to no longer have to worry about the invasion of devils, and never have to fight a bloody war.

Xiu picked up Shen Yanxiao and flew through the flower rain. Pieces of white petals grazed their cheeks and bodies. This time, Xiu flew slowly, as he seemed to want Shen Yanxiao to enjoy the beautiful scenery better.

When they finally arrived at the palace, a large number of petals had piled up in Shen Yanxiao’s arms. She smiled like a little child, held the pile of petals, and threw them down toward Xiu’s head.

A peerless and handsome face, adorned with the snow-white petals; the scene was as beautiful as a painting.

Shen Yanxiao smiled foolishly and seemed to find what she was doing very interesting.

Meanwhile, Xiu just let her behave in such a way, without displaying the slightest displeasure.

All over the world, Shen Yanxiao was probably the only one who dared to sprinkle petals on the War God’s head so boldly. If she were to be replaced by another, it was feared that they would have become the fertilizer that nourished this sea of flowers.

When Shen Yanxiao was done playing, Xiu put her down. Both of them were covered with petals, which looked a little funny.

“Do you like these flowers?” Shen Yanxiao looked at Xiu. With his indifferent temperament, it was hard for her to imagine that Xiu would grow so many flowers in his territory.

Xiu brushed off the fallen flowers on his shoulder and said calmly, “I neither like nor hate them. These flowers were made by the Lord.”