Hua Yan is not a homosexual or a slut, and she has no interest in teasing girls.

But she is a bunch of beautiful roses, so beautiful that there is no color in the world that can take away her glory. Any beauty in the world will become as light as water in front of her.

This rose that has lived for three hundred years has only one wish - she wants to find a beauty who is worthy of her and become the most gorgeous color on her hair bun.

But there are thousands of beauties in the world. The beautiful beauties are not suitable for roses. The charming beauties cannot defeat her color. How difficult is it to find the one that suits the roses most?

Therefore, if Hua Yan wants to become an admiral, if there is no such stunning appearance among humans, then what if it is not a human being? There will always be such beauty that does not belong to the mortal world, right?

Hua Yan always felt that the beauty is in her bones and not in her skin. She herself is a stunning beauty. The one who can deserve her rose must be a beauty who can make people heartbreak even if she lowers her eyes and smiles.

Then she saw it.

Yingfa Fu, who came in the sky, was so thin that he was so inferior to the man who was as beautiful as the moon beside him, but he was also glorious, and almost immediately took away Hua Yan's attention.

He was not perfect, too thin, too thin, but the moment he looked up at her, his eyes with a faint despair were filled with the sad and beautiful beauty of the wings of a pink butterfly.

——This shrill and desperate beauty reminds Huayan of her black-red rose.

How can those beauties who only have skin but no inner connotation compare to the confusion and distantness that precipitates in the eyes of the person in front of you?

Time is engraved in his soul, like wine and poetry, as thick as strong as strong wine, but also light in the sky, dizzying into a slightly drunken cloudy color.

So beautiful.

——Damn it, I’m not refusing to cheat on the refrigerator and the washing machine for such a beauty!

Hua Yan smiled and handed her rose. If she did this in the clan, she would probably be covered with a thorny vine and scolded a hooligan. But if she didn't say it now, how could the young lady know? →_→

So, it is not that she doesn’t like the beauty in the clan, but that she doesn’t dare to hand over roses to others if she likes them.

After all, everyone is a little confused about what flowers are from plants.

#How can I practice it! What era is it now! I am still so petty! #

#Take out your big baby when I first met!

#Miss! Is there a appointment?! Is there an appointment?!#

Hua Yan is very confident that the other party will not reject her, because from ancient times to the present, no woman can reject the charm of roses.

The bright red rose is a symbol of love. Even those women who like simple things cannot deny their beauty when they first see the rose.

The flowers that seemed to have absorbed flesh and blood and bloomed from the heart were already so dangerous and charming.

Then, Hua Yan saw a smile on the corner of her favorite beauty's lips. The despair seemed to be no longer suppressed, and it just came to her face, almost suffocating Hua Yan.

He stretched out his hand, gently lifted the rose in her palm, and murmured with a sigh-like tone: "As a matter of course, you are the same as my former master."

"Do you also want me to serve on my side, get the bird in the cage, get... the world?"

The beauty who spoke for the first time said something amazing.

Hua Yan: "..."

Three Sun Moon Sect is near: “…hahaha!”

Hua Yan's mind and touching were immediately restrained. She glanced at Zong Sanzuo's words and thought with some confusion that something might have happened to her judgment.

Perhaps what is in front of you is not a beauty "with the beauty of time".

But a Mary Sue is sick from the second grade.

How can you cultivate? Huayan is a rose, she is also a dead house! Now whoever is in the second dimension knows that the otakus is very yd, but Mary Su Su is really desperate to get angry!

If you love beauty but not the country, you will get the world or something. If you get me, you will get the world or something. You will be snatched by all princes and heroes from all sides! This is definitely a Mary Sue!

That kind of distant temperament that seems to have accumulated over the years may be a person who has been dreaming of himself by the second disease, thinking that he is truly a sad and beautiful woman!

Haha! I can’t afford to offend you guys!!!

Hua Yan looked upright and immediately brushed the messy complaints in her mind, saying with a serious expression: "Miss is joking. I am just an innocent little girl who is passing by to buy flowers. Please give me the gift, please give me the gift."

After saying that, Hua Yan turned around immediately, ran quickly, quickly... Huh? Didn't run away?

Hua Yan silently looked down at her feet hanging in the air, turned her head silently at a beautiful man who was 1.8 meters tall and laughed out of a bright moon and clear wind, silently spitting out a string of ellipsis: "..."

Relying on his height of 1.8 meters, the Sanriyue Sect pulled the short one-5 meters tall and smashed it, and said with a smile: "Where is the Lord going? Or are you not very satisfied with the third hall of Xiahezong? Why not choose carefully?"

Lord, Zong San, Benwant-

Hua Yan's mind was blank and her eyes died silently.

In order to pass the admiral's assessment, Hua Yan once made up for all the information and history of the warship girls, but she did not have much knowledge of the "Sword Men", and was limited to the extent that she only heard her name but did not see her.

However, as the so-called "battleship girl" is all beautiful girls incarnated by warships, this so-called "sword man"... is naturally all handsome, beautiful, male and female.

In other words, the "sister" she just gave out the roses was actually a... man.

Huayan Petrification was slipped back to the Pill by two Fu Sangshen in the hands of the Sanri Moon Sect.

As soon as the girl, who was only 1.5 meters tall, was surrounded by a group of small short swords. So the short-smashed god-studying master was immediately submerged in the ocean of short swords and disappeared again.

#Sadly short smash.#

Huayan is already a rose in her 300s, but she is still a minor baby in the clan, and her transformed appearance is only fourteen or fifteen years old. She is short and small, delicate and delicate.

Not to mention the Taidao and the Big Taidao, even some short swords such as Taigu Zhong Shizong, Shino Fuji Shiro, etc. are a little higher than those who examine the gods.

This is really...it makes roses so sad.

Hua Yan was almost collapsed inside. She was not young anymore and had been living in the second dimension for many years. She was naturally an old driver in her heart. However, the group of Fu Sangshen in front of her actually treated her as a pure and flawless little fairies.

Bah! What does it mean to "go to have cream snacks together", "go to play hide-and-seek together", "Do you want to raise it high (heavy fog)"!

This baby can also get diamonds! (Cross your neck and scream.jpg)

However, Hua Yan's appearance is so deceptive. Even if she glares at her, she is so cute that she just wants to hold it in her hand and love it. She has no deterrence as the master.

In the end, Tadatobu... Oh no, it was Mr. Hasebe who smashed Xiao Ai to rescue the "sea of ​​bitterness" full of Shota.

Huayan looked up at the man in front of him who was dressed in a priest costume, with his facial features and eyebrows and eyes that were very evil, but he was just showing a serious and serious expression. Seeing him leaning over and politely said, "I am pressing down on the Hague tribe. The lord has his life and will never refuse."

"No need to be polite." Hua Yan couldn't help but rub her nose. As a rose born in the West, she had a certain sense of awe for the profession of priests, "What should I call you?"

"I can't afford your respectful title, master!" Hasebe looked a little frightened, and he said carefully, "If possible, you can call me... Hasebe. After all, the name is derived from the rude behavior of the former master."

Hua Yan: "..." Dog belt, who is your former owner?!

Hua Yan had a thousand ten thousand words in her heart, and at this time she could only pretend to be calm and smiled, saying, "Okay, Hasegawa, you are all my grandfather's subordinates and my elders. I really don't need to do this. I'm a little uncomfortable."

Damn it, ahhhh, this kind of Mary Sue feeling that hits you!!! The person in front of you is a loyal dog character at first glance, can you make me a quiet beauty!!!

You are here! Take care of the shame of me, an old man over 300 years old?!!!

Hua Yan's deep-roaring complaints were naturally not received by Hasebe. The long legs of the loyal dog attribute only felt that the Lord was too gentle, cute, kind and approachable, and it was so cute that it turned out to be a new sky!

"Yes, Lord!" Hasebe, who is full of expectations for the future, said with great power, "Please allow me to introduce the facilities of Honmaru to you."

Hua Yan thought that there was nothing to visit in this Japanese house. Anyway, as long as there is electricity and wifi, she would be a nest everywhere, so she smiled shyly and said, "No rush, it's okay to get to know slowly in the future. You are all elders. Before taking office, my family asked me to bring a lot of meeting gifts. Can you please trouble Hasegawa to introduce you to me and let me recognize my face?"

Hasebe was moved instantly, ah, the future of the Lord who cares so much about Fu Sanshen is simply filled with light.

The chickens talked to the ducks and faced each other, smiling, and the flower face was almost all the roses were about to wither.

After Hanayan moved her luggage into the room, she packed up the house with the enthusiastic help of Hasebe, and changed into a red and white witch suit with a look of entanglement with a look of entanglement.

I can only say that people with high looks good in everything they wear, although Hua Yan always feels that her painting style is incompatible with the place.

Why did she, a rose from Europe and America, come to this Japanese-style Honmaru that emphasizes exquisite and simple beauty! Fall!

Is it better for Sister Sakura to be more suitable for this kind of place?

When Hanayan came to Dakuma, the fantasy Hasegawa, which had a high maneuverage value, had already collected all the Fu Sang-shen in Honmaru, stopped his work and came to recognize his face for the new Lord.

Hua Yan opened the flower and bird paper door in Daguangji, and saw the handsome man sitting upright on the ground, and there was a Japanese knife in front of everyone.

Hua Yan was in a bad mood.

Although the little girl's painting style is not very elegant, her black crow's hair is soft and beautiful, and her facial features are deep and gorgeous. At this time, she changed into a simple witch suit and stood there. Her lips are red and her teeth are white, and her flowers are as beautiful as tender and willows.

Facing such a sweet and cute girl who is "timid and afraid to come forward" at this time, the swordsmen in Honmaru all show a "kind" smile together.

Hasebu stepped forward and said respectfully: "Master, Honmaru has a total of 79 swords and swords. Please appreciate them one by one."

After saying that, he cut off the sword from his waist and held it in his hands to greet the girl:

"When pressing down and cutting the Hasebe, my knife maker named Hasebe Kōgeki. Because Oda Nobunaga used me to cut the food utensil with the monks when he had a fight with the tea ceremony master, he had his current name."

"Whether it is a hand-killing servant or a fire attack on the temple, please give it as you wish!"

Hua Yan took the "Cutting Hase" with a confused look on her face, looked at the knife, looked at the person, looked at the knife, and looked at the person again.

Then her eyes floated and she found that the handsome men in the pill were all holding a knife seriously and letting her "recognize her face".

Hua Yan: "..."
Chapter completed!