Chapter 109 The Language of Flower Slave

Hua Nu limped and ran out a few steps. Feng Junyang took a step and caught up with him. He grabbed him, put it heavily in **, and asked harshly, "What are you running for? I am a human, not a ghost! Last time you kicked me off the cliff, I'm not dead! Sit down! I'll settle accounts with you today!"

Hua Nu shook his head in panic, said something randomly, and then raised his hands and covered his ears. Feng Junyang saw Huanu's hands and were cut off from his wrists! The blood-red flesh and white bones were exposed, and the wound was still a little ulcerated, with blood and pus flowing out.

"What's wrong with your hand?" The last time he saw Huanu, although his hands were scarred, they were still intact. He also skillfully handed tea to Mei Lanyue, and also cleverly lifted his sleeves to check the plum blossom marks.

Hua Nu covered his head and kept shaking his head. His small eyes were panicked and did not dare to look handsome. Feng Junyang suddenly sympathized with him. Although he helped Zhou, help Mei Lanyue, and kicked himself off the cliff, when he saw his appearance, he was controlled by Mei Lanyue, his appearance was completely destroyed, he could not move, he could not speak, and his hands were cut off. In the future, how could this man live a ghost?

"Mei Lanyue went to Ziyang City to make trouble, and you escaped?" Feng Junyang knew that he could not speak, but still asked, "She cut your hand too?"

Seeing that Feng Junyang was not hostile, Hua Nu slowly put down his hand and raised it again to let Feng Junyang look at his wound. Feng Junyang smelled a stench. He was angry and asked, "Is it Mei Lanyue who cut you?"

Hua Nu shook his head with tears in his eyes.

"Is it Ye Xuanji?"

This time, Hua Nu sobbed and tears flowed out, and he nodded violently!

"Beast!" Feng Junyang scolded, "Wait, I'll get you some medicine."

"Woo-woo... Woo-woo..." Hua Nu sobbed, jumped out of bed, limped to the purple case a few years ago, raised her chin and signaled to Feng Junyang.

"You mean, there is medicine on it? Have you been here before?

"Wow!" The slave nodded.

Feng Junyang didn't have time to think too much about it. He brought a few medicine bottles from the case, which were indeed marked to cure the injury. He poured out the powder in several medicine bottles, mixed them together, and sprinkled them on the wound of the flower slave. The flower slave's mouth made a "sizzling" sound, and he was gritting his teeth to endure the pain. Then, he found the cloth on the case of the purple clothes and wrapped the flower slave's hands with the cloth.

"Don't touch raw water. When it doesn't hurt, it will be fine. What are you doing here?"

"Woo..." Hua Nu nodded for a moment, shook his head, raised his hands again and shook them back and down.

"Are you here to ask for medicine?" Feng Junyang understood what he meant, "Have you been here before? Do you know purple clothes?

"Woo...Wow..." Hua Nu shook her head, tears flowed from her eyes, and the stiff skin on her face beat faintly, as if he was enduring great pain.

"It's okay. It hurts a little when you just applied the medicine. Are you still afraid of pain?" Feng Junyang joked that he stood up and said, "I'm leaving. My two friends are still waiting for me outside..."

"Ah! Whoo-hoo!" Hua Nu said vaguely, shook his head vigorously, jumped up and ran to the door, opened his legs and hands, trying to block the door, but his small body and short limbs could not reach the door frame.

"You won't let me go? Why? I'm going to help you kill Mei Lanyue and Ye Xuanji..." Feng Junyang said with a smile, "Do you also want to stop me with your small figure? Believe it or not, I'll take you out too?"

"Wow..." Hua Nu cried and simply sat down at the door, staring at Feng Junyang.

"What the hell do you want to do? You can't say it, and you can't write..." Feng Junyang shook his head helplessly and said, "I'm really busy and don't have time to talk nonsense with you here."

"Hmm! Uh-huh!" The flower slave suddenly stopped crying and nodded violently.

"Can you write?" Feng Junyang was overjoyed and immediately said disappointedly, "Your hand has been cut off by Ye Xuanji... Hua Nu, is it because Ye Xuanji cut off your hand because you can write?"

"Hmm! Uh-huh..." The flower slave nodded like a chicken pecking rice.

"If you can write, Ye Xuanji will cut off your hand... What is he afraid of you writing?" Feng Junyang asked doubtfully, "Do you know his secret?"

"Woo-woo..." Hua Nu shook her head, nodded again, pointed to himself with a broken finger, and pointed to the room again.

"I don't understand. It's a pity that I don't have time now. If I have enough time, I will communicate with you word by word, and you can read." Feng Junyang thought that if he had a chance to have time in the future, he would let Hua Nu spell to communicate with himself and see why Ye Xuanji cut off his hand.

"I'm leaving. You also follow me out..." Feng Junyang said, shaking his head and denying his idea. How can he take care of him with the flower slave? But let the flower slave go back to the Moon Villa? Sooner or later, he returned to that place and was killed by Ye Xuanji. What should I do? Where are you going? You will definitely be regarded as a monster when you go out, and you will starve to death. If you go back to the Moon Villa, you are also looking for death.

"Wow! Ah..." The flower slave waved his broken finger at the house and then pointed to himself. Are you going to stay in the Purple Bamboo Forest? There are a lot of organs here, and if you don't pay attention, it will kill you! No, I'll take you to Longfeng Inn for a while. When we get it done, I'll send you to the right place. As he said, he complained in his heart. Why did he encounter such a big trouble? He can't say that he can't write, in case Mei Lanyue was sent... After all, he has been following Mei Lanyue, and he is still hostile to himself at Lanyue Villa and kicks himself to the bottom of the cliff.

"Good! You stay in the purple bamboo forest, but I tell you, you can only walk around this room, and the food in the back room is enough for you to eat for half a year. Don't run around, or those organs will kill you! Do you understand?" Feng Junyang was happy that he thought of this method. He dared not go out to trap the flower slave in this way. He whined in such a little pain just now, and he would definitely not do anything that would kill him.

"Hmm! Uh-huh!" Huanu danced happily and kept nodding and agreeing.

"Well, then keep your word. I will leave for a while. If you move around, no one will save you. Also, if the hostess here comes back, I can't guarantee your life or death... I will leave a token or note to ask the hostess of this family not to hurt you."

"Woo-woo..." Hua Nu seemed to ignore what Feng Junyang said. As long as he didn't drive him away, he nodded and agreed.

Feng Junyang told several times, which was earth-shaking, as if as soon as the flower slave walked out of the door, the sky would fall down. The flower slave took it all and sat on the ground and couldn't get up, but curled up his feet to make way for Feng Junyang.

"Remember. This door can't be crossed out. Feng Junyang walked to the door and said. The flower slave nodded hurriedly. When Feng Junyang took a few steps, he shouted in the back.

"What do you want to say? It's really troublesome. I won't say that I can't communicate with you." Feng Junyang returned impatiently and squatted down. Hua Nu's two broken hands cooperated to find a small black notebook from his waist and handed it to Feng Junyang. Feng Junyang saw a little blood stain on the small notebook. He took the small notebook and turned it over randomly. There was no word written in it. It was all painted. There were people, grass, and Trees, and animals... The one painted is unbearable, and the lines are messy, and it's simply "four unlike"!

"Did you draw it?"

"Hmm!" The flower slave nodded.

"Nice, that's good! I thought you could write, but you could scrimble. Feng Junyang got up and said, "Ye Xuanji won't cut your hand because of your painting? Flower slave, stop it. I'll come back to see you draw when I'm done my business.

He was completely disappointed. It seemed impossible to know the secrets of Mei Lanyue and Ye Xuanji from Hua Nu's mouth. He took a few more steps. This time, the flower slave did not shout, but ran directly, clamped the corner of his clothes with a pair of broken hands, whined wildly, and handed the small notebook to Feng Junyang. He had to read it!

"I've seen it! You draw well! Don't waste my time." Feng Junyang gave the small notebook to Hua Nu again and said harshly, "Isn't it that I didn't ask you to come out? Why did you come out of the door?" This sentence seemed to scare him. Hua Nu stopped shouting, but his eyes were dripping at Feng Junyang. He circled his hands and made a round posture, and then leaned down on a stone on the ground.

"Do you mean stone? Sleep? Are you sleeping on the stone?"

The flower slave shook his head again. He compared the action just now, then pointed to Feng Junyang and then pointed to the road outside.

"You said I'm going out, and I'm going out to find Mei Lanyue and Ye Xuanji! Oh! Are you talking about Mei Lanyue sleeping on a round stone? Feng Junyang realized, "Hua Nu, are you talking about warm jade?"

"Wow!" The flower slave jumped up.

"Warm jade is in the Moon Villa. What do you think is the use of this? Feng Junyang said, "I'm not a tomb robber. There was once a person who was interested in pretending to be dead to steal... But she didn't expect that Nuan Yu almost lost her life in your moon villa. Next time you see her, take her to steal!"

He suddenly remembered Fengwu. Where is this dead girl now? Yes, this industry not only needs to eliminate Mei Lanyue and Ye Xuanji, but also needs to find Feng Wu.

"Flower, I can't afford to ask you about Nuanyu and watch you draw when I come back in the future!" Feng Junyang ran away for fear that the flower slave would catch up with him.

Hua Nu opened his big mouth and slowly closed it. He fell to the ground and looked at the direction of Feng Junyang's running in a daze.

For a long time, he groped out a white round stone from his body and put it on his knees and plucked it around with his broken hands. After playing for a while, he got up and limped into the house. He turned around and put the door on top of his buttocks, and held a long bamboo stick with two broken hands on the table, which was contained in his mouth. Next to the bright glass cylinder, he struggled to climb up the high chair, turned right, and the chair slowly sank. The flower slave sank to the ground and activated the mechanism in the basement with the bamboo stick in his mouth. Then he rose to the ground and did everything smoothly and naturally. Except for his height, he suffered a little, his movements and calm appearance. It seemed that he was the owner of the purple bamboo forest!

Fortunately, all this was not seen by Feng Junyang!

The flower slave who rose to the ground was a little lonely. He sat in a chair, jumped down after a while, and soon sat up and came down again. Several times, he was also tired, so he simply sat on the ground, broke his hands and cooperated to take out the small notebook he had just wanted to show Feng Junyang, put it on his knees with his mouth. Open it, then, stretch out your right hand and put it into your mouth. It's hard to bite Feng Junyang's bandaged cloth, and the wound came out of blood. He actually drew on the small notebook with the blood on his broken hand!