The Good for Nothing Seventh Young Lady

The Sky City was quiet, just like every day over ten thousand years — it was thoroughly quiet.

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

It was a beautiful palace, larger than other palaces in the Sky City, only one size smaller than the palace of

the Lord God; 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 image, but a tract of land covered with grass and owers.

“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 owers would appear in front of her the moment the gate was opened.

The white petals of the owers 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 owers at all. She could only see a white

road extending from the gate of the palace towards the sea of owers, 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 nally 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 vegetation!

The fragrance of owers pervaded the surroundings. At this moment, Shen Yanxiao’s tense nerves nally

relaxed.

A gust of wind blew and the boundless sea of owers swayed like water. White owers danced with the

wind and the scattered petals uttered in the air, falling to the ground in pieces as though the sky were

raining owers.

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 the devils, and never have to ght a bloody battle.

Xiu picked up Shen Yanxiao and ew through the ower rain. Pieces of white petals grazed their cheeks

and bodies. This time, Xiu ew slowly. He seemed to want Shen Yanxiao to enjoy the beautiful scenery

better, so he slowed down.

When they nally arrived at the palace, a large number of petals had piled up in Shen Yanxiao’s arms. She

smiled like a little child, took up 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 nd 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 owers.

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 owers?” Shen Yanxiao looked at Xiu. With his indierent temperament, it was hard for

her to imagine that Xiu would grow so many owers in his territory.

Xiu brushed o the fallen owers on his shoulder and said calmly, “I neither like nor hate them. These

owers were made by the Lord.”