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In front of Chen Xuan, not far away, stood the Qingmu Divine Tree. Below it, what was once a vast open space had transformed into an endless sea of flowers. Red, green, yellow, and purple blooms stretched as far as the eye could see, creating a scene that resembled a fairyland, utterly enchanting.
Chrysanthemums, lotuses, peonies, tulips, carnations, and roses—all sorts of flowers thrived in this vibrant expanse, competing for attention. As a gentle breeze swept through, a faint floral fragrance wafted into the air.
Chen Xuan stood there in a daze, slowly walking forward to take in this breathtaking flower sea that covered at least dozens of acres. He felt completely bewildered. Looking around, he finally tilted his head upward and sighed helplessly, "Come on, my little master, what do you mean by creating such a flower sea in my Farm?"
"Hmph! Are you talking about me?" A branch above him swayed slightly, and Qing Yao's figure gradually emerged. She wore a flowing green dress, her delicate feet gently swaying in front of Chen Xuan. Pouting her lips, she looked down at him with a playful expression.
Qing Yao pouted in dissatisfaction, "Yesterday you called me Sweetie, and today you're rejecting me?"
Oh no!
Jin Xiong, who had just approached, was taken aback by her words. He looked at Chen Xuan in shock, then glanced back at Qing Yao.
He thought to himself: I always believed Old Xin was unbeatable, but it seems there’s someone even bolder than him, not even sparing a tree!
Jin Xiong cast a meaningful glance at Chen Xuan, secretly giving him a thumbs up in admiration. Without saying a word, he turned and left the scene, leaving Chen Xuan and Qing Yao behind.
What the heck!
Chen Xuan stared blankly at Jin Xiong as he strode away. It suddenly dawned on him that he had been set up by Qing Yao!
Hehe, hahaha!
Qing Yao sat on a branch, happily swinging her feet with a mischievous smile on her face.
You really have a way with words!
Chen Xuan shot her an exasperated look. He pointed at the sea of flowers before him and said helplessly, "These flowers can't be dropped, can they? This is my Farm!"
"No way!" Qing Yao pouted, looking wronged. "I'm the main figure of the Qingmu Divine Clan! In the Demon Realm, I'm someone everyone looks up to. Wherever I go, it must be filled with flowers!"
"But you just said that’s in the Demon Realm!" Chen Xuan groaned.
Upon hearing this, Qing Yao's eyes suddenly glistened with unshed tears. "So now you're going to bully a weak girl who can't even go home?"
She looked at Chen Xuan with innocent eyes, and as her mood dipped, the Qingmu Divine Tree behind her seemed to sense her feelings too, swaying gently.
The branches hung low, and the glow of the leaves had dimmed somewhat.
Chen Xuan was at a loss for words; he truly found himself powerless against the eloquent Qing Yao. Remembering how Qing Yao had helped him immensely just yesterday, Chen Xuan's heart softened, and he helplessly said, "Fine, do as you wish. Let this sea of flowers remain here."
"That's more like it!" Qing Yao beamed with joy, her smile radiating beauty that momentarily captivated Chen Xuan.
With a playful pout, she wiggled her toes and looked at the aggrieved Chen Xuan, saying, "Don't be so serious! This sea of flowers was created by my own hands, and it's quite popular with the visitors. Many people have come here specifically because of it."
"Oh?" Chen Xuan raised an eyebrow at her words.
Qing Yao's statement held some truth; nowadays, many farms were not just simple agricultural spaces. They featured various crops, livestock like cows and sheep, as well as flower fields and small fish ponds. The aim was to enhance the entertainment value of the farms and attract more visitors to enjoy their offerings.
It was said that in some coastal farms, these tourist-oriented farms were particularly well-received.
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