C550 Yellow Weasel

The fifth hundred and forty-ninth chapter of the Yellow Sickle Grass.

The sapphire-colored flower was like a shy young lady, slowly closing its petals, allowing Ding Yue and Ximen Caiyi to look at it peacefully.

The black branches were not completely black, but there was a trace of red in the black, like a thin thread that pierced through the entire plant