It Was Hard to Communicate With a Beast

"Come and take a look."

Jiang Beiran waved at Wu Qingce. He squatted down and used his index finger to wipe the lips of the female disciple.

"Smell it. What's that smell?"

Wu Qingce came forward to smell it. After thinking for a while, he answered, "It seems to be... The purple sunflower?"

"Give me a definite answer."

"It's the purple sunflower!"

"Stick your head out."

"Ah..."

"What? Hurry up."

"Brother Jiang, be gentle..." Wu Qingce lowered his head as he said, "Ah!"

After Wu Qingce let out a scream, Jiang Beiran said, "This is the smell of hibiscus. It's a rouge made with the juice of blue flower. I've visited Mingcui Town before and there isn't a market. I don't think they will sell the high-grade rouge made by hibiscus. Let me ask you another question. Where do you think they bought this kind of high-grade rouge?"

"Anhuo City!" Wu Qingce, who was still rubbing his forehead, immediately replied.