Hearing Chrysanthemum Douluo's frantic, frantic call, which made him sound like an ant on a hot pan, Golden Crocodile Douluo's hands—which had been slowly reaching out and were about to touch the stamen right at the center—were jerked back as if by an invisible force, withdrawing at lightning speed.
The chrysanthemum in question was exceptionally large, its stamen protruding well over half a foot above the petals! Moreover, the stamen emitted a faint golden glow, as if forged from countless specks of fine gold sand, looking particularly dazzling under the sunlight. The entire flower possessed a mysterious and noble deep purple hue, striking and eye-catching like the brightest star in the night sky.
"What is the meaning of this? It's just a chrysanthemum, why are you in such a panic?" Golden Crocodile Douluo asked in confusion, looking at Chrysanthemum Douluo, who had rushed over and quickly blocked the flower.
Chapter 171