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The hillside is full of apricot blossom trees, and the snow-white and soft petals are swirling and flying, like a colorful snowfall, covering the entire hillside.

The girl squatted in the grass under the tree, and the rain of apricot blossoms fell all over her body.

The wind of the distant mountains blew the light chestnut hair, the skirt hung loose, and the lingering petals drifted from the hairline to the shoulders.

Holding the small hoe, she dug out a slender herb and sniffed it gently. The wind ruffled two long strands of light chestnut hair on the cheeks, revealing a few small freckles on the cheeks, and the amber eyes were clear and transparent in the sun.

Since it has been decided that he wants to go alone to find Xiao Yu, the necessary preparations must be made.

Placing the herbs in a small basket beside her, she stood up and stretched, looking at the golden sunlight that shimmered through the gaps in the clouds in the sky. The knee-length white dress fluttered in the wind, and the apricot blossom rain fell sporadically.

She picked up the basket and was about to leave, but she paused, then turned back and squatted down to continue digging for herbs.

Let's dig some for Satsuki.

Careful to avoid the roots and dig out the herbs with the soil, she watched intently, and her mud-stained fingers gently put the slender green medicinal buds into the small basket, and then lifted the basket to find the next one.

Immortal ......

It's better to be prepared.

She held the delicate green herb in her hand, her fingers brushing away the dust on the leaves, and her pupils were a little dazed.

Later...... Will you know how to take care of yourself?

Sand......

The wind tightened suddenly.

The petals are flying, and the rain of apricot blossoms in the sky is disturbed by the wind, scattered in all directions.

Qianling came back to her senses, sat in the apricot blossoms and looked back-

In the rain of apricot blossoms flying in the sky, a white phantom with a strong wind is speeding from a distance!

Her pupils twitched, the herb fell from her hand, and she almost instinctively dodged sideways—

In the next second, the phantom flew by the side of the neck like lightning, and a strand of chestnut hair fell in response!

"Wow......"

Qianling fell into the grass, grabbed her neck and got up, her hair on one side of her cheek was cut off, and she looked around in shock:

"Who?!"

It was just ...... Something is attacking her?

Sand......

The wind is still noisy, and the rain of apricot blossoms is sweeping and fluttering.

The flying white shadows passed through the rain of flowers like ghosts, back and forth, gradually becoming thousands of phantoms!

"Ahhh......hh

In an instant, thousands of white shadows strangled from all directions like lightning, and Qianling curled up in front of him with his hands in front of him, and an exclamation erupted from his mouth!

Call......

The air suddenly froze, as if time had stood still, and all the white shadows that flew by stood still for 0.5 seconds.

In the still space, a bewitching scarlet flower fell from the girl's body—

A circle of invisible ripples spread out in an instant, like ripples spreading over the hillside and apricot blossoms, expanding to all sides!

Whoop ......!

The terrible scream suddenly started, and the white shadow shuttling in the air turned into white mist and collapsed in an instant, and a strong white fox appeared in the mist, twisting and struggling in place to let out a terrible roar!

Qianling looked at the white fox that was roaring and struggling as if it was suffering a great pain, and the hand in front of her slowly let go, and her brain went blank.

Fox......?

The wailing and roaring lasted for 2 seconds, as if the restraints were lifted, and the white fox turned around and ran away, turning into a white electric light and disappearing into the apricot grove in an instant.

Only sporadic apricot blossoms fluttered in the wind, falling on the girl's maroon hair and white dress.

Qianling looked at the direction in which the fox disappeared, and her mouth was still frightened and slightly panting.

This is...... Saved?

Sand......

The wind stirred the apricot blossom trees, the hillside gradually returned to calm, and the rain of flowers still fluttered, as if nothing had happened.

Suddenly a faint tingling sensation came from the forehead,

The four-leaf clover lit up silently.

She sat on the hillside, her hair and skirt curled by the wind, and the four-leaf clover on her forehead shimmered.

Wrong......

The one who blocked the fox just now wasn't ...... four-leaf clover?

The breeze was bleak, and a little residual red light in the air collapsed, like cinnabar melting in the air.

Her hair was flying, and she slowly raised her head sluggishly to look at the apricot grove on the other side. His pupils twitched, and his cheeks faded in a trance.

Flowers are raining.

The middle-aged man hid behind the apricot tree, and his forehead was retracted. Slowly and carefully glancing from behind the trunk of the tree at the visibly frightened girl who was sitting on the hillside, he scratched his head and turned back lightly to leave......

"Uncle——!"

Crying erupted.

The overturned basket rolled down into the grass, and herbs were sprinkled on the ground.

Qianling almost cried and got up from the hillside and stumbled into the apricot forest!

The man's footsteps were stunned, a pair of snow-white plump wings behind him trembled, and he hurriedly opened up and wanted to run-

"Uncle, whoa, whoa, whoa—"

Before he could spread his wings, he was suddenly hugged from behind. He was stunned, and slowly lowered his head sluggishly, looking at the hands that hugged him tightly and did not let go.

"Uncle woo woo...... It's really you...... It's really your ......."

He looked back and saw the crying face, tears and snot on his face, clear and familiar amber eyes drowning in tears looking at him, plush hair, and a few small freckles on his tear-stained face were very familiar.

"Girl......"

His eyes trembled, his eyes turned red, and he slowly turned around to say something, but in the end he only reached out and wiped the tears from her face.

"Uncle...... Woo woo woo where have you been......"

Qianling cried with tears in her eyes, looking at him with a pair of eyes and refusing to move away, like an abandoned puppy clinging to him:

"If you don't say hello, you will leave...... It's too much, Uncle is too much...... I don't even know if you're dead or alive......"

Ghost Shadow gently wiped the endless tears from her face, pursing her lips slightly. After a long time, he struggled to squeeze out a sentence:

"Girl...... What did no one tell you?"

Qianling twitched her nose, and a tear slipped down the corner of her eye:

"Say...... What?"

He was silent, his eyelids drooping.

Ban Yan slowly reached out and stroked her head, smiling.

"Nothing. ”

Sighing again, he leaned over and gently picked up the girl, rubbing her head while carrying the person out of the apricot grove:

"Girl...... How are you doing? Have you been bullied?"

Qianling looked down at him, her nose was sour, and tears were in her eyes, and she slapped his face.

"Ouch, you ...... What about the rain?"

Lie Muying smiled bitterly and gently pinched the girl's wet cheeks: "Uncle didn't bring an umbrella, spare me, right?"

Qianling didn't speak, and her tears still fell one by one.

Lie Geeming sighed, walked to the hillside with the girl in his arms and sat down, and put the person on his lap:

"Uncle...... You know that when you get better, you can't be idle...... Just go out for a walk. I was in a hurry to leave and forgot to say hello...... I'm sorry. ”

Qianling stared at his face as if to confirm repeatedly whether this was a lie or not:

"Uncle, what's the matter in such a hurry, I don't have time to talk to me? Do you know that such a sudden disappearance will make people very anxious and worried?"

"I'm sorry girl...... It's the uncle who is wrong, the uncle admits the mistake......" Lie Chongying frowned sadly.

She looked at the man's miserable face and nose sour, and the tears of the bean were rolling down one after another, and her voice was hoarse and crying:

"You are both like this...... Is it fun to play with me?"

Once, twice.

She was probably born to be left behind.