After the war between the elves ended, Nalan stayed in the treehouse and drank afternoon tea with the three elves and the devastated Kiruno.

The tea is quite coarse lemon black tea, no honey, only rock sugar, no fresh lemon, only dried lemon. However, thanks to Tokiluno, this lemon tea is iced - that's the only good thing about it.

The refreshments are the same coarse handmade biscuits, and the butter is added a little too much when the noodles are made, so it tastes a little greasy and slightly burnt. If he has the chance, Nalan really wants to popularize all kinds of common sense of baking snacks with these three fools.

"You guys have a lot more problems with cooking than with combat. He muttered so quietly that he took a sip of coarse tea from the imperfect biscuit.

The three goblins didn't hear him, and they were busy taunting the defeated Kiruno. Finally, they were caught and found a chance, which was to taunt to death the ice goblin who had been pressing them all along. In the end, Qi Luno could not bear the humiliation, slapped the table, and left angrily, leaving this sentence before leaving:

"Wait, I'll be back!"

A typical comedy loses a small evil party-style speech.

After seeing off Qi Luno in laughter, Nalan Yu also wiped his mouth with a silk scarf, got up and waved goodbye to the three goblins.

"Bye-bye, come and play when you have time!"

Shouting, Sonny Milk closed the door to the treehouse.

Nalan Twilight stood on the lawn, watching the wooden door gradually lose its silhouette, and finally completely merge with the trunk of the tree, and there was no trace of it.

"Then I'll have to find out where your house is, right?"

He laughed, and waved his hand twice in the direction of the tree—he knew that there were three little ones in the trunk looking at him through the window. After that, he turned around and took a step to the west.

He still had an afternoon to wander outside, though even if he didn't return home at night, there was nothing Remilia could do with him.

In terms of the level of playing missing, he Nalan is really not aimed at anyone......

Leaving the fairyland-like meadow in the forest, Nalan Twilight escaped into the forest again, and the scene he saw was no different from what he had seen before, the mushroom spores in the air and the strange atmosphere that could not be found still made him feel uncomfortable. He unconsciously quickened his pace and hurried out of the deep forest.

After about two or three hours, Nalan noticed that the scenery around her had changed significantly. Although the trees are still old and lush, they look much more normal, not like those monster trees in the depths of the forest, but like ordinary big trees. The pungent smell of spore and decay was replaced by a fresh vegetal scent, and the surrounding woods became more and more sparse, and the surrounding environment was correspondingly much brighter.

The further he went, the more open the sky above him and the ground beneath his feet became, and at last the forest cracked in front of him, and a wide dirt path began at the end of the forest and stretched to the end of the vision.

If there is a way, it means that he has come out of the forest, no, out of the uncivilized wilderness.

Feeling that the sense of being watched around his body had dissipated, Nalan Hui suddenly felt a lot more relaxed, and he took a brisk step and continued along the dirt road under his feet. After a long while, until the sun was setting in the west, and night was approaching, he finally came to the end of the road.

In front of him was a large field of bright red flowers, filling the empty valley between the two hills. The red color with no end in sight gives people a sense of illusion, and after looking at it for a long time, you will feel dizzy, as if your soul has been sucked away by it. Such a strong, vibrant, overly self-existent red hue does not at all resemble a natural creation, but rather a large-colored, side-painted Fauvist painting.

"The valley, the smell of flowers...... Why do I think of that guy?"

Nalan Yu rubbed his hair, and easily erased the image that came to his mind, and the image of the wind and the fragrance.

Those flowers, he naturally recognized, were all Lycoris, or Manzhu Sahua, the other side flower. It's November, which means it's the last time they're in full bloom. After a while, the snow will fall, and all the flowers and plants will disappear.

This kind of flower, dormant in spring and summer, blooms in autumn, before the flower blooms, the leaves fall and the flowers bloom, the flowers and leaves can not be seen, but life and death are separated. Its nature likes shade and dampness, especially in gloomy cemeteries, and has the habit of multiplying in clusters and blooming in patches.

It is conceivable that the ancients came to the cemetery to mourn the deceased, at this time the autumn wind was bleak, and after being sentimental, they suddenly saw this flower in full bloom, from here to there, endlessly, and naturally associated this flower with the world of the deceased, and regarded it as the guide of the Yellow Spring.

The legend born from this is simply impossible to tell. The patches of flowers on the other side spread from the soles of Nalan Twilight's feet all the way to the distant horizon, red like fire in the reflection of the setting sun. The autumn wind swept by, the flowers swayed, like a flickering flame, and probably only on the road to hell could you see such a beautiful scenery!

And the end of this raging road is the setting sun of death, half sinking below the horizon, half floating above the sea of flowers, separated by a line, life and death are divided. Above is the daylight of the living, and below is the eternal night where the dead sleep. And this "twilight" between life and death, at the junction of day and night, is a good time for their vampires.

"There are times in life, there are times in death, life is to think twice, and death is a lifetime, hehe......"

Nalan Twilight's laughter drifted into the distance with the autumn wind, becoming the only sound in the entire sea of flowers. The warmth of the red flowers and the lonely valley are not commensurate with each other, but they are also very reasonable—after all, the dead cannot speak.

Nalan Yu had just taken a few steps forward before he immediately stopped. The hot on his chest was a yin-yang jade pendant that was emitting white light—a relic of the Boli Shuoyue. This reaffirms to him the fact that he is the only living person here, but not the only flower admirer.

"Forget it, it's okay!"

Nalan raised his legs and strode forward again. Anyway, he couldn't see the ghosts wandering around, and there was no way those things could break through the protection of this amulet and take his life. The living walk the way of life, the dead walk the way of death, yin and yang are separated, and they do not interfere with each other.

Nalan Twilight looked at the map, and the road under his feet was called "The Way of Rethinking". It is said that people who want to commit suicide walk on this road once and see the blooming flowers on the other side, and the will to live will wells up in their hearts, hence the name "rethinking".

And at the end of this road of rethinking is the "Lost Tomb", a mass grave surrounded by mountains on three sides, and it is also the junction of the three realms of Gensokyo, the present world and the underworld. As Gu Pacyuli said, the enchantment in that place is thin and the space is extremely unstable, so there are often weak-willed outsiders who break in by mistake. It is precisely because of this that it has become a gluttonous destination for youkai. After all, what could be tastier than a nutritious and unarmed outsider?

There are countless bones buried in the mound, including the nameless dead buried here in ancient times, suicides from the outside world, victims who stumbled into the place and died at the hands of youkai, and many other people. The weight of its yin qi is one of the best in the entire Gensokyo.

That was the end of his trip, and of course he wasn't going to run here to kill himself, and the wandering monsters couldn't eat him. He just felt that since it was rare to run out to play, it was not okay not to have fun. As for the danger, isn't it very suitable for him?

Finally, he came to a dead end, and there was still a flower road on the other side at his feet, but he was surrounded by steep cliffs, and there was no way out. This cold little mountain nest should be a fateless mound.

He wasn't a psychic being, so he couldn't tell how evil this place really was. However, he noticed that this unfathomed mound had one more thing than the way of rethinking in front of him—a tree.

More specifically, it is the cherry tree, which Nalan Hao has planted with his own hands, and it is impossible to admit that he is mistaken. In addition to being surrounded by mountains, this unedged mound is also surrounded by cherry trees. At the foot of the mountain, there were all cherry trees, and a rough estimate would be in the hundreds.

It's a pity that he didn't come at the right time. If you come in the spring, you'll be jaw-dropping by the storm of cherry blossoms in full bloom. And now the cherry tree is just an ordinary tree.

"However, if spring comes, you won't be able to see the flower fields on the other side," Nalan muttered, "If these two flowers bloom together, they will be absolutely beautiful, but it's a pity ......"

In front of him, almost in the center of the Rimtsuka, there was a huge cherry tree. Although it is far less than the "Fairy House" in the middle of the Enchanted Forest, it is also a complete giant among the other cherry trees. Nalan Twilight was a little curious, wanting to see if there were also goblins living in this tree, so she walked up.

Who knows, when he walked half a circle around the tree and came to the back of the tree, he was immediately startled by the scene in front of him:

A little girl in yellow hair and black clothes is riding on a bespectacled woman in an OL uniform, tearing at each other's clothes with both hands, as if she is going to do something indescribable. The little girl's eyes were red, and her eyes were full of naked desire, while the big sister with glasses was lying on the ground like a dead corpse, her mouth open, her eyes glazed over, like a doll that had been played with.

"If these two aren't going to make a shot," Nalan thought to herself, "Then I don't have anything to say, it's the Year of the Rooster!"

His arrival obviously alarmed the two who were about to "run errands", and as soon as the little girl heard the footsteps, she immediately stopped what she was doing and turned her head to look over, and the guy lying on the ground also moved her eyes for the first time.

"Uh......" Nalan Twilight looked a little embarrassed as she spoke, "Am I...... Excuse me?"