A red dress inlaid with silver double-layer silk edges spreads out, and the rays of sunlight shining through the cracks in the forest reflect each other with the silver silk edges, dazzling and brilliant.

Poetry is like a painting, hands hold fragrant cheeks, eyes are like a crescent moon like a clear spring, bright and crystalline, thin and streaming, long and long.

The pursed lips smiled silly for a while, and the eyes narrowed into a slit, as if thinking of something for a while, a little resentment and a little provocation, the cat's eyes were coquettish and angry, pouting cheeks, and looking extremely cute.

The two maids really can't figure out why the master looks so strange today, standing in the distance and not daring to get too close, and it is definitely a picturesque adage that the living should not get close.

At this time, the crunch sound of feet stepping on the fallen leaves in the forest, the ears moved, the picturesque eyes looked forward, and in the gap between the forests, a bewitching and charming figure came, and a bright yellow silk grosgrain rose in the wind.

Poetry squinted, her face lost the naïve attitude just now, and a pair of cold eyes quietly stared at the second lady who appeared in front of her and stroked her eyebrows, saying that it was strange that the second lady did not go out for three consecutive days, eating, drinking and Lazar were all in the palace, if she didn't show up again, maybe something would come out of the house.

A pair of yellow embroidered shoes stood in front of Shiru's picture, stroking Ru's eyebrows and looking up at her beautiful face, and opening her lips in a coquettish voice:

"Picturesque sister, it's so lonely to be alone."

Poetic and boring glanced at her, then lowered her eyes, looking at the pair of yellow embroidered shoes, Fu Rumei's feet are very small, only the size of a palm, small and exquisite, and then look at her feet, it seems to be much bigger than hers, secretly glance at the feet of the two maids, it seems to be similar to their own, how to stroke Ru Mei's feet Why are they so small?

Shiruxiang tilted her head, I really can't figure it out!

Fu Rumei looked at her appearance, and felt a little disdain in her heart, what a dull and stupid woman, who was locked up and scolded by the cane 100, how could there be such a stupid mute woman in this world, obviously she was wronged, but she couldn't get justice for herself at all, what strength did she have to live.

secretly despised each other in his heart, with a kind smile on his face, and a frank face as if he was a good sister, he sat beside Shiru.

"Hey, sister Ruhua, sister is so upset."

Shiruhua looked at her sideways, and couldn't find what was upset about her.

"Sister Picturesque, don't you know that the end of the month is the birthday of the city lord? When the time comes, there will be many distinguished guests who will come to congratulate you on your birthday. Fu Ru Mei looked surprised, as if she didn't know how miserable it was for the city lord to celebrate his birthday.

Shiruhua raised his eyebrows, his heart jumped a little, did the words of his birthday mean that he would come back, thinking of being able to see him, his little face blushed slightly, and he quickly lowered his head to hide his embarrassment.

"Sister Ruhua, what gift are you going to give on your birthday?" Her shame all fell into Fu Ru's eyebrows, and she was a little mocking in her heart, she looked good-looking, but unfortunately, she was dumb, how much good a dumb person could be.

Gift?? Poetic gaze, a little stunned!

"Sister Ruhua, you shouldn't have thought about what gift to give, hey, too, you didn't understand these when you first came, and you don't know what the city lord likes, it's hard for you." Furu frowned and sighed.

At this time, Xiu'er, who was standing in the distance and watching, hurriedly stepped forward, bowed respectfully, and said with sincere fear:

"Second lady, the master is new and doesn't know the details, and I ask the second lady to give the master one or two."

The poetic eyes fell on Fu Rumei, and she also looked at her expectantly.

"Sister Ruhua, it's not that my sister won't help you, my sister really doesn't know what the city lord likes and what is missing, hey, you better think about it yourself." Get up and walk forward as your eyes sweep to Xi'er.

Xi'er understood, followed closely behind Fu Rumei, and whispered to Mo'er.

"Mo'er, do you remember that the city lord had a mount more than ten years ago, why has it disappeared all these years."

"It seems that I died in that war more than ten years ago, hey, how can we care so much as slaves." Mo Er chuckled, and the two followed closely behind Fu Ru Mei and slowly left.

Poetry is picturesque, not to mention that they did not deliberately lower their voices when they spoke, and when they entered their ears, Shiruhua's mind instantly lit up.

Lack of mounts?? She didn't care much about what He Liyu usually rode in and out, she wanted to ask Ye Xiu but didn't know where he was, after thinking about it, she seemed to have a decision in her heart, so she got up suddenly and walked in the direction of her wing.

Xiu'er and Yun'er looked at each other, a little shocked in their hearts, could it be that the master really wanted to catch demon beasts for the city lord.

The night is dark and windy, and even though it is summer, the cool breeze is also a little cold!

A half-bright moon hung high in the sky, glowing with a cold and cold light!

A red figure crosses the night sky, streaks into the distance, and disappears into the sky!

In the Plum Garden Dormitory, Fu Rumei stood by the window, quietly staring at the figure that disappeared into the sky, and a sneer appeared on his lips!

"Chu Ci. Far Travel": "Still feather people in Danqiuxi, leaving the immortal hometown. "Naturalist. Property": "On Yuanqiu Mountain, there are immortal trees, and eating them is longevity; There is a red spring, and it is not old to drink. ”

The quicksand and the immortal mountain of the hill are the immortal mountains of the mountain!!

The immortal mountain shrouded in the half-moon light, exuding bursts of gloomy and cold aura, black mist swirling, wisps of wisps shuttling through the forest, abrupt cliffs, rugged rocks, mountain cliffs, miasma overwhelming.

Rao is poetic and picturesque, and hurried overnight, and only arrived at the immortal mountain when the sun rose, which is also Yuanqiu Mountain.

Last time, He Liyun brought her here, but she didn't remember the route clearly, and she didn't know where the hot spring was that night.

Standing on the edge of the cliff, the wind gusted, the red robe of the ice silkworm snow silk rose in the wind, and the long hair fluttered with the cold wind.

His eyes looked at the valley of black mist, boundless, stretching past one by one, disappearing at the end of the sky.

In the valley, the mist is clear, the miasma rolls, the mountains are stacked, and occasionally, birds swoop through the sky, but they are stunned by the miasma that rolls like clouds on the valley and falls into the valley without a trace.

Poetic and picturesque gasp, such a domineering miasma, inhaled into the lungs will definitely die!

She doesn't know if there are demon beasts in other places, but there must be demon beasts at the bottom of this immortal valley, as if there is such a record in her distant memory, specifically, she can't remember, it's just that when the maid Xi'er mentioned the mount, there seemed to be some vague things in her mind, and she couldn't catch it if she wanted to.

Standing on the edge of the cliff and waiting, the miasma will finally dissipate.

At noon, the moment the sun rises in the middle of the sky, the miasma of the mountains slowly moves away from the middle, a little bit like a drifting cloud, revealing the bottom of the immortal valley, a crisp turquoise, black mist, occasionally, you can see kiwi birds flying by, poetic and picturesque, hurriedly jump, swooping down to the bottom of the valley, and in an instant, the miasma closes at a very slow speed!

The poetry is picturesque and converges its figure, quietly falling on a branch and leaf, looking down, the ground is also a layer of black fog, ethereal and vain.

In the valley, you can see a verdant green, lush branches and leaves, and flowers in the forest, with a strange fragrance.

The poetry falls to the ground, a small stream flows slowly under the feet, the river water is clear and clear, the hand is cold, look up, the ancient trees are also different colors, some trees actually have green leaves, purple trunks, and some actually bear yellow fruits, the fruit fragrance is attractive, and a burst of aroma lingers in the air.

The flowers are also beautiful and bloody, red like blood, large pieces of rose petals tightly wrapped around the buds, its leaves are actually brown, looking up, a piece of red, the flowers and branches are spreading, it is very beautiful and charming.

Hidden in the black fog and miasma, the scenery is extremely beautiful, making people forget to return.

Walking forward step by step, sometimes she will see a large cliff wall, the cliff wall is engraved with a font she does not recognize, and there are some corpses scattered around, and the wind blows together, the corpses are weathered, and they become ashes scattered in the air and swoop down, becoming the nourishment of those flowers and trees.

A bird landed by the stream, this bird was very strange, it had only one wing, a cockscomb on its head, a long tail mopping the ground, colorful like a peacock's tail, three claws, the tips of the claws were very long and sharp.

The poetry is picturesque and alert, and the beastly aura like a wolf on his body rises suddenly, and the fierceness in his eyes reappears.

The bird's eyes glowed green, and it stared at the picturesque picture, and tilted its head, looking at her like a dove, and one wing waved, rolling up a great current, and in an instant, the wings became wide and boundless, whirring and agitated, floating in the air.

Shiruhua was surprised, such a bird is rare, quickly retracted the animalistic aura on his body, and his eyes became softer, not wanting to start a war with such a strange bird as soon as he entered the valley bottom.

She came just to subdue a demon beast and give it to He Liyu as a birthday gift!

Seeing that her breath softened, the bird slowly became smaller and smaller, and finally landed on the side of the stream, stretched out its sharp beak, and began to suck the water.

The picturesque quietly took a breath, did not dare to disturb the birds, and walked forward.

I don't know how long I walked, I sat on a rock, waved my water sleeves to drive away the stuffiness in the valley, sighed, and looked at the boundless immortal mountains and forests, picturesque and helpless.

It's been a long time since she didn't meet half a demon beast, it's really strange, could it be that she miscalculated, there are no demon beasts in this immortal mountain.

Shiruhua jumped off the rock, just put down the water sleeve, Huo Di heard a sound of Suosuo behind him, hurriedly turned his head to look, an overwhelming big mouth bit her, Shiruhua was shocked, rolled sideways, the big mouth bit the air, uncontrollably writhing branches and leaves and pounced on Shirutu.

It's a big man-eating flower, a hundred feet high, as thick as a human head, and its whole body is green and hidden in the mountains and green grass.

Shiruhua was frightened into a cold sweat, and hurriedly turned over and rolled, her big mouth open to the bottomless pit with a strange black mist, swallowing clouds and spitting out mist and rushing towards her.

The poetry is picturesque and angry, the fierce light reappears, bent down and pounced on the flower stalk of the man-eating flower, sharp nails crossed, red blood bubbled out on the flower stalk, the man-eating flower let out a sharp wail, twisted the flower stalk, and the huge flower mouth bit the poetry one by one.

Dragged the flower mouth with both hands, a burst of black mist sprayed towards her, held her breath, twisted her hands hard, the flower stalk as thick as a human head was instantly twisted and crooked to the side, the black mist sprayed out from the side of the face, the poetry was picturesque and panting, the body turned over, riding on the flower stalk, punching and smashing to the flower mouth, the wailing continued, the petals fell off, and wisps of blood flowed out along the gap in the petals, red blood and green flowers set off each other, especially weird and dazzling.

The man-eating flower was smashed and twisted and shrunk, wisps of smoke came out, and finally, it shrunk into a small flower more than a foot high, which was gray and withered, and its color gradually dimmed.

The picturesque long breath, climbing the rock, full of horror.

Got up, staggered forward again, and a figure quietly appeared, hiding in the white mang, unable to see the appearance, but through the white mang's eyes glowed with a chilling blue light.

A gazebo is hidden in the green mountains and green waters, surrounded by green trees, a fruit with the size of marbles hangs in the gazebo, the dark red fruit shines a little starlight, the gazebo is antique vicissitudes, exudes a long and long atmosphere.

Shiruxiang is really a little tired, seeing that there are seats in the pavilion, look around, there is no kind of man-eating flower hidden in the green just now, rest assured to walk into the pavilion, eyes staring at the dark red fruit without blinking, unconsciously swallowing and spitting, the throat is a little dry, itchy, a little thirsty, I don't know if the fruit in front of me can be eaten.

Crystal clear red fruits, sparkling with a little star, the ultimate temptation of picturesque appetite and craving.

Poetry and painting hesitated, raised his eyebrows, and looked at the big tree with long fruits, towering ancient trees, the breath is strong, the trees are green, the leaves are like palms, layer upon layer, transparent jade, delicate and gorgeous, and it is very good-looking.

The fruit of such a tree should not be poisonous, the poetry secretly guessed.

Not far from the pavilion, behind the mountain stone, the figure hidden in the white light was motionless, and the strange blue eyes became brighter and more frightened when they saw the dark red fruit in the pavilion.

The dark red fruit melts in the mouth, the smell is clear and sweet and sour, as soon as it enters the heart, suddenly, the clear and sweet and sour feeling travels along the veins, the color of exhaustion gradually disappears, the spirit is uplifted, the poetry is picturesque and smiles, and one is picked and put into the mouth, licking the tip of the tongue, the mouth is full of sour and sweet feeling, like strawberries and not like, very delicious.

Gradually, the six fruits fell into the stomach and could no longer be eaten, the burps were full of sour fragrance, the poetry was picturesque, hehe smirked for a while, and directly picked all the remaining five fruits, wrapped them in palm-sized leaves, and stuffed them into the sachet hanging on his waist in an airtight manner, and gave them to He Liyu after he went back.

After eating the fruit, he had the strength on his body, and then he walked forward, and began to enter the depths of the immortal mountain, the branches and leaves gradually became scarce, and the breath became colder and colder, and the slightly cold air was pressing, and the further he went, there were more and more corpses of all kinds, and there were people and animals, and they were piled up everywhere.

The grass that is more than one person tall is hidden behind the rocks of various colors, and the rocks inside are also very strange, and if you look closely, it seems to be placed in various postures, all of which are strange and rugged, exuding a deep eerie atmosphere.

A gust of wind blew, the fishy smell mixed in the crisp was extremely heavy, Shiruhua's heart was slightly awe-inspiring, his eyes were shining, his eyes were shining, his eyes were squinting forward, he was misty, he was surrounded by black fog and couldn't see the situation ahead, Shiruhua carefully raised his feet, stepped over the boulder with a sharp cold light, there were edges and corners, rubbed his skin, and brought up a piece of blood, Shiruhua frowned, glanced at the boulder as sharp as a blade, his heart was alert, and he just wanted to wipe off the blood groove on his arm, suddenly, there was a roar ahead, earth-shattering, the whole valley was shaking, in the forest, it seemed to be silent, But in an instant, the birds flew together, the black mist became more and more intense, a burst of fragrance wafted in the air, twitched the tip of his nose, and smelled his bleeding arm picturesquely, a little frightened, when did his blood become fragrant.

The fragrance of the blood floated faintly in the air, drifting forward at a very fast speed, and a big black shadow stood on the boulder on all fours and raised its head and roared.

The poetry wiped away the fragrant bloodstains, the ruthless light appeared in the eyes, the five fingers were bent, and the defensive measures were prepared.

The black shadow standing on the boulder is very high, at least more than three meters high, it belongs to the giant monster, and then take a closer look, the poetry is full of shock, the monster beast has two heads, the head is like a pig's head, sharing a body, is standing on the boulder and staring condescendingly at the human who suddenly appeared here.

Poetry and picturesque understanding of this kind of demon beast, is the only remaining in the ancient period of a little wisdom of the 'Ping Peng', born with two heads, the will everywhere relative is their shortcoming, but when the two heads look at each other to deal with the enemy, but can be one enemy three, do not fall behind.

Appearing here must be attracted by her sweet blood, Shiruxiang is a little frightened, her eyes are fierce, you can come to one and a few, I don't know what strange monsters will appear, and it is the best policy to leave.

Ping Peng seemed to have little patience, raised his head and roared a few times, then kicked back, shook his two heads, swallowed clouds and spit mist in his mouth, and flew in, bringing a strong fishy wind, hitting his nose and mouth, which was disgusting.

Shiruhua flew up, his feet were forced, and the stone in his hand was thrown to the left head, and the loud "bang" sound was like a rumbling sound on the top of the mountain, and the head snorted, angry, and pulled the head to turn around, but the other head rushed forward, pulling on both sides, but it was convenient for Shiruxiang.

Taking advantage of this gap, she swept through the air, flew up the tree, stepped on the treetops, and galloped away into the distance with her strength.

The reaction of the screen roared again and again, as if angry with his head to hit the boulder, the boulder was torn apart, 'boom' shattered, shooting in all directions, the figure hidden behind the mountain flashed, the long sleeves fluttered, and the gravel that shot quickly turned into debris and scattered in the air.

"A stupid pig." The figure hidden in the white light whispered coldly.

Ping Peng was furious, staring at the big scarlet eyes, revealing sharp fangs, black mist from his mouth, his limbs bent suddenly, and his entire tall body pounced on the figure in the air.

The figure flashed, the white mangs were great, shooting in all directions, and the figure instantly turned into a demon beast, covering half of the sky with wings that waved overwhelmingly, and the screen suddenly rolled in the air, and the two heads snorted and screamed.

The demon beast wrapped in white mangs couldn't see clearly, only the wings that covered half of the sky arrogantly exuded a powerful aura, causing the screen to fall to the ground and lie on the ground, the two heads were terrified, the eyes were terrified, the limbs trembled, and there was no ferocity at the feet of this demon beast.

The monster beast waved its wings, ignoring the canopy, and chased in the direction of the picturesque departure!!