It was only a matter of a moment to fall, and it was only a matter of a moment to sweep away the bushes that covered the sky.

When Mu Yanran brushed away the lush bushes, even she was shocked by the scene in front of her.

It is a garden of extreme beauty, with blooming flowers rushing to bloom and the dazzling light of the sun covering the entire land.

In the shadows, the intersection of flowers and sunlight glows with dazzling colors.

Birds leap among the flowers, butterflies flutter, and blooming flowers bloom like beautiful and shy girls.

That's withered, no, it's not.

Although they are exactly the same as the ones that they grow, they are far less bright than them.

Dry Yan is as dead and silent as its name, and Mo Xiang is as beautiful and charming as its name.

A large area of Mo incense grows luxuriantly, and as far as the eye can see, it is a sea of flowers, and whenever the breeze blows, those blooming flowers are like waves.

The layers of rolled petals obey the baptism of the breeze, and the rolled petals are like white waves in the sea, carried by the wind to the horizon and then gradually scattered.

The sea of flowers in front of you is formed by the beautiful and delicate Moxiang, and in this beautiful garden, there is nothing else except the lush Moxiang.

No matter how faint the fragrance is, when it grows so luxuriantly, it can gather into a burst of rich floral fragrance.

And the fragrance of Mo Xiang is enough to make the monks who have cultivated the most profound in the immortal cultivation world indulge in it.

"Why are the two of us all fine? And this thing. "Kicked the fairy grass at his feet. Mo Kongjing said with a very puzzled look.

When she was surrounded by a sea of Moxiang flowers, her consciousness was much clearer than ever.

The beautiful sea of flowers can certainly make many people indulge in it, but after seeing the more beautiful and unforgettable scenery. Will she still indulge in it?

The answer, of course, is no, so far in her life, she will not forget the sea of love flowers in the secret realm of the secret court.

I have been indulging in it for hundreds of years, and when I am really awake, I will find that the most beautiful, rich, and charming things are the deadliest poisons.

"We seem to have drunk too much dry Yan tea just now." Thoughtfully holding his own kettle. Mu Yanran tilted her little head slightly, and her expression was rare cuteness.

Oh, and the two of them weren't drinking tea just now. It is to pour tea.

And withered Yan, just to solve Moxiang, right?

It was really a mistake.

Thoughtfully stroking his chin, this is Mo Kong's camera once wondering if he was transferred?

Otherwise, how could the luck be so good along the way!

"Dry Yan to Mo Xiang. The mutual growth and restraint between all things is really wonderful. But how is this guy okay? Impatiently kicked the fairy spirit grass at his feet, from the beginning, Mo Kongjing's feeling about it was not as amazing as other women, such a superfluous little thing for her, except for the burden.

"Ah Jing, you don't want to look like this, it's very cute." Feeling helpless, Mu Yanran bent down and held the fairy spirit grass that was only a foot tall in her arms, but this time she accidentally found that among the three green leaves, it was hidden in a very secret place. There are two small dark dots.

Curiously, she reached out and touched the two small black dots, but just as her slender hand was about to touch it. The fairy grass suddenly waved its two green leaves very excitedly, while its other green leaf was trying to cover its two black spots.

"Oh, it turns out that these two black dots are your eyes, don't worry, I won't hurt you." Suddenly realized, she happily held the fairy spirit grass in her arms, and her cheeks couldn't help rubbing the green young leaves of the fairy spirit grass.

It was very incomprehensible for Mu Yanran's favorite appearance, Mo Kongjing had never been too lazy to delve into these things that he was not interested in, so he just glanced at the crooked person and grass, and then looked away indifferently.

It's just that she doesn't take the initiative to find trouble, but it doesn't mean that Mu Yanran will let her go.

When Mu Yanran and the fairy spirit grass were tired enough, she suddenly thought of a very serious question.

That is, there is a name about the fairy spirit grass, since it is already in hand, and it is also ready to be raised, so how can it be without its own name?

Although fairy grass is rare, it doesn't mean that it is the only one!

How can the flowers and plants they want to raise not have their own names!

"Ah Jing~ You are the best at naming, help it pick one." With her watery eyes wide open, Mu Yanran's sincere appearance directly frightened Mo Kongjing.

She is still very good at rejection.

But for refusing Yanran, she doesn't seem to be able to learn it in this life.

Those pitiful eyes with expectations and solicitations are hateful, but they can't be ruthless!

The person who looked away first in the eye was a compromise, and she could never refuse those eyes, so she could only cramp at the corner of her mouth: "Then just call it a grass insect, anyway, its life is as fragile as an insect, I can crush it with a slap." ”

Looking at the delicate branches and leaves with disdain, even the green root system is very slender, and the fairy grass is really not a trace of aggression, it looks no different from the wild grass on the side of the road.

"Why is it so tenacious, no matter what, let's take a nice name" pouted in frustration, Mu Yanran's tone was very sincere, and when anyone looked at those expectant eyes, he couldn't bear to refuse.

Well, you win.

Isn't it just relying on your good looks! Do you have any expressions that are breathtaking?

Mo Kongjing, who had an unbearable headache, held her forehead with one hand, and after compromising with black lines on her face, she said coldly: "Then call it a straw bag, it's no different anyway." ”

"Huh?" Mu Yanran, who was dumbfounded, didn't react for a moment.

"It's either a grass worm or a straw bale, the choice is yours!"

Under the storm, she suddenly threw the choice into Mu Yanran's hands.

Mu Yanran, who couldn't cry or laugh, could only choose a slightly better one in a dilemma, to be honest, whenever Ah Jing showed an impatient look, she really didn't dare to push people too hard.

In case of anger, such a cute little guy is really thrown off by her as a burden.

"Well, it's still called a straw bag, and if the grass insect is a grass insect, hasn't even the species changed?"

The cute fairy spirit grass has not yet figured out the situation at this moment, and without knowing it, it has since borne the name of its own life - straw bag!

Although it didn't know that it was named by its owner like this, it still knew about the current situation, and it was still ignorant about the current situation.

The first article of the Lingzhi Codex is to take the initiative to get close to the master!

So, the cute straw bales swayed their branches and leaves, jumped out of Mu Yanran's arms, and went straight to Mo Kongjing's arms!

(To be continued.) )