Dressed in cotton clothes, clean and clean, with a faint fragrance, it looks like new clothes! This guy is pretty good, where did he get such a fitting new clothes? Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Get up, turn around on the ground, express quite satisfied, the white tiger seems to also sense the mood of the butterfly, and jump up and down with her, and after a while the room is full of its claw marks, the white tiger is large, either hit the desk, or knocked down the inkstone, and then stepped on the bed with ink, you can imagine how wonderful Feng's face will be later.

The water butterfly grabbed the ears of the white tiger and told it not to make trouble anymore, and after a while of mixing with one person and one tiger, he became bold, and he simply regarded it as a big white cat in his heart, and he was really docile in front of him.

"Do you think the two of us are going to run away first, will he be angry when he comes in later, it should be terrible, right?" Butterfly lay on top of it, ravaging the white velvet head, sighing that it felt so good, and whispered.

The big white tiger glanced at her, lying on the ground, holding Butterfly's trouser leg in his mouth and motioning for her to go up. Wow~~ It's one thing to play, it's another thing to ride a tiger. Back then, I also learned to ride a horse for a while in order to soak customers, but after all, there was still a saddle and reins.

tremblingly lying up, grabbing the hair on the neck of the white tiger, trembling nervously, I was really afraid that it would throw itself down with a bounce.

The big white tiger shook its body to check whether the butterfly was sitting firmly, and then rushed out of the door like a gust of wind, a big jump, and the fence of this yard was simply pediatric in its eyes. When Feng reacted, he angrily scolded it for having no conscience.

When I returned to the house, I saw paw prints all over the ground, even on the bed, and the blue cotton sheets were trampled on with mud flowers and ink flowers everywhere, which was no less than the scene of the car accident. For a person who has both Virgo potential and cleanliness, this is simply an unforgivable sin and absolutely intolerable.

An angry roar came from the air: "Da Bai, water butterflies, don't let me catch you." "The white tiger stumbled under his feet, and the butterfly was full of excitement, but fortunately he ran fast. The people in the village are also discussing what these two little guys have done to make Kaede, who has not been angry for hundreds of years, lose his temper so much.

"Big white? So your name is Dabai? Butterfly now let go of her boldness, and the more she rides, the more steady she becomes, and then she begins to talk to herself.

Da Bai nodded, and wondered in his heart, the master didn't know me anymore, it was obviously the master's breath, but the size had become much smaller.

"Dabai, where are you taking me?" Running all the way, through the mountains and mountains, I have to sigh that Dabai's posture is really steady, not bumpy at all, and now I can even be distracted to enjoy the surrounding scenery.

It's like a primeval jungle, with few bushes and towering thousand-year-old trees. The branches of the trees were intertwined, and the flourishing branches and leaves stretched out were like turquoise clouds, covering the sky tightly, and only a sparse little colorful light could penetrate in.

When I was wondering where Dabai was going to take him, a large sea of flowers appeared in front of him, so big, so far away, and the delicate flowers were swaying in the breeze, exuding an intoxicating fragrance. Flocks of butterflies flutter in the middle of the sea of flowers, a thin layer of scales on their wings flashing with colorful light, and a pair of small eyes look in all directions, but for a moment they are intoxicated by the sweet nectar.

When Die'er was smacking her tongue for this sea of flowers, the white tiger had already walked into the middle of the sea of flowers with her, and Da Bai motioned for Die'er to come down. Wow~~~~ Good clear water, about 100 meters long, 50 meters wide an irregular pond appeared in front of you, reminiscent of Liu Zongyuan's "Little Stone Pond Story" that paragraph: The fish in the pool can have a hundred heads, all of which are like empty swimming and nowhere to go. The sun is clear, and the shadow cloth stone is immovable; He is far away, and his back and forth are fleeting. It seems to be fun with tourists.

Die'er, who was squatting on the edge of the pool and dragging the text, was thinking about whether the water could be drunk, poofed, and was pushed directly into the water, without any preparation, choking on a big mouthful of water, and was about to return to his hair, Dabai pounced directly. The newly emerging butterfly was pressed down again, and it was difficult to drink this water!

Fortunately, the water is very sweet, and Butterfly has been scared last night, and even began to worry about whether this water should not be drunk casually, right? Once bitten by a snake, it really makes sense to be afraid of the well rope for ten years. At this time, Die'er remembered, should she check whether there are any sequelae in her body? Lifting her arms and legs in the water, except that she was lighter than before, she didn't feel any uncomfortable, Die'er muttered in her heart.

One accidentally, the water butterfly was thrown by the white tiger again, it was expressing its dissatisfaction with its actions, and the owner was distracted again.

"It's been a long time, you guy and I came here to play with you and help you take a bath?" Butterfly kneading the dough with its head in the water as she said viciously.

Woo woo woo ~ ~ Didn't the owner love to come here with Dabai to play in the water before? It's been a long time since I've helped Dabai take a bath, don't you want Dabai to be white? The arrogant big guy is really unbearable, and the water butterfly can't resist it, so she promised to wash it well, so she stopped all kinds of rolling in the water.

Where is this tiger, it is clearly a coquettish white cat, and the butterfly is slandering. Dabai's perception is particularly strong, smelling a trace of emotion and starting to make awkward, raising his paws on the surface of the water to slap all kinds of times, splashing in all directions, fish fleeing everywhere, outside the pool is a chaotic flower gradually charming eyes, if there is a good painter, it will be a beautiful oil painting.

The sun rose higher and higher, the big white tiger lay among the flowers, the little girl half lay beside the tiger, and the butterflies of all colors next to her regarded them as flowers, and their hair, forehead, and body were dotted everywhere. Die'er also felt strange, isn't this what Concubine Xiang can only do? Could it be that I also have a strange fragrance on my body, I raised my arm and smelled it, and sure enough, a faint body fragrance emanated from my body. At this time, Die'er realized that she seemed to have neglected something, and there was no bracelet on her arm.

The current self is just in another space, and this space should have been created when Yuhe was alive. As for the reason, it is still a mystery, but Yuhe's dedication to this space is obvious to all, and it can be seen from the manuscript she recorded that it took more than twelve points of effort.

But the most urgent thing for the water butterfly to do now is not to study why this space was created, but to get out of here. I don't know what it's like outside, and if my family finds out that I've been unconscious, I'm going to have to be in a hurry.

The clothes on his body were almost dry, and he combed his hair, naturally draped it over his shoulders, climbed on the tiger's back, and told it to go back to the village. But Da Bai obviously resisted, ignored her commands, and began to run wildly again, this time it was obviously bumpy compared to when it came, is it angry? Butterfly was scared and even had a cranky mind.

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