Hua Luo, who was only halfway away, suddenly slowed down, although he was eager to find out why this woman named Youlan also had the long-lost Flying Shadow Sword in the rivers and lakes, but he knew that now was not the time.

"Light Ling! Light Ling! You don't want to be fine! Don't be fine! While muttering in a low voice, Pang Ruolan, who was running briskly, had a thunderous heartbeat and a cold body.

"Haha, interesting! Change your position again! ”

"Come on, let's guess boxing, shall we? It's not the first time I've watched this entertainment, so how can it be so interesting? ”

"Hmm......"

"By the way, wait for the young lady! With your benefits, the inexhaustible treasures are still few! ”

The women's laughter and scolding were endless, mixed with the men's muffled snorts of pain and forbearance, and the faintly audible "whooshing" sounds.

Pang Ruolan, who had just approached the Snake Garden, smelled a pungent and rich smell of blood, and her heart sank suddenly, and her face turned pale. With her clenched fists and her body trembling uncontrollably, she didn't dare to take a step forward, because she didn't know what reality was about to be revealed.

Memories of Qingling's past kept flashing in his mind......

The first time I heard his voice was when I just came down the mountain, and he helped him to relieve the siege of the secluded city; The first time I saw him, under the peach blossom tree, leaning lightly on the branches, he was reaching out to catch the petals blown by the wind, elegant with indescribable sexiness, just like a prince standing in the courtyard lazily waiting for the princess after attending a luxurious banquet.

When I met him on the street, I couldn't help but inadvertently imprint the first kiss on my lips, the dark and deep eyes, the charming color, the thick eyebrows, and the high nose. The beautiful lip shape is all about nobility and elegance; The first time I met Qingyu, in the poem of the three-person fight, Qingling looked at himself and gently recited the poems of love, Wuling's eyes were bright and tender, and people couldn't help but fall into it.

After being disfigured by Chiri. I walked on the road with a lot of worries. Unexpectedly, he crashed into his arms again, and time seemed to overlap at that moment, reflecting his helpless and lost face. turned around and wanted to escape, but he was secretly happy to wear the clothes that Dou Shi won for him; Rubbing the precious face-healing potion in exchange for the silk handkerchief embroidered by Wang Ma in his hand, he raised his eyes and faced it. It was the charm and tenderness in his eyes.

On the way to the Netherworld, it was him. Gently comb the green silk that has been blown away by the wind for yourself; In the carriage, it was he who warmed his heart by feeding the mulberries in his mouth; In the moonlight, it was him. In order to see the self in love, I am willing to make a promise; When he was bullied by the men of the Bao'er Pavilion, it was him. Helped out and freed himself.

Qingling's room. On the table were prepared dishes and fruits prepared for him, and on the wall hung a poem that he casually chanted when he met him for the first time.

"Everyone has their own secrets, as long as the feeling of love is real, cherish the moment, as for the future, who can predict it, why worry too much?" "If a person really loves her, they won't mind." "The warmth of being close to the fire is its desire." "Sometimes, whether you get it or not depends on what everyone is pursuing, if the moth can feel the warm warmth of the fire at the moment it touches the fire, then it is not a worthy death."

I still remember that day, the afternoon sun, a different kind of brightness, the bright sunshine sprinkled on Qingling's body, as if he was clothed in a golden shirt. Looking at his gentle eyes, the corners of his lips slightly hooked, and his magnetic words echoing in his ears, I was deeply attracted.

Pang Ruolan's eyes were moist and full of tears, and between her eyebrows and heart, she was full of his figure and the past of the two.

"Haha, good! Qingling really lived up to the expectations of the prime minister and persevered the longest! The laughter of the prime minister in the snake garden was so harsh at the moment, Pang Ruolan almost fell to the ground, closed her eyes slightly, and she still walked in.

"Ghost ...... You, Lan ......" Seeing Pang Ruolan's figure, there was a trace of expression on Qingling's numb face, and she shouted her name with difficulty, but instead of asking for help, she motioned for her to leave with her eyes.

Pang Ruolan didn't seem to hear Qingling's words, but was shocked by everything in front of her, and looked around in disbelief. The snake garden in this Bao'er Pavilion is remote and cold, the garden is full of firelight, similar to the 21st century monkey mountain structure, but the monkeys are replaced by several times the snake, and the mountain rock is surrounded by several huge stone chairs, about ten meters high and two meters wide.

The stone chairs are covered with thick silk, layered on top of each other in a variety of colors. More than 10 young brothers in Bao'er Pavilion knelt next to the female guests reclining in each stone chair, waiting for the guests to enjoy fruits and dishes.

Surrounded by trees and rocks in the middle of the Monkey Mountain were several men bound in chains, their faces pale and painful expressions, suppressing the cries of pain in their mouths, and enduring the cold teeth of the snakes spitting red letters around them.

Among them, the man wears different colors of silk tied around his waist, or red, blue or green, and it seems that the color is chosen by the female guest, and the competition is to see which man can hold on to the end to win.

In the snake garden, the snakes surrounded several men, their cold fangs flashing with cold light, but when they looked closely, they were not sharp, but pointed and rounded, and it seemed that they had been polished by hand. The men's wrists and arms were artificially scratched by the knives, which attracted the snakes to suck the food, but the women laughed fiercely, as if the game was fun.

"Who are you? Are you qualified to come here? The corners of the woman's eyes and eyebrows implied a different style and charm, but at this moment, she was cold and unusually obliquely looking at Pang Ruolan who suddenly broke in.

"In Youlan, you are here, you are here to cheer for all the distinguished guests!" Pang Ruolan smiled coquettishly, and motioned for the guy to bring the zither in the flow of her eyes.

"What's so exciting with just fire and pain? It just so happens that Youlan knows how to play the zither, and it is enough to add to today's entertainment. Pang Ruolan saw that the prime minister pretended not to know herself, and guessed that today's guest was an important guest that Pang Ruo Dynasty was inconvenient to offend, so she had no impulse. She understands that it is difficult to rescue Qingling in this environment protected by layers of checkpoints by herself.

Looking around, there were only three people sitting on the stone chair, except for the prime minister and Zhuo Shang, and a woman in a yellow shirt was lying on the side in the middle.

She was dressed in a bright yellow Bixia Luo embroidered with a phoenix, a bright yellow smoke gauze skirt that dragged the floor, a soft veil with flowers in her hand, and a peony hairpin carved with gold and night pearls in her wind bun. The neckline of the dress is very low, revealing a plump curve, her face is like a hibiscus, her eyebrows are like willows, and her eyes are more charming than peach blossoms.

The bright red lips rose slightly, outlining a good-looking arc, and the beautiful woman was looking up and down at the same delicate Pang Ruolan at the moment.

"Hmph." Observing that the woman did not show displeasure on her face, the prime minister nodded, and the guys from Bao'er Pavilion brought the guzheng and handed it to Pang Ruolan.

"What's that called Youlan, are you standing on the periphery of the snake garden and playing? Isn't it boring? Zhuo Xiangjiao smiled, her eyebrows were crooked, her chin was pointed, and Yan Ruochaohua's face was full of disdain. (To be continued)