Late at night.

"Damn! I didn't bring a rope today!" A shadow cursed in a low voice. Wan Yan crawled on the cliff, grabbed a vine, and jumped.

Yesterday, she was in her perfume room, pondering a new type of spice, which took 9981 non-toxic flower stamens, Jiazi day and material, Bingzi day grinding, Wuzi day and combination, Gengzi day incense, and Renzi day envelope cellar, until the first day of the first month of the next year, before it can be opened.

This incense, her name is "Qun Fang Piao", and she is ready to pay tribute to the old man of the family, that is, her grandfather, on his 70th birthday. After a month, eighty kinds of stamens have been formed, and the last one, her only target today———— Wumei.

The shape of the fog plum is like the name, the distant view is like the fog, the near appreciation is like smoke, the plum is only the same size, it is a rare thing, it is extremely rare.

"Girl, this fog plum only turns into a shape when the moonlight is at its peak, grows on the cliff, and when there are no flowers, it is the same as the general flowers and trees...... Yan girl, grandpa won't stop you, but..."

"Grandpa, Yan'er will get the stamen! Gotta go!"

"Girl, don't embarrass yourself, let it go when it's time to stop, grandpa doesn't want that, girl, grandpa just wants you to be healthy and happy..."

Grandfather...... The highest authority in the clan, but only she loves her, this favor, only she has, the side line, the common line, and even the lineage of the family, the old man of the family is only taking care of her, therefore, Wan Yan secretly suffered a lot of anger.

The shadows of the trees are swaying, the clouds are clever, a few wisps of light smoke are fading, and the ice wheel-like Su'e is spitting silver light, and the blue sky and earth are transparent!

"When the moon rises, there is a tangible ......" Wan Yan clenched the vines, calmed down, and her legs tensed.

Forceful ————

Landing ————

The dissolved moonlight dyed a bleak white, like snow and frost.

The branches are coiled upward, the rotten wood is difficult to break, and there is a little floating white mist hidden in the dense green leaves, sighing:

Clear water out of hibiscus, natural carving.

Wan Yan narrowed her eyes, took out the cold ice tweezers she was carrying, and quietly walked to the plum tree, quickly taking the stamens.

The wind blows, it is as cool as water, the flowers reflect the moon, and people want to be immortal.

"———— go quickly...... Go ......" Wan Yan's hand paused, her ears suddenly felt warm, and when she turned around, the night was so dark that it seemed to drip ink, and there was no one.

“...... Xiao Yan, go..."The wind is getting more and more urgent, the clouds cover the moon, the fog plum turns into shadows, Wan Yan draws out a dagger, stares at the night of the ink group, the fragrance comes and goes.

Uninhabited.

A masked man in black quickly raised his hand, and between the wind and sand, there was a hidden weapon.

"Are you able to keep it right?" "Second Miss, rest assured, this soul refining needle has refined the personal things of the person designated to be killed, and if you restrain its internal force, you will take this person's life!"

The heart whispered that ———— Wan's first-class martial arts can only be learned by the lineage of the clan and personal bodyguards.

"Hmm......" was cold, a cold arrow came, Wan Yan was defenseless, hit the back of the heart, and sobbed in pain.

"She won't be able to run this time!" "Okay, very good, Miss Ben will be rewarded when she goes back! Hmph, fight with me! Wan Yan, you are too self-conscious!"

A burst of thrust hit, Wan Yan struggled to throw the dagger into the distance, "......sizzling" blood vomited from her mouth, and the fishy sweet smell spread.

The thrust was too great, Wan Yan stepped back, one step, two steps, three steps......

One more step,

It's a cliff.

"Ahh 』

"Bang!" "Squeak————" Wan Yan stretched out her hand and tried to resist, but found that she was bound by her internal force.

Slip into the abyss?

That's it for a lifetime?

At the last moment, Wan Yan raised her eyes and saw a shadow standing proudly.

Yes, Wanqing, the second daughter of the clan, is fifteen years old. A strong contender for the heir.

Grandfather...... What to do? Mother...... What to do?

......

......

Falling, falling...

......

In the ice and snow forest, different peaches and plums are mixed with fragrant dust; suddenly a night of fragrance hair, scattered as a thousand miles of spring.

Heavenly reincarnation, all things have a destiny.

you

Not damn it yet.

The moon is out again.

The fog plum blossoms, life is nothing more than that.