Witch Country Chapter 118 Seven Colored Flowers

The warmth in her hands made An Qing feel very comfortable.

The little boy in front of him looked even more delicate than himself.

"I feel like you're better looking than I am, more like a little girl. An Qing stepped forward and carefully looked at Yin Mo's face, down to every hair, but it was also so exquisite, as if it was a pair of skillful hands delicately carved, the most natural boutique.

Rao himself couldn't help but sigh again and again.

How can there be such a delicate person in this world?

"Really?" the corners of Yin Mo's mouth rose slightly, and he said softly, "We, don't we continue to go?"

An Qing sighed in surprise and raised an eyebrow, "You can still talk." Why don't you talk all the time?"

Yin Mo narrowed his eyes and smiled, not answering An Qing's question.

An Qing didn't continue to ask, and looked around, the tall and thick trees were scattered everywhere, and the sunlight from the sky was also blocked by the lush branches and leaves, only revealing the large and small spots of different shapes.

From time to time the shrubs under the trees resounded the melody of the broken unknown insects, and the breeze rustled the branches and leaves, and it was full of the quiet atmosphere of the years.

An Qing raised her foot, stepped on a spot of light, and said to Yin Mo, "Do you remember where this is?"

"Remember, Fruit Mountain. Yin Mo said with a smile.

But An Qing gave him a blank look, and corrected him in a loud voice: "Where is what fruit mountain? Five... Wunian Mountain!"

"Wu Nian Mountain. ”

Yin Mo still said with such a faint smile on his face.

An Qing's face was dyed with a little flush, crossed her waist, and pretended to be a little angry and said, "Do you know why you don't know it?!"

Yin Mo smiled and didn't speak.

"Just smile and smile......"

An Qing muttered dissatisfiedly, although this porcelain doll is still quite good-looking when she laughs, but this always makes her feel like a monkey in front of him.

Shaking her head, ignoring the chaotic thoughts in her mind, An Qing looked around, looking for a suitable place. At last, seeing the different bright colors in the dense greenery, a look of joy appeared on his face, and he pointed to that side and shouted:

"Let's go pick those flowers and see who picks how good?"

Yin Mo looked in the direction of An Qing's finger, and then nodded.

"Okay, then I'll count three, and then in half an hour, I'll see who gets the most. An Qing said, looking ahead, her body bent slightly, like a sharp arrow that was about to break away from the arrow at any time.

"Three. ”

Yin Mo narrowed his eyes slightly, focusing his gaze on that touch of color.

"II. ”

An Qing prepared, slightly mobilizing her breath, this is the method that An He taught her before, which can better mobilize the qi in her body.

"One!"

It fell with a bang.

Two dark shadows rushed forward.

The speed is equal, like a sharp arrow leaving the arrow, and where it passes, there is also a gust of wind, which directly "pulls" down the branches and leaves that were originally slightly shaking, and falls to the ground one after another.

"Want to grab me?"

An Qing endured the strong wind current blowing on her face, and still maintained a fast speed to rush forward, spanning a distance of hundreds of meters in a short period of time, getting closer and closer to the bright colors revealed in the green.

While rushing forward, he didn't forget to pay attention to the movement of the "porcelain doll".

So fast.

An Qing was a little surprised, compared to the speed, she even had to faintly lose the "porcelain doll" a few points, the back that seemed not real under the extreme speed had already come to her, which was something she had never encountered.

Although I was surprised in my heart, my leg and foot movements did not decrease by half, and I didn't dare to slack off for half a point.

Constantly jumping forward on the branches, An Qing stepped on the branches, and with a little force, he jumped out of a few meters away, landed on another branch, and kept repeating the rapid passage through this forest full of towering trees.

That touch of color gradually became clear, An Qing looked at the back that had already surpassed her by several positions, and frowned slightly, "It seems that this first flower is going to fall into his hands." ”

But suddenly, the wind was howling, and An Qing looked, and that back disappeared from her field of vision.

"What's going on?"

Puzzled, An Qing continued to rush forward, and finally came to the "target", stepped on the dry bark with both feet to stabilize her body, and her arms swept away as quickly as a whip.

But on the bark of the tree, a piece suddenly bulged, and a small black shadow quickly rushed towards An Qing's arm.

However, as if she had expected it, An Qing immediately withdrew her outstretched arm, and the black shadow directly pounced into the air, rushing straight into the thick branch. An Qing reached forward again and picked off the bright flower in front of her.

"Luckily, there's only one small bug in this tree. ”

An Qing said with a smile, looking at a small hole in the top of the branch and said, this is exactly the place where the black shadow rushed into just now, it was already sunken at this time, and a trace of white mist continued to rise.

A bug with a slender body slowly crawled out of the small hole, shook the small head a few times, looked around, as if searching for the target, and then the little head looked straight at the flower in An Qing's hand.

An Qing looked at the cute appearance of the little insect in front of her, and deliberately put the flowers in front of her and shook them, showing off the "fruits of labor" she had just obtained.

"Hum—"

The little insect crawled out, its body looked like a locust, but it just wanted a slender neck like a praying mantis, and the wings behind it flapped up, and it flew up slowly, always looking closely at An Qing's hand.

The petals of the seven-colored flower are also dotted with special veins that shimmer with a slight light, which looks very peculiar, and the black and white stamens in the middle exude a charming fragrance, and even the surrounding air becomes fresh and sweet.

The little insect flew in the air, and then suddenly rushed towards An Qing at such a fast speed that there was still an afterimage of the small insect in the original place.

"Little bad bugs. ”

An Qing's movements were more agile, and she dodged the unfriendly impact with one side.

Putting the seven-colored flower in his hand to his nose and sniffing, An Qing squinted her eyes with some enjoyment, feeling the strange fragrance flowing into her body.