At this moment, she was holding her head in one hand, lying on top of the flowers on the other side, and countless flowers on the other side were swaying under her.

More beautiful.

It's a rare beauty in the world.

The little girl next to her was even more cute, but she couldn't sleep, so she had to shake her head and be drowsy.

Suddenly, the little girl opened her eyes suddenly, and shouted in her mouth, "Miss host......

Grandma's voice was soft and cute, like a lulby, not like it was trying to wake up the woman.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and the woman got up slightly, and thousands of flowers on the other side fluttered with the wind, like ocean waves.

I only heard the woman's low voice, still a little hazy, as if she hadn't woken up yet, "Is that him?" ”

"Mmmm," the garlic-seed-tall child nodded like a wave drum.

Another gust of wind blew.

A fresh fragrance spreads to the mouth and nose.

The beautiful woman had come to him and asked, "Your name is Anxie?" ”

He was stunned, except for Xiao'er, no one was so close to him, as if he was breathing between his noses.

But he nodded quickly.

Soon, Tan Sang stepped back a few meters and fanned lazily.

At this time, he found that there was a bewitching peony flower in the center of the lace-edged black fan, which was half-open and half-closed, which was the most sultry.

It's really similar to this master!

The little girl looked at Tan Sang and desperately gestured with her eyes.

Tan Sang said belatedly, "Do you have any unfulfilled wishes?" ”

"I am the lord of the Yellow Spring, and I can help you achieve it."

An unfulfilled wish.

His eyes were deep, as if he had entered a memory.

Except for that flaming red robe, there was no one in this world who touched his heart.

He raised the corners of his lips with a hint of bitterness, "The slave has a wish, can you insert an Aomei for my sweetheart and ask her if she still remembers the slave?" ”

Heart...... Can be returned...... Slaves?

Tan Sang nodded, it was time to come down.

The little girl turned her head and walked back, but she heard.

"I'll make your wish come true, and you'll have to pay the price."

Tan Sang's white porcelain little face was cold and arrogant, but those good-looking peach blossom eyes betrayed him.

It's really looking at Anxie's money bag.

Miss, what are you doing? We're collecting stories, not asking for money!

Tan Sang ignored her admonitions.

Suddenly, the corners of his lips hooked, and he glanced at the little girl with compassion.

The look in his eyes seemed to say, "If you say anything else, I'll throw you in hell and use the flowers as fertilizer!" ”

The little girl pursed her lips and turned away awkwardly, blocking out all sounds from the outside world, as if she hadn't heard them.

"I can't hear, I can't hear ......"

The man in white opened the money bag, but there was only one copper coin.

He smiled reluctantly and took out a close-fitting jade pendant, "The slave is a cheap person, and this thing is the most precious thing for the slave, and now I will give it to the girl." ”

The jade is moist and thorough, and there is a trace of warmth in the palm of the hand, which is a good jade.

An Xie put down the jade, smiled faintly, arched his hand, and said goodbye.

The figure is getting farther and farther away, to a bit of fairy wind bones.

Tan Sang turned around and saw the lonely back of the little girl.

She clenched the jade pendant in her hand, and there was a smile between her eyebrows.

"Mumu ~ It's time to do the task ~"

The little girl turned and looked at her, her eyes widened, and her clear eyes were full of accusations.

"Obviously you're here to find an informant, how can you collect the informant's ......?"

Informant, that's what this main god system calls for the person who wants to collect clues to the story.

Seeing that people are angry, the little girl doesn't even want to say the word money.

Tan Sang put the warm jade into his sleeve, "Money is such a thing, the more the better." ”

The little girl twisted away.

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Heaven and earth shook.

During the Great Calendar Year, when it was spring and Jingming, there were occasionally a few butterflies flying from among the flowers, through the windows, and flying indoors.

As if to disturb the silence of the room.

In the palace that is not a magnificent dormitory, light smoke rises from the incense burner of the Rui Brain Golden Beast.

On the antique bed, the red curtain has delicate and intricate patterns.

The wind blew gently, vaguely outlining the graceful woman inside.

"Miss host, please accept the memories of this body."

Tan Sang's soft fingers gently covered her temples, she rubbed them, and slowly opened her eyes.