"No, just here."

Xia Li Mochen was afraid that as soon as he left, Jun Yang would come back and take the opportunity to take her away. He didn't want her to leave him, at least not yet.

"In the past few days, all the formations of the Forgotten Machine Pavilion have been activated, and Zhaoyue has been asked to take care of her, don't let her go out, if she must go out, make her unconscious, remember not to hurt her."

"Yes."

Who is she in the way of nature, he originally wanted to persuade him to go to Yao Lake, because Yao Lake is the best place for the master, but he knows that the master has his own considerations.

Oak Bai replied in a low voice, and then helped Xia Li Mochen to walk towards the main pavilion of the Forgetting Pavilion.

It was the room with the staircase, and he turned a few traps behind the staircase, and a passage slowly opened underground, and the staircase extended into the dark underground.

Oak Bai took out the night pearl in the dark compartment next to him, and helped him slowly walk down.

The Forgetting Pavilion is located in the middle of the lake, this passage leads to the bottom of the lake, and there is an ice chamber at the bottom of the lake, where the Gu poison attack in his body can be suppressed, so that his internal strength will be restored, and his body will not be so weak and incapacitated.

Three days were spent quickly in the sleep of the butterfly love heart.

When she woke up, she finally felt less groggy, and Die Lian wanted to try her internal strength, but found that she still couldn't use it, but fortunately there was no pain this time.

It seems that not all of what he said lied to her.

Die Lianxin straightened her clothes, and wanted to go out for a walk, and move her muscles and bones, after all, anyone who slept for three days would feel that his body was not his own, and he was very numb.

The scenery of this Wangji Pavilion is really good-looking, and there is a different taste from the angle. Butterfly Lianxin walked across the wooden bridge and looked down, there were pink peach blossom petals flowing down the murmuring stream, and then Butterfly Lianxin remembered that there was a bewitching peach blossom tree in the pavilion.

She has thought about the peach blossom many times, but the peach blossom is the baby of the stingy ghost, the root of life, can't move, but now there is nothing to do, this flower is about to fall a big tree of peach blossoms, and the scenery must be very beautiful, so the butterfly love heart will walk to the place of the peach blossom tree, and turn a few corners, walk through a few corridors, and see the scene under the peach blossom can't help but stop, and his eyes are full of amazement.

The breeze blows, the pink peach blossom petals are slowly falling from the branches, like a rain of petals, and a white figure under the tree stands with his hands in his hands, looking at the beautiful peach blossom tree.

The light rain is double delphinium, left behind and independent.

The figure was dressed in a crescent-white robe, with half-tied black hair, and a long posture, standing under the rain of flowers, petals falling all over his body.

The figure sensed that there was someone behind him, and slowly turned to look at her, and saw the delicate facial features with a pair of eyes as bright as eyes, a high nose, and thin lips with a color like cherry blossoms.

In a trance, I don't know where the peach blossom fairy came from?

She remembered a poem written by a talented man in Huaxia.

Peach blossom nunnery in Taohuawu, peach blossom fairy under peach blossom nunnery;

The peach blossom fairy planted peach trees and picked peach blossoms for wine money.

When you wake up, you only sit in front of the flowers, and when you are drunk, you come to sleep with the flowers;

Half-awake and half-drunk, day after day, flowers fall and bloom year after year.

I hope that the old man will die in the wine room, and he will not bow in front of the carriage and horse.

She seems to see the peach blossom fairy now, and she used to yearn for the life in this poem, free and wanton.

It's just that when Die Lianxin came back to her senses, she knew that this person was destined not to be free and wanton, his identity, what he wanted, was destined to be completely different from what she wanted.