The clouds are flying, standing in the simple and quiet room of the flower festival, looking at the red sun in the sky, quite a little comfortable.

"The sunset is infinitely good!"

[Host, don't you think it's better to drink tea and watch the beautiful scenery?] 】

- I often wonder what the hell are you, not only can you be intimidating, but also have a little temper.

[People are wise, okay. Hillbilly, no knowledge!

It may also be a good choice to revel in such a world with clean air and beautiful environment.

After eating and drinking, she found an inn, leaning against the window, she was too lazy to move, and every cell was happy.

[Host, didn't Hell Qianrou let you protect the Zero Domain Sect? You're really not going back. What happens if you don't go back?]

- Are you not full or dripping? Do you think the father of the prison Qianrou family eats dry rice? Hell Autumn Shadow can establish such a large sect by herself, and her ability and means are certain. What do you think can happen, if it weren't for the stupidity of the original owner, who always asked Prison Qiuying to help the male protagonist, you thought that Murong Ling would be able to sit on the throne. Although he is the male lead, his brothers are not fools.

[......] seems to make a lot of sense, so what does a dog host do?

- If you let Prison Qiuying and Murong Ling stand on the opposite side, Murong Ling will not die or be disabled.

Male lead? Scold! There are no male protagonists and female protagonists in this world, but some people are a little more lucky, and the blind cat meets a dead mouse.

If it weren't for Prison Qianrou, Prison Qiuying would be at the mercy of Murong Ling?! To put it nicely, it is natural for the father-in-law to help his son-in-law, but to put it bluntly, it is just coercion and temptation, and Murong Ling just choked the lifeblood of Prison Qiuying.

Tiger poison does not eat children!

It's a pity! She can't afford a father like Xiang Qiuying.

Envy? Possibly!

The dazzling sunset, hiding in the mountains, and the night has fallen, and the light ink-like night is really tempting.

The ancients did not have any entertainment, and at the beginning of the night, they rested early. Silent and dreamy, the flower festival is still standing by the window, the night wraps her up, and at this moment it seems to be looming, she seems to have been born to dance with the night, which makes people feel mysterious and dangerous.

In the world where demons are dancing, she is out of place.

In the early morning, the mystery is misty, hazy and mysterious.

The flower festival that simply cleaned up left the capital that countless people yearn for, why did she leave in the morning, it should be too noisy at noon, she was so quiet, not that she couldn't adapt to the noisy capital, but simply didn't like it.

After leaving the capital, the flower festival chose to take a remote path, with few pedestrians, lush trees, and a gentle breeze, which was extremely cool.

[Host, you're planning to go on a tour. 】

- Yes! Or what do you think? You see this place is lush, vibrant, and there are natural water resources, and you look at the river, it's crystal clear, and the mineral water is so good that I decided to stay here for a few days.

[You didn't drink it, you know so much that it tastes better than mineral water? 】

- Who am I, and I have to drink it to find out?! Who do you look down on?

【......】Okay! Lao Tzu can't say you.

[Then you have to find a place to live first, right?] Even if you're good, you don't want to lie on a tree! 】

- Why not?!

[What if it rains?] 】

- Isn't that not down?

【......】Whatever you want, it's not me who gets caught in the rain anyway.

- Usually there is a cave or something in such a lush forest, and even if there is none, I will make a hole in the ground for it.

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