Chapter 750: Flower Miasma.

All the way, the sunshine in southern Xinjiang is already a little hot at noon, through the green leaves above the head sprinkled on the ground, I don't know how many years of thick accumulation of fallen leaves, feet on the soft and soft, with a slight smell of decay, in the sun transpiration, moisture-rich fallen leaves accumulation, there are bursts of white smoke.

Through the forest and through the mountains, it is now a good season in southern Xinjiang, all things are thriving, especially the mountain flowers, the mountains are full of blooming, and the clouds in the sky are gorgeous.

Walking through several wild rhododendron forests, even if the kung fu is high, the hair and shoulders are also stained with a few petals of azaleas, Xiling Lan gently brushed off the petals on her shoulders without care, looked at the rhododendrons in front of her as brilliant as the golden glow, and turned her head: "I didn't expect that there is such a good scenery in this southern Xinjiang, no wonder this rhododendron is also known as Yingshan Hong, and it is really as its name." ”

Yuan Xuan's whole person was stupid all of a sudden, Xiling's blue and pink face was full of red, his eyes were as clear as waves, and there were a few red petals on the green silk like a crow feather, and the whole person was like a fairy, and he was exquisite.

On weekdays, even if he is obsessed, he can quickly hide his emotions, at least his face is calm and waveless, but now, he feels that the unspeakable emotions that he buried deep in his heart in the past are about to move, trying to break through the ground.

Xiling Lan was a little embarrassed by Yuan Xuan's scorching eyes, and felt a little uneasy in her heart, and she couldn't help but have a blush on her face. It's just that somehow, although she feels that this is wrong, she faintly feels that it seems that she is also happy when she sees Yuan Xuan looking at herself like this.

This kind of ambiguity/ambiguity seems to transcend ordinary friendships? Yuan Xuan's gaze has become a little hotter recently......

But she is not rejected, it can be said that since she came to this world, her first friend is not anyone from the Xiling family, not even Chu Tianmu, it is Yuan Xuan!

The two didn't speak, just looked at each other silently, no matter how beautiful and dazzling Yingshanhong was, it seemed that no one on the other side could attract their attention.

I don't know how long it took, Yuan Xuan's originally soft expression changed suddenly, and his tone became hurried: "Hurry up." With these words, Yuan Xuanfei pounced, grabbed Xiling Lan's hand, and took a vertical leap to take her swiftly past the Yingshan red.

Xiling Lan also quickly woke up from the strange state just now, and with a sweep of his eyes, he saw that where he was standing just now, a very faint pink smoke rose up.

Yuan Xuan saw that Xiling Lan also saw it, and hurriedly explained: "Flower miasma." ”

The pink smoke dispersed quickly, not only where they had just been, but it seemed that in an instant, this pink smoke rose in all directions, spreading all over the mountains.

No matter how fast the two of them were, they couldn't leave this mountain safely and quickly.

Xiling Lan didn't know what this flower miasma meant, but seeing Yuan Xuan's expression, it must not be a good thing, Yuan Xuan saw this, and he who had always been calm showed a very anxious look.

The pink smoke was already somewhat stained on the two of them.

"Click!"

With two small cracks, cracks appeared in the protective shields on both of them!

Xiling Lan was shocked at this time, this protection of the Gangqi shield is generally a master-level master's full blow, and it will not cause a crack in the shield, and it is actually cracked by the flower miasma!

If this continues, the situation is not good!

At this moment, suddenly, the wings behind Yuan Xuan suddenly unfolded, fluttered twice, and rose from the ground and flew into the air. The homeopathic hand also changed to a hug and hugged Xiling Lan in his arms.