She stared, and saw a moment of panic in his star-like pupils. I don't know if she was too nervous and had auditory hallucinations, and heard an unprecedented and powerful gasp behind her.

She had never been so close to anyone she had ever touched, and she seemed to feel his deep, warm snort like the waves of the sea. It fell on her in bursts, and she didn't know what to do. She desperately lifted the leaf to push him away, and the heavy head seemed to be glued to his face.

This appearance was like she stalking him, and in addition to the surprise that had just disappeared in a flash, he sat on the high platform, calmly, and did not care about her wilting yellow leaves picking up and turning on his face, and he was stunned to ravage a handsome face and even avoided the flowers and plants around him, and couldn't bear to look directly.

She felt more and more that she couldn't breathe, and she didn't know if she was ashamed and angry, and her internal organs were burning.

Eventually, she fainted.

He looked at the declining buds, and was quite amused: "I can't even bear this bit of immortal energy, do you still want to survive in this ghost world with this little cultivation?" As he said this, his bony hand clamped the flower stem, raised his eyes and looked around thoughtfully.

When I woke up again, there was a thunderclap in the distance.

The moist and spacious soil under her feet finally gave her a place to stretch out her curled branches, as light as a swallow and tall branches. She looked around as if in a dream, and she had been transplanted into a gilded and blue porcelain basin and placed upright on a wooden shelf.

She turned her eyes again, and saw not far below her where she was struggling to survive, where the dirt had been renovated, and the drizzle was in the air, and the vast rain weaving that fell down blocked the eyes of all the people with resentment and hatred.

Fang Cai offended the Lord herself, and she was extremely lucky not to be completely crushed into flower fertilizer, and this gilded flower pot was not a valuable place for her to be qualified to plant. She still remembers that this is a high position for the floating flowers to compete for, and those who can be selected to be transplanted here are all rare varieties that can be called elegant and indescribably expensive. Like them, who can be seen everywhere, they have also been coquettishly scolded and delusional, and she thinks in a daze, this should also be regarded as a delusional reality?

She didn't know why this good fortune had befallen her.

At the beginning of the shower, the sky was clear, and a figure faintly appeared in the misty white fog in the distance.

She held her breath and fell to the ground pretending to be dead.

Extremely nervous, listening to him pacing unhurriedly, he should have taken out a shovel and stood next to the trellis to loosen the soil, from left to right pole in order, ups and downs, not even half a minute of rhythm. She silently thought in her heart that she couldn't see me, and at last, the footsteps stopped beside her.

She shuddered.

I waited for a long time, but there was no movement around me. Even the insects didn't know when they stopped, only the wind breathed, shaking the rustling of the leaves of the moonset trees that stood not far away.

She straightened up for some reason.

As soon as he raised his eyes, his handsome face, which was magnified several times, appeared in front of him.

She was scared

As soon as you pull it, you will uproot yourself and run away. He grabbed her quickly, pinched her in his hand and teased, "Why don't you continue to pretend?"

Lifting a stone to shoot herself in the foot, I'm afraid it's her.

She gave up the struggle as if she was resigned, although she didn't have a long consciousness, but she also heard a lot of things between the flowers and plants that talked all day long, there were many categories transplanted from the outside world to the ghost clan along the canyon, the world they knew was wider and far than here, and every species living in the wilderness could talk about it for a short time, and the most they said was the Lord.

The Lord is the god who came out of this ghost clan, and because he was born at the right time and chaos with the ghost clan, he was given the name Xuanyi. When he was born, the sky fell in a different color, and the divine light filled the sky, and in the chaotic times of the Six Realms, he was also destined to open up the world with his own strength. Therefore, he was regarded as the prince of the ghost clan, and the foreign flowers and plants were full of praise for Xuanyi's chic posture, and the elderly were sure that Xuanyi would definitely have his own deeds.

Since they all said so, then as a despicable person who ravaged the face of the future lord of the ghost clan, who had no qualification, who was afraid to become a wisp of ghost under his hands?

Leaving life and death behind, she is not afraid of anything.

Xuan Yi saw that she was finally willing to face herself, and put her back in the soil and buried her: "Stay here obediently, don't uproot it at will."

She didn't expect Xuan Yi to let her go so easily, and she was stunned for a while: "Won't you throw me away?"

"Why should I throw you away?" Xuanyi put down the flower shovel and brought some spring water to water her. She was nervous and absorbed some nectar, and plucked up the courage to say what she had always cared about: "Because...... I'm long, not good enough......"

"Not good enough?" Xuan Yi poked her bud with her finger: "You mean I didn't take good care of you?"

She was anxious and hurriedly waved her hand: "No, no...... That was not what I meant! As he spoke, he keenly caught a hint of a smile flashing in his eyes, and suddenly became more anxious: "Why are you playing with me?" Isn't it interesting to see me in a hurry? ”

To her surprise, Xuan Yi actually nodded: "Interesting." At the end, he added: "It's been a long time since I've seen such a stupid person, and I just happened to be a little bored lately."

was so sincere that she didn't even hide the big truth, so that she almost had to hold on to her waist to barely stand.

She has gone through a hundred battles in the ridicule and ridicule of flowers and plants, and oil and salt do not enter. Practice a mind that is as broad as the sea and accommodates hundreds of rivers. What is that? What is it?!

She held her head high and smiled like a flower.

Xuan Yi stared at her with a bright smile for a moment, poured some water on her, and whispered in pity: "It seems that the mental development is not yet complete. It needs to be cultivated with more heart. ”

“……”

To know people with emotion and reason, Xuanyi This stone has been cold and warm in the world for a long time, and it has been baptized by war, not a thousand but eight hundred, I am afraid that I have long forgotten what is the way of life. This kindness was unblessed, and she decided that in order not to be angry to death, this heavenly mission and my mission must be fulfilled as best as I can.

She started in Xuanyi

The moment of cultivating flowers and plants every day tries to strike up a conversation with him.

"Lord, look at the gorse magnolia in the southeast corner, I heard that it is a rare treasure refined by heaven and earth, and it is a grievance to be thrown by you in the corner, or I will do it as a favor, and you will exchange it with me? So that you won't bury the treasure in your heart! ”

"Oh, Lord, look over there, yes, it's at your feet, you almost stepped on someone's house just now! Look at the people scared, the buds are wilted! You have to go to this aura gathering flower pot to recover immediately! I'll be generous and let this place go back to the seniors to recover ......."

"Lord, you see that I haven't recovered after so many days, I guess I was born cheap, and I can't stand it when I change to a precious place, and I make up for it too much, and my back hurts, so please move me back again......"

The soldiers came to block the water and cover the soil, and Xuan Yi didn't even frown at her daily pleas and bombardments, still pruning flowers and branches, diverting water to irrigate, loosening the soil regularly, and occasionally catching insects. It's just that when she shouts that her mouth is dry, she will water her again. There is a posture where you can talk about it, and the breeze blows on the hills.

(End of chapter)