Although this rhino horn mountain is not prosperous, it is also picturesque.

In spring, there are mountain flowers, in summer, cicadas singing, in autumn the red leaves are like fire, and in winter, the snow is like the most beautiful ceiling flowers.

Spring goes to autumn, time flies.

In a blink of an eye, Rhino Horn Mountain Hongyanmen, Jin Shanlai and Ye Tian have been staying together for four years.

"Yang Ling, Yang Ling, what are you doing!"

Jin Shanlai was carrying a food box, knowing that this person must be on this huge wisteria tree house, so he raised his head and shouted loudly.

The sun is setting in the west, and the top of the mountain is dark.

He had just finished his homework, and this young master had already been hiding in this tree house for a long time.

"Ah, come up!" The voice is soothing and very good.

It was only dusk, but it seemed as if there was a moonlight pouring down, and with this person's voice, it was entwined among the wisteria flowers.

One after another, this petal evoked the memories of Kim Sun-rae.

Four years ago, in the fairyland of the Neon Immortal Palace, he was also blinded by this windy and moon-like voice, and because of the falling petals on his head.

Although time flies, it makes Jin Shanlai understand.

Some things, even if time turns, even if the vicissitudes of life, are not so easy to erase and change.

It's like yesterday.

Jin Shanlai, who was obviously seventeen years old, thought that as long as many things were washed away with the long river of time, the original illusion would slowly dissolve.

He was stunned.

A long silhouette poked out of the tree house slightly, and the long green silk hung down, covering half of the man's face.

At a glance, it is like a fairy shadow in the clouds on the top of this mountain, not in a hurry, nor like Jin Shanlai's face is full of stinky sweat, dyed with the smell of fireworks from running around and toiling.

Jin Shanlai greeted the dazzling sunset afterglow and looked at the young master who had already broken through the cocoon and turned into a butterfly, although the day and night were opposite, eating and living together in Hongyanmen.

But when you look up, you can't help but be confused, and fall under the peerless elegance of the people in the painting who have grown into the sky.

Hey, Ye Tian doesn't see it every day, what is he amazed at!

said that he would be extra sober when he grew up, and Kim Sun-rae, who had corrected his trajectory, was very cramped and frustrated.

Even if you look at it every day, such a celestial posture is indeed full of lethality.

The ease he expected did not come to the young master's clarity.

Twenty-one-year-old Kim Shanlai still looked at the figure and appearance of the flowers on the tree and looked in a trance.

Sensing that there was a playfulness in Ye Tian's eyes, he suddenly withdrew his gaze and shook his head.

"Don't go up, I'm sensitive to this vine."

Kim Sun-rae explained.

He was really allergic to this wisteria tree, and he sneezed again and again as soon as he went up.

Moreover...... Jin Shanlai thought that the night before yesterday, he was moved by Ye Tianhao's words, and as he secretly went to this tree house to watch the stars at night, he made a joke, which made him even more cramped.

The top is very small, and the young master is now full of weight and has the true inheritance of Ye Xuanming.

Very high, very high.

He still has room on it himself, and if he Jin Shanlai squeezes it again, it will be very embarrassing.

The old face is facing the sunset, and it can't be seen when it is red.

He's a fool who won't be coaxed into the tree house anymore, he just gave the young master some delicious food to his mother.

My mother was too old to see them every once in a while, so she asked an acquaintance in the town to bring them along the way.

"Oh! Then you follow me! ”

"What?!" Jin Shanlai exclaimed in surprise when he heard this, Ye Tian came here again?!

Raising his eyes as if facing a great enemy, sure enough, the Teng tree fell from its branches, and the small purple petals flew in the wind, this seventeen-year-old young master Ye Tian was still like a heavenly man, with a slight smile, and pounced on him without any scruples!

The clothes are raised, and they seem to be familiar, but everything is different.

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