Chapter 4 Grafting
"Sister, what are you doing, let me out!"
Hua Rou Wu smiled resentfully, and leaned against the door: "Yes, unless you marry the Li Mansion for me." With that, he turned around and left.
It is not advisable to stay here for a long time, and the father and mother who are busy socializing have not noticed the strangeness in the backyard for the time being, in case of a while, who kills her back and arrests her back, why don't you peel her skin!
The flower fat mist didn't dare to think about it anymore, and looked at the gate, and his brain was running fast: the wall here is high, it is not easy to climb over the wall, and the gate and back door are guarded, and it is difficult to fly.
It's all to blame for this wedding dress, the bride escaped, except for the blind, who can't see it?
"The Li Mansion has arrivedβ"
Damn, so fast!
Her chest was tight, and she wanted to hide quickly.
There are only a few places in sight, a firewood pile, a well, a vegetable cellar, and a half-circle of begonia flower beds......
The mist stomped his feet in a hurry, hating to turn into an inconspicuous mushroom, crouching in the corner, chanting the invisibility incantation of "can't see me, can't see me".
Alas, it's also a sin to be too beautiful!
Seeing that the kissing team was about to come in, she rolled her eyes, looked back, and across the door, it was her younger brother who kept knocking and screaming, and she thought about it...... I had to gamble!
The flower fat mist opened the small copper lock, and the younger brother watched the door suddenly open, with a shocked face, and hurriedly reached out to grab her. She flashed flexibly, her steps were like swallows, and half of her body was like grazing his shoulders!
At the same time, the right palm was aimed at the back of his head, and a slash was slashed.
The younger brother's hand was grasping her skirt, but unfortunately he couldn't do it, his body was already stagnant, his eyes were white, like a branched vine, and he fell into a muffled coma.
It's dangerous!
Without waiting for a moment's action, Hua Rou Mist hurriedly took care of things, took off his brother's clothes, and exchanged them with his own blood-red wedding dress.
But he couldn't escape by changing clothes, and besides, he fainted to the ground, and he couldn't marry her.
So, she dragged her brother to a corner and crawled face down.
Then, two herbal teas were poured out of the table and splashed on him.
The wedding dress revealed damp water traces, and on the ground, the half-bright and half-obscure water was also chaotic. At first glance, it looks like someone hitting a wall, and his head is bleeding and his clothes are wet.
She wanted to play a game of grafting.
After finishing his work, the flower fat mist lowered his voice and shouted at the door: "It's not good! Something's wrong! The bride hits the wall! β
"What? The bride committed suicide again?! β
"The Li Mansion knows about this, and it will definitely involve us!"
"Damn, if it weren't for Lao Tzu's still a little use in her, I would have to kill her! If she dies today, she will not be allowed to be buried in the ancestral grave! β
"Let's go, let's go explore first!"
A group of people rushed in as if they were bustling, squeezing the palm-sized backyard with water.
With their distractions in the air, the flower fat mist covered their faces with their sleeves covered, and tiptoed out along the flow of people.
Until the door, no one found out that she was the real bride!
The flower butter mist dusted his eyes and saw Li Bridegroom riding on a tall horse.
Oh my God, this man is also the age of the sixtieth year, old and long-looking, bearded and triangular eyebrows, salivating at the corners of his mouth, and yawning impatiently.
The red hydrangea satin on his chest reflected that face, which was really greasy.
It's ugly!
No wonder the owner of this body would rather die than obey!
The flower butter mist was disgusted in his heart, refused to take another look, and left as fast as a fly. Along the alley, almost all the way to the trot, the surroundings became quieter and quieter, so quiet that the sound of the heartbeat was about to come out.
She slowly stopped, walked step by step, and began to think about where to go.
The identity has been changed, and you must re-cultivate the immortals in order to see the sun and take revenge!
At the roadside tea stall, the flower fat mist leaned over and asked the old woman who was making tea: "May I ask if this is the country of snow and embers?" β
The old woman was amiable, and when she saw her in the dust, she handed over a bowl of herbal tea: "Snow Ember Country? The little brother is a foreigner, right? Let's call it Yin Country here, this place is Pingying City, and the Snow Ember Country is in the north, 108,000 miles away from here! β
The hand holding the tea froze for a moment, and his scalp was numb.
"Hirakura Castle, what kind of place is it?"
"Ping Ying is a city next to the capital of the Yin Kingdom, originally, Emperor Yin wanted to set Ping Ying as the capital, who knows, when passing by the Qianyue Canyon, he actually found the remains of the dragon bone, which is a treasure realm that immortal cultivators can't seek, and Qianyue City has become the capital!"
Pour a big sip of tea, and the brain is messed up.
Yin country, Ping Sakura, Chizuki ......
What are the keel ruins? Who is Emperor Yin?
When she was in the Snow Ember Country, she had never paid attention to other cities, and in her impression, the Yin Country was the smallest country in the Nine Continents Continent, with lofty mountains and mountains, and compared to the endless rich plains of Snow Ember, it was not worth mentioning at all, and she knew very little about it.
The old woman looked at her in a daze and patted her: "Little brother, do you have tea money?" β
The flower fat mist was stunned for a moment, touched the pocket of his clothes, dropped a copper coin, and left.
A head poked out from the old woman's side.
"Mother, who is that person?"
"One...... People from other countries. β
"Outsiders dare to come to Yinguo? I don't know what to die. β