Sang Zhu can be said to have a very good temper, completely ignoring what Qing Ya said just now that he wanted to eat himself, and asked Qing Ya seriously, "What flowers are you looking for?" ”

"A flower in a dry desert."

"Are you sure? So what does it look like? ”

"Well, I don't know, I haven't seen it, anyway, as long as it's a flower that grows in the dry desert." She remembered that Ah Niang said this, and she didn't know exactly what it was like and where.

Seeing that the little girl looked serious, Sang Zhu also helped her think about it. He believed that what the girl said was true, because this was the dry Ermis Desert, commonly known as the Ermigobi.

She must have come here to look for the flower, well, I didn't see any karma in her. It should be regarded as a good demon at present, Sang Zhu silently found a reason for himself to help Qingya.

The two began to look for it slowly in the dry, scorched, black and hot Emigo Desert......

As the sun set, the setting sun slowly lengthened the figures of the two. One after the other, because the person behind always seemed to like to step on the shadow of the person in front of her, especially if she stepped on the round head, it would make her happy.

Sometimes she would turn into a snake tail and slap the shadow of the person in front of her, and then her silver bell-like laughter would provoke the little monk in front of her to laugh at the corners of her mouth.

Maybe even Sang Zhu himself didn't notice it, listening to the banshee's laughter, his eyes rose with tenderness that he had never seen before.

He only thought that the banshee's laughter was very good, and he could hear the kite in his heart flying.

The kite flies and flies, and with her laughter it crosses day and night.

The higher it flies, the farther it spreads, until it reaches the ears of the little monk's master.

No one thought that the laughter would stop abruptly one day, just because Mulberry's master came.

Master Ba Lan - a monk who has attained the Tao is the emperor of the Dan Dynasty!

The magic is all over the world, except for Ba Lan himself, no one knows how many demons and monsters died under his hands, and the world only knows that Ba Lan Buddhism is profound, and the magic is strong.

It was a rainy day, and Qingya used witchcraft to conjure a green umbrella, which was supported by Sang Zhu.

The two walked side by side, sometimes whispering and sometimes smiling. From time to time, count the sound of rain and listen to the joy of the raindrops falling on the umbrella. Even if it is a silent gaze, it is full of warmth.

That's the warmth that can't be stopped by rain, that's the warmth that can't be resisted by wet shoes and socks, and that's the warmth of the heart and the heart.

They have been searching for a month, almost every corner of the Emmigo Desert. However, they found nothing, and although the two were disappointed in their hearts, there was another feeling in their hearts.

It's a feeling that no one can tell, but I just want to continue looking for it, I want to be together forever, looking for it.

She wanted to look with him, and he wanted to accompany her to find it.

That's all.

It would be nice to freeze the picture here, but unfortunately there is no if.

"Demons! He even charmed the apprentice, and he didn't die quickly! A loud shout came from the air.

Split the green umbrella, split the green yarn.

"Apprentice, I haven't seen it clearly!" The old monk with white hair was dressed in a red robe and volleyed into the air.

The old monk said a sentence that followed the law, and directly broke through Qing Ya's transformation technique. Directly transformed into a green snake with a green body, its crystal eyes shot a cold light, staring at Ba Lan.

The smell of incense on Ba Lan's body is not comparable to that of Sang Zhu's little novice, but at this time, Qing Ya is not only disgusted with the breath on his body, but also hateful.

She hated the aura of an enlightened monk.