glanced at the huge Crystal Palace, the corners of his lips pursed slightly, and he turned his head to look at Sheng Wuwu: "Let's take the path, I always feel that there is nothing in that Crystal Palace." ”

It's her sixth sense, though it's just a guess.

"Okay." If that trail is nothing, you can turn back, it just takes time.

Mu Hanyue shrugged, didn't speak, and took the lead in walking towards the garden.

The air was filled with the strong smell of flowers, and the previous smell of blood was masked, so the two of them could only follow this path and observe the surrounding scenery by the way.

The further you go, the colder the temperature becomes, the colder it is, and the cold is biting, and it is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

The cold is constantly whirling, and the further you go, the colder it becomes.

The strength of both of them is not low, although they can't resist the huge pulling force, but this chill can be resisted.

The garden is large and surrounded by delicate flowers, which are in full bloom and fragrant, and it is refreshing.

Smelling this rich fragrance of flowers, Mu Hanyue frowned, stopped in her footsteps, turned her head to look at the flowers around her, and her eyebrows twisted slightly.

Familiar.

These flowers look somewhat familiar, as if they have been seen somewhere in a book.

He closed his eyes and quietly recalled, and then his eyes were slightly stunned, and a touch of puzzlement flashed in his eyes: "These flowers are all medicinal herbs, and they are still extremely rare, and they are all difficult to find." ”

But here it is full of flowers, more than one or two, and almost the whole garden is in bloom.

What are so many medicinal herbs here?

There was a trace of puzzlement in her heart, but no one answered for her.

"I don't know." Saint Wuwu shook his head and replied cleanly.

"There are many uses for medicinal herbs, and these are extremely rare varieties that work very well. If it is placed outside, it will inevitably cause a lot of sensation. Her eyes narrowed slightly, and Mu Hanyue carefully analyzed: "Then is it possible that the owner of this crystal palace needs these herbs." Or is he just a hobby? Or is he an alchemist? ”

There are so many reasons to be able to do so.

She rubbed her eyebrows with one hand, and her eyes echoed on the herbs everywhere, some of which she couldn't even tell the usefulness of.

She didn't have a deep understanding of alchemy, and although she had read the herbs in books, she hadn't read them all, let alone had a deep understanding.

Even refining medicine has only tried once, and then she has not refined.

Raising his eyes to look at the saint worry-free opposite, he raised his eyebrows: "Do you know these herbs?" ”

"I'm not an alchemist." Saint Wuwu shook his head again, his voice faint.

Mu Hanyue rolled her eyes: "Can you change your mood a little more, so that I will think that I am talking to you who has no feelings." ”

From beginning to end, it was so cold and dusty, elegant as a fairy, and there were no mood swings.

Along the way, I met many friends and people who really had good friends, and the patriarch was infected by them and changed.

"How do emotions change?" Sheng looked at her without understanding, her blue eyes were very pure and flawless, without a trace of impurities.

"Won't you laugh?" Mu Hanyue pouted.

Where did this freak come from.

Even if she is from modern times, she will laugh.

"Not happy, not excited, calm and indifferent, how can you laugh?" He rarely laughs, and I remember hardly laughing a few times.