Chapter 145 Garden Horror, Dream Man

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Where did the one-eyed anchovy come from, some people know that it was fished out of a small river called gypsum water in the grassland next to the flower house, and where did the water in the gypsum water come from?

Xia He knew that it was water flowing from a small forest in the north, and Xiao Ren also knew that there was a lawn full of wild flowers at the source of the river, and there were many flowers in the lawn, and they were very fragrant. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

Of course, it won't be more fragrant than the flowers in the garden, but it will live longer than the flowers in the garden, because the little wildflowers on the lawn should still be alive, if they hadn't been eaten by the mischievous and greedy foals.

However, there were no more flowers in the flowerbeds of the flower family, only red flowers, red like fire, red like blood, and the flowerbeds that had bloomed of various colors that year were only left with such colors.

Xiao Lian looked at the direction of the flower garden, she thought of those flowers, of course, she could not avoid thinking of a person, that person took her past those flowers, and it was also that person who saw a flower rain for him.

Where is that person now? Did he escape this catastrophe? Xiao Lian was a little longing, a little worried, she told herself that she couldn't miss, she couldn't worry, and she couldn't even think of that person anymore.

But is it true that people are like this, the more they force themselves not to think about it, and the more people who shouldn't think about it, the more they think about it?

If that's the case, it's too pitiful.

In short, Xiao Lian thought of that person while thinking about her brother.

She didn't scream, just silently recited a person's name in her mind, not just that person's name to be exact.

To be more precise, every time Xiao Lian thinks about her brother five or six times, she will think of that person's name and say his name.

Is it possible to call the owner of the name if the name is not called?

Xiao Ren didn't know before, but now she knows, it turns out that she can call the owner of that name to her side without a name.

Because the person she had in mind was standing beside her.

He is still like that, with a gentle smile like jade, and always with the fragrance of flowers on his body, he is a man like flowers and jade.

There is always a mysterious power in his smile that makes people approach, like a seductive flower.

The body is still dressed in white fluttering, not stained with a little dust, coming from the sea of red flowers, the high platform has long been gone, only countless flowers, holding a tripod, and a straight path.

You can see broken petals on the path, and more importantly, you can see the dirt, and Xiao Ren is standing on the path, with a little bit of yellow and mud on the red embroidered shoes.

Only when the foot really steps on the dirt will it stick to the color of the dirt.

The person who came from the red flowers, stepped on those full and gorgeous red flowers, but did not have a red halo, may not really have stepped on those red flowers.

He stood not far away and stopped. Laughing.

She stood where she was, trying to step away. Surprised, he still didn't go to the man after all.

"Are you okay?"

They hadn't seen each other for a few hours, and the man asked.

Only lovers who have not been in love for a long time will ask such sensual words, and only lovers who have loved too deeply will ask the following questions.

"Why don't you come, I miss you so much. ”

It's like a spring breeze blowing, as if everything is recovering, as if the love flower that doesn't deceive people but only deceives feelings is blooming again, this time it blooms more enthusiastically, almost to light a fire, almost to light a fire in Xiao Pity's heart.

After all, Xiao Ren still didn't approach the man, because she finally saw something.

"Unfortunately, you're not him. He wouldn't say such a thing, he would never say such a sincere love word. ”

Xiao Lian's face showed a look that even she didn't know, if she knew, she would definitely put away that melancholy look immediately, and wouldn't let anyone see it, it was a look that even she wouldn't admit.

She only wished she could forget about him soon.

It's hard to be able to forget the person you want to forget.

So Xiao Lian didn't even look like she saw him, she turned her head away.

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"Guess what, where is that fish?" the poor sour scholar laughed again, still smiling with the victory in hand, but the poor sour scholar who laughed still had such a somewhat depressing momentum.

I don't know if it's because of that aura, or if Xia He thought of something again.

He broke out in a cold sweat.

Then he saw the man, the man who came from the sea of flowers without a single dizziness, and the little girl who turned her head.

That was naturally what the poor scholar deliberately let him see.

Xia He saw the appearance of the little girl at one glance, and the appearance of the man standing among the flowers at the next glance.

Appearance refers to what it really is.

That person is also a soul, just like a poor scholar, and even has some similarities with Xia He somewhere, but that soul is more like a defective product, not only does it not have the consciousness of the soul owner, but even the condensed body seems to be broken with a poke.

It was only for a moment that Xia He thought of where the fish was.

If you come from the safflower, you can naturally hide in the safflower.

Xia He's face finally dispersed a smile that made the poor scholar very disliked, and the brilliance in his eyes that made the poor scholar very disgusted.

Then Xia He looked back at the poor scholar. There was an extra fire in the eyes, a gray flame.

The gray flame could not ignite the indifference in the eyes of the poor scholar.

"You want to die?"

The poor scholar is a natural emperor, so it doesn't seem abrupt to ask such a question, even if there is no matching power, that sentence is also very powerful.

Xia He didn't seem to see the power in those words, because he also had a power in him, a power that could destroy a lot of people, including himself.

Xia He was still answering the words of the poor scholar, but he didn't take it for granted, only indifference.

"I'm long dead. ”

"You'll die sooner. ”

"If it weren't for that, I would only have lived ten days. ”

"You're not afraid of disappearing?"

"I'm afraid, I'm scared. ”

This is the truth, because Xia He is seriously answering the poor scholar's question.

"Unfortunately, you're still a little slower. Maybe you can go faster?"

The last sentence is not an interrogative sentence, just a rhetorical question, and the rhetorical question represents mockery.

It was Xia He who was mocking.

Endless flames suddenly appeared on Xia He's body, gray flames. Flames spreading from the eyes.

Still, he was one step slower, perhaps not just one step, but many.

He saw it.

A blooming flower with fire on it and a fish in the flower.

And that flower just appeared there.

Separated Xiao Ren from the man.

Maybe there is also the life and death of Xiao Lian.

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