Chapter Eighty-Three: Leaping Fish in Flowers

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It seems that after seeing the filth of the world, I can't bear or don't like it, and the bright and beautiful flower gathers its beauty and restricts its brilliance. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

With the closing of the fingers and the closing of the petals, the somewhat bewitching flower has faded in its attractiveness. And the people who were addicted to that flower seemed to have just come to their senses.

It's just that the performance of the three of them is a little different, the first to relieve themselves is the Yin Huai who has the shortest cultivation time and the most shallow strength, and can hardly even be regarded as a cultivator.

Despite this, Yin Huai still didn't look at the flower that seemed to be very breathtaking now, but just glanced at the owner of the flower family who was holding the bouquet and Xiao Pian who didn't seem to be intoxicated, surprised by the former's pale face, and surprised by the latter's clear gaze.

The master of the Hua family noticed Yin Huai's gaze and returned with the same friendly gaze, as if he didn't care about his weakness.

In the face of the friendliness of the owner of the flower family, Yin Huai still didn't say anything, just pulled his eyes on the red carving, as if it was the most beautiful thing in the world.

Then there is the awakening of the second person, and even the awakening is a little reluctant, but the second awakening is the young master of the Hua family who loves flowers and cherishes flowers, and it is hard to imagine what kind of power will wake up the person who cherishes flowers the most in the flower family from the flower shadow that can be regarded as a fatal temptation for him.

The young master of the Hua family who woke up still looked as gentle as jade, as if nothing had happened just now, but after all, something still happened, and the young master of the Hua family no longer looked at the flower, whether he dared or didn't want to.

The young master of the Hua family didn't look at Yin Huai, but while responding to Xiao Pian's undisguised concern, he glanced at the flowerless grassland a few times, and there seemed to be some unusual meaning in his eyes, some longing, some expectation.

The last one to wake up was Xia He, he should have woken up first, because his own strength was the most powerful in the field, and he only appreciated the flowers, far less loyal than the young master of the Hua family to the flowers, and even inferior to Yin Huai to the flowers, at least he had some interest in carving flowers, plus for some reasons, he was a little wary of the blooming flower from the beginning.

It's just that the more vigilant he is, the deeper he falls, so that the young master of the Hua family and Yin Huai have both woken up one after another, and he is still in the stimulation brought by that flower, and he is reluctant to wake up.

The flowers in the hands of the owner of the flower family are still so charming, swaying in the wind.

Xia He seemed to have an extra red flower in his eyes, a delicate, petite, beautiful, swaying red flower.

The reflection in his eyes seemed to grow one such flower from his soul as well.

It's just that no one saw such a vision, even Xiao Pian, who had been worried about him, had flowers blooming in his hands and had been staring at Xia He in his eyes.

However, Yin Huai inadvertently glanced at Xia He, as if he had noticed something.

Somewhere on Yin Huai's chest, a gray glow flashed.

Almost at the same time, the same brilliance flashed in Xia He's eyes.

Gray itself is not a striking brilliance, black itself is the color of the eyeball, and gray is even more inconspicuous under the cover of black.

But the inconspicuous are sometimes truly terrifying, such as the inconspicuous red flower in Xia He's eyes, such as the gray light that flashed in his eyes.

The gray was like a gust of wind, blowing through Xia He's eyes.

The wind blew the willow, and the red flower was also blown away by the gray wind.

It's almost a matter of a moment, the flower blooms for a moment, and the flower fails for a moment.

The flower in the eye lost its shape, was blown into a blur, and the blur finally disappeared.

With the red flower disappearing, Xia He's eyes became a little clearer.

The self-confidence of the past occupied his gaze again, and the intoxication and confusion brought by the flower disappeared in an instant.

Xia He had a strange power in his chest, Xia He, who had been a cultivator, felt very familiar, it was clearly the purest power he had cultivated when he was practicing, although that kind of power seemed to be a bit chicken for Xia He now.

However, Xia He still rolled up a burst of ghost cultivation power to wrap that pure power.

The difficulty in between may not seem difficult, but it is actually extremely difficult. Xia He also needed to close his eyes and carefully command his ghost cultivation power.

The owner of the flower family didn't know that Xia He did this, but he definitely knew the pure power brought by that red flower.

The owner of the Hua family smiled and watched Xia He close his eyes, waiting, the red flower in his hand dimmed again, and he almost couldn't see clearly.

After a while, Xia He opened his eyes again, his joy was undisguised, and his words were filled with unconcealed joy.

"Yes, it's good. ”

seems to be praising a good dish, Xia He continued. "Anything else?"

The master of the Hua family, who was still with the same joy on his eyebrows, heard this, and his face was a little ugly.

Xia He smashed his mouth, as if he recalled the delicious taste before, and saw the pale face of the owner of the flower season again, and also realized that there was something wrong with his words.

Laughing.

"Forget it, forget it, this is delicious, just eat it once or twice, and you will get tired of eating too much. ”

Xia He seemed to really regard that pure power as a rare delicacy, and directly compared it to a delicious one.

Hearing these really unobtrusive words and metaphors, the master of the Hua family didn't know how to respond, and Xiao Lian, the only one who could deal with Xia He, didn't know anything, just smiled and looked at the two who seemed to have a change in their relationship.

The owner of the flower family laughed a few times, and the red flower in his hand became more and more illusory, but fortunately, Xia He's next sentence finally returned to the body of the fish that had never disappeared.

It's still the same simple question, but this time the tone is much calmer, and I don't listen to the banter in the words.

"Where's the fish?"

This time, the owner of the flower family didn't say anything about the lines of the shopkeeper, he didn't say anything, just smiled mysteriously, and raised the red flower in his hand that was almost completely gone.

The almost invisible red flower naturally lacks the charm of its previous power, and it is even difficult to describe it with a good look.

Seeing that the owner of the flower family raised the red flower in his hand, everyone's eyes returned to the red flower.

Then another dark shadow appeared in the blooming flowers.

The figure of the fish.

A fish that looks very ordinary is doing something unusual.

It was a fish, a fish that grew in the stamens of a flower, a fish that swam among the petals.

It was an extremely strange picture, but because of the flower, it was a little more dreamy.

The black fish seemed to drain the last vitality of the flower, completely disappeared, and the fish really appeared in front of everyone.

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Good luck to you! Every year, there are more than fish.