The warm spring breeze blows on the face, and the faint fragrance of peach blossoms lingers on the tip of the nose.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a tree full of peach blossoms, blowing in the breeze and floating in the air.

A flash of crimson flickered in front of his eyes.

It was as if something had fallen gently and softly on the center of his eyebrows.

She reached down and took the object that landed on her brow.

The soft and bright petals on her fingertips lined her hands more clean and white.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the peach blossoms on his fingertips, and slowly got up from the recliner, surrounded by a gentle breeze, and the branches full of peach blossoms swayed overhead, the world was quiet and peaceful.

"It's pretty similar......"

Ji Zhuo's gaze slowly swept over every inch around him, and every inch was a familiar appearance in his memory.

The endless sea of flowers is romantic, which makes people's hearts gentle.

She loves the peach blossoms that cover the mountains and fields in the land of the gods.

This was planted by her and Ji Hua themselves.

She casts a spell on each peach blossom, and the peach blossoms here bloom in all seasons and never wither.

Ji Zhuo smiled slowly, the red rain flowers in the center of her eyebrows became more and more enchanting, the golden moire clothes on a white background swayed in the breeze, and the afternoon sun fell on her, coated with a layer of skylight.

Once High Priest of the Relic Lands.

Holiness is like a flower, and mercy is like a god.

When the breeze blows through the eyebrows, it seems to blur the gentleness of the peach blossoms.

"It's a pity, no matter how real it looks, it's also fake......"

Ji Zhuo crushed the peach blossoms on his fingertips, the crimson flower juice remained on his fingertips, and there was a thousand-faced laugh in his ears, "High Priest, you are not ......."

"Fake nature can't deceive the high priest, and this emperor won't waste a lot of effort to do useless work."

"Look, which inch of this heaven and earth is fake?"

The fingertips are dyed the crimson of peach blossoms, and every touch is extremely real.

"High Priest, this is the former land of the gods......

The voice of a thousand faces echoes in the endless sea of flowers, and there is no shadow of it, but it seems to merge with everything around it, everywhere, and it seems to be extremely demagogic.

"Noise."

She sneered, her palms swirled, and her clothes fluttered.

The silver light spread around her as the center, sweeping the peach blossoms all over the mountains.

The annoying voice of a thousand faces completely disappeared from my ears.

When the peach blossoms are colorful and scattered, her eyes are slightly condensed.

The branches swayed gently in front of her eyes, and the figure loomed not far away.

The man knelt on the peach blossoms all over the ground under the tree, and his white clothes as clean as snow were spread on the ground, and a little crimson peach blossom petals were dotted on the snow-colored hem.

Ink hair scurled down behind him, and there were petals in the hair.

The breeze gripped Luoying.

Gently caressing the side of the boy's face.

On the white face as jade, the pale crimson lips gently pursed the shallow arc, and the smile was clean and beautiful, as if two peach blossoms had been captured.

In the colorful Luoying, the young man is like a person in the painting.

His gaze fell intently on the roots of the tree.

With a small shovel in hand, gently dig through the soft soil.

His clean hands were stained with mud, but he didn't care, and suddenly he seemed to see something.

He put down his shovel and reached into the pit.

His long eyelashes quivered slightly, as if a butterfly had landed on his eyes.

"Found it!"

The young man's familiar and clear voice fell on the ear.

There was a trance in front of him.

"Ji Hua ......"

The young man took out a wine jar buried under the tree, and subconsciously reached out to wipe the sweat on his cheeks, but accidentally wiped the mud on the side of his face, which was a little cute in the show.

He looked back suddenly, and smiled like a peach blossom.

"Your Excellency, you're back......"

"The peach blossom brew we buried here last year can be drunk......"

The young man's face was clean and exquisite, his eyes were as clear as snow, and his smile embellished his eyes, as if a pool of starlight had fallen, and his lips blurred the tenderness of March peach blossoms.

Well-deserved, the gods have left the snow on the snow.

The young man held the peach blossom brew, stepped over a place and walked slowly towards her.

"My lord, you smell it, the wine is so fragrant......"

He blinked slightly, opened the jar, and raised his hand in front of her, which coincided with the image in her memory.

Ji Zhuo had already come back to his senses, took the wine jar, and sneered.

"Thousand-faced pig, your little tricks are too clumsy, Ji Hua is not here."

The young man looked at her suspiciously, "What are you talking about, my lord?" ”

He looked at him with a dull light, and a silver light struck him mercilessly.

"Your ......, my lord"

The boy's eyes widened in disbelief, and silver light pierced his body.

He instantly turned into colorful peach blossoms and flew into the air.

"So, High Priest, tell me where Ji Hua is now?"

The ghostly voice of a thousand faces appeared in her ears again.

He lowered his eyes and looked at it with a sneer, and there was a jar of fine wine scattered on the ground.

The peach blossom fragrance is blended with the aroma of wine, which is intoxicating.

Before coming here, Tianxiu told her that she didn't have to worry about Ji Hua, because Ji Hua was ......

She was slightly stunned, and her heart sank.

Tianxiu said that Ji Hua was in ......

Where is Ji Hua?

Everything around her was quiet, and her eyes flashed for a moment of confusion.

Ji Hua, where is it?

"High Priest, where is Ji Hua?"

The voice of the thousand-faced pig remembered again, as if there was still a little smugness, and her face suddenly became gloomy, and her cold gaze fell on the warm sea of flowers.

She frowned, feeling some of her memories draining away.

There are some distant memories, which are becoming clearer and clearer, as if they happened yesterday.

In the intoxicating aroma of wine, she remembered that she collected peach petals with Ji Hua last year to make wine.

She picked it up for a while and then lazied.

She lay down on the recliner under the tree to take a nap, and Ji Hua suddenly naughtily shook the peach blossom branch above her head, and the petals fell all over her body.

Then she pressed the man on the chaise longue, leaving peach blossom marks on him.

The memories of last year, frame by frame, flickered in front of my eyes, so clear.

No, not last year......

Thousands of years have passed.

Her eyes were dark and cold.

"High Priest, where is Ji Hua......

The sound of a thousand faces still echoed around him.

Ji Zhuo's expression seemed to be very dazed.

"He's right behind you......"

Ji Zhuo turned his head suddenly, and saw the young man in white raising his hand to brush away the peach blossom branches, staring at her with clear eyes through the crimson petals, and smiling gently.

"My lord, today is the Shangyuan Festival, let's go see the lanterns together?"

Shangyuan Festival, lantern ......

The boy was holding a rabbit paper lamp in his hand, and in the brightly lit night market, the memory of looking back and smiling became clear with his words.

"Okay."

As in memory, she replied with a smile.

The boy smiled and stepped forward, wanting to take her hand.

However, in the next second, a dazzling silver light swept through the entire peach blossom forest, and everything around it turned into broken ruins in an instant.

The blue-black smoke from the ruins was suddenly exposed.

"Tsk, high priest, don't you enjoy this rare good time?"

"You are still suppressed by the Heavenly Dao, even if you are angry, you can't help this emperor's ......"

"Heavenly Dao?"

Ji Zhuo's eyes narrowed.

The Thousand Faces didn't say anything more.