The sun is approaching dusk, and the last warmth of the sun seems to be reluctant to sigh, but it has never been able to grasp this full of emerald green, so it has to move towards the known direction and the unknown dawn to dispel another haze, which is its mission and its destiny.

One day, there were three rivers in Pinghu, and there was no trace and no shadow for all ages, and under the illumination of the sunshine with residual temperature, Fang He also woke up in time.

"Hiss~"

Shaking his head slightly, a tingling pain suddenly came from the top of his head, making Fang He's nerves, which were still a little confused, suddenly wake up.

"You're awake."

A fragrant wind hit, and there was a crisp concern in my ears.

"Uh-huh?"

Fang He instinctively responded, but suddenly he seemed to remember something, and even his tone changed.

Although he was sober, this concern made him a little confused again, and he couldn't help but rub his head that was still in pain, and looked at the graceful figure outlined by a blue and white Luo skirt in front of him, with deep doubts in his eyes.

So, with this doubt, he began to search through his mind diligently, trying to remember what had happened before he fell unconscious.

Reminiscing, reminiscing, he remembered the beautiful picture scroll he had seen before, which made him unconsciously resurface a hint of budding expression.

However, as soon as this expression appeared, Fang He felt a little hot on his face, and a crisp sound sounded in his ears, the voice was so close, so crisp, without the slightest mud and water.

This sudden slap instantly pulled his thoughts back to reality, and he felt a little guilty when he looked at the woman in front of him with some puff up.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

"Humph!" For Fang He's apology, the woman just snorted coldly, but her upcoming second slap didn't really come down.

After withdrawing her hand that was stretched out in the air, she gently came to a position about a meter more than a meter on Fang He's side, and then knelt on the ground sideways, looking at it from Fang He's perspective, she could only see a side face that was amazing enough to make people's blood gush.

At this time, the place where they were was was the wooden house built by Fang He before, the breeze came slowly, blowing a few strands of hair scattered on the woman's ears and temples and jumping up.

At this moment, time seemed to stand still, only the breeze blowing beside him, only the breeze blowing the fragrance on his side, and only the breeze blowing Fang He's memories.

Yes, seeing this scene, Nan Liyue's voice and smile resurfaced in his mind.

Moreover, as this longing became stronger and stronger, the side face in his eyes began to overlap with the face in his mind, and after a while, Fang He gradually came back to his senses.

At this moment, there was clear loss in his eyes.

The memories are exhausted, the love is not exhausted, the beauty is on the side, empty and tangible; No matter how similar the figure in front of him was to the person he was reading, it was never the same person.

Putting away the anguish in his heart, Fang He tried his best to peel Nan Liyue's face away from the figure in front of him, after all, he knew very well in his heart that Nan Liyue had not come here.

Looking at the woman in front of him, Fang He was not sure for a moment that the woman in front of him was the owner of the voice he heard before he fell unconscious, that is, the blue and white giant snake, so he could only ask tentatively in a low voice.

"Your name is Qinghuan, right?"

"Hmm." The woman replied without replying, as if she didn't want to see Fang He's face.

The answer of this woman named Qing Huan was not only what Fang He wanted, but also what he didn't want to hear, but this is the truth, she is Qing Huan, not Nanli.

In this regard, Fang He had to sigh heavily, as if he was sighing for the trick of fate, as if he wanted to vomit all the feelings in his heart.

Maybe it was because Fang Cai Qinghuan and Nan Liyue overlapped for a moment, Fang He didn't pursue Qing Huan's stun of him, but chatted with her without a match.

From Qing Huan's mouth, he also knew where this was, and he also knew the names of these fruit trees.

This belongs to the border between the western region and the southern tomb of the gods, although there is no big river, but it resembles an alluvial plain, thanks to a natural barrier in the north, so that the climate here is very mild, and it has been occupied by snakes for a long time, and it is also called the snake valley by the snakes that live here.

The name of these fruits is snake fruit, and the reason why it is called snake fruit is because this fruit has great benefits for snakes, but for humans, it is just like ordinary fruits, which Fang He was not surprised by, after all, he had eaten it when he was first teleported here by the whirlpool.

"The fruit is called snake fruit, so what are these trees called?" Qing Huan didn't talk in detail, but Fang He listened very carefully, and after listening to the introduction of Snake Valley and Snake Fruit, he couldn't help but ask the name of this tree.

"Hee-hee, this is not a tree, this is called snake tea."

"Snake tea?"

"Yes, snake tea, its green shoots are a good thing, and they can be used to make tea."

When he heard that he could make tea, Fang He suddenly felt a little thirsty, and he didn't know if he was really thirsty, or if he was on fire due to the fragrance coming from Qing Huan's body.

Although Fang He tried his best to hide it, Qing Huan still seemed to sense Fang He's thirst, only to see her slowly take out a delicate water bottle from her bosom, and then take out two equally exquisite water cups.

Filling the water cup, Qing Huan didn't see any movement, and a water cup appeared in front of Fang He.

Fang He was thirsty after all, and he was not polite at the moment, so he grabbed this water cup, anyway, it seemed that this Qinghuan would not hurt him.

The tea brewed by the snake tea in the cup is white, and the taste is also very good, and it tastes no different from the mountain spring water, but there is a faint fragrance, which is the same as that of Qing Huan, which is very light, but can give people a sense of forgetfulness.

Cup after cup, until there was no more drop in the water bottle, Fang He put down the water cup unsatisfied.

But Qing Huan has always maintained a sideways kneeling posture, now he is no longer thirsty, and from Qing Huan's mouth, he can clearly feel that she is hiding something, after all, although Fang He is not familiar with Snake Valley, he has heard of it.

As a result, Fang He gradually lost interest in continuing to chat, even if he still wanted to ask something in his heart, he didn't say it after all, and instead began to think about his cultivation.

However, what he didn't know was that the woman who had turned into a giant snake actually recognized him, otherwise, she wouldn't have chatted with Fang He so politely for so long, and poured him cup after cup of snake tea.

Although she did not turn around in the process, her face kept changing, sometimes joyful, sometimes sad, sometimes hopeful, sometimes falling into the ice cave.

However, Fang He didn't seem to have any impression of her, and after chatting for so long, he didn't feel the tenderness, nostalgia and joy that belonged to her and was only for him.

Seeing that Fang He had closed her eyes, she could only get up slowly, and came to a place where Fang He couldn't see and watched silently, crying silently.