Hearing what Ye Feng said, the messenger was excited, and his whole body trembled violently.

It's not because I'm afraid, but Ye Feng, who hasn't thought about it before, is making demands for himself, what a rare opportunity this is.

What's more, the request that Lord Ye said is very simple, as if it was said specifically for me.

Wouldn't it be effortless to fight the so-called four princes of the Tianxuan Dynasty.

Soon, I'll let you know what the end of angering Lord Ye Feng is.

"Why, you're not happy!"

Ye Feng glanced at the envoy out of the corner of his eye, and spoke indifferently.

He knew what the messenger was thinking at this time, and he was bored, so he asked this question.

Unexpectedly, just by asking such a simple question, the messenger's face immediately panicked, his mouth trembled in panic, and his legs trembled uncontrollably, as if he had committed some unforgivable sin.

"No, no, no, I, I didn't, Lord Ye.

I, I just didn't expect that I would meet Lord Ye Feng one day, and you would still be able to make such a request to me.

Don't worry, I will do whatever you ask."

Ye Feng: "......."

In this regard, Ye Feng was actually not surprised, he had seen a state that was even more exaggerated than this.

"Without further ado, let's get started."

At this time, Zhao Tianyi couldn't stand it anymore, and opened his mouth to stop the messenger who wanted to continue.

The messenger first smiled at Ye Feng and apologized to him, some disobedient guy had disturbed us.

Then, the envoy stepped forward step by step, looking at Zhao Tianyi with resentful eyes.

"It's you, this kid, who makes Lord Ye Feng unhappy, I will let you not tell you immediately, you can rest assured of this, I will do what I say."

You are also a prince in the Tianxuan Dynasty, and you have made some small noises recently, which has really attracted the attention of many people, but after all, it is just a trick of jumping off the beam clown, and it can't be put on the stage.

Later, I'll have a good time with you, and let you know what the fate of provoking Lord Ye Feng is, it's not something you can afford."

I'm going to go, this guy is so doggy, I'm very surprised.

Ye Feng probably didn't even know what your name was, you licked him so shamelessly, just to move yourself.

I will defeat your false illusions in no time, and all your impracticalities will be shattered.

"Come on."

In the face of the envoy's attack, Zhao Tianyi only had two short words.

The messenger saw the opportunity, his body moved, and he rushed out like a bolt of lightning, and there was a trace of electric light flickering on his hands.

"Electrifying Lights!

This is my Wind Blue Dynasty's stunt, once it hits, it will cost you half a life, so let's die!"

In the face of his sudden messenger, Zhao Tianyi's face was not panicked, he was still as calm and indifferent as ever, and he didn't see any fear.

It wasn't until the messenger got closer and closer that Zhao Tianyi's body slowly moved, and one hand was slowly raised, looking directly at the messenger with both eyes.

"Break!"

.......

The night by the river is a little enchanting, with staggered lights and a stream of swirling, jumping, and dancing in the center. It's like here

In the shy night, everything is reduced to the background, following the rhythm here, merging, merging. I don't know, the rain wet the ends of my hair.

I don't know, time jumped on my shoulders. The days are like the sound of the wind at the bottom of the lotus, with a damp atmosphere, restrained and real. There is no light flutter and flutter like ups and downs. Most of the people who know how to enjoy themselves are willing to be on the lotus pod

The dragonflies that inhabit the lotus pods absorb nutrients and rest and correct. Under the lotus, there are frogs chirping and ripples in circles, which are the accompaniment of the years.

Broken, as soft as silk is colorful, it can dance in the wind, and blow like snow. Stretch out your hand, spread your palm, and the rain falls softly

in the palm of your hand, despite the absence of snow

The flowers are so white and crystal clear, they can mottle tears in the palm prints, and prick the sensitive nerve like a pinprick, excited, trembling

Millet. But it can be gently fitted between the eyebrows, lips and teeth, palms, and dances continuously, making you crispy and numb, itching in the heart but can't stop.

The wet rain dyed the road surface into black particles, paving every side of the road, the depth is appropriate, the water is not slow, it flows slowly, and it is exhausted

The strength gathers into a pillar, so that the spreading water has been unruly, gurgling and converging into a river. The rain melted into the thick river and disappeared without a trace

The rain climbed the tall ancient trees on the side of the road, and from the top to the foot, not a single branch was missed. The dripping rain, cold as snow, I hold it

The rain is a depression, and the bones are piercing. So there is no nostalgia, and I disdain the branches to stay, in order to kiss the earth, I do not hesitate to roar down, and I am destined to be crushed

The rain fell on the shoulders and backs of the mountains, and fell on the branches

Tall, leafy towering trees, falling on the vibrant, green, verdant meadows, with the blood of life, wash the dust and debris accumulated over the years, and pour the water of life deep into the vast land.

I like the soft drizzle, although there is no hearty pouring of heavy rain, there is no snowflake fluttering Ana, and there is no ice clear jade of ice flowers. It has a pliable character

Willful in the wind and the world of the light dance, carefully combing the winding mountains, inhabiting a strip of water green greenery. Indulge in the landscape, graceful in the universe, drizzle silent.

The drizzle is continuous, the drizzle, with full love, sincerity, with the most fiery selfless dedication, with the most tragic struggle

body, break the cocoon into a butterfly. Waving your hand, saying goodbye to the mountains, trees, and grass, leaving the tenderness of a thousand turns in the drizzle, giving reluctance to the breeze, and swaying in the vastness

Sky. Looking at the canal from afar, the green water is abundant, and the water and grass are abundant. So, Drizzle shook his head, feeling that all the efforts and sacrifices were worth it, and if he wanted to be reborn, he must first achieve nirvana.

Mist lingers in the mountains. The fog surrounds the mountain, the mountain depends on the fog, vaguely hazy, if bright and dark, so that we flutter like a fairy, drifting around with the wind, as if they have become fog, playing with friends in the mountains, surrounding the tourists, playing hide and seek with the tourists. A cool breeze blew, and my heart shook, and my soul returned to my shell. There was no summit of the mountain in sight, no edge of the fog, only moving crowds and fluttering bunting stretching forward. Each of us has the eagerness to try and the courage to conquer all the mountains.

Loose stones. Water. Crowd.

The sparse crowd, crossing the riverbed, stepping over the slippery pebbles, and the gurgling and swaying trees with the flowing water bring infinite vitality to this lonely mountain forest; The sound of laughter echoing in the valley also brings a bit of urban noise to the valley.

Jungle. Red flag. Trail.

Colorful flags, faintly flashing in the lush woods, shuttling through the verdant bamboo forest, loud calls, happy laughter, from the front of the team, all the way to the back of the team, with full of pride, full of hope and full of sustenance. Closer, closer......

。

So, we saw a white chain, plain white and crystalline, embedded in a thick green, draped over the mountain stream trees. White mist shrouded ...... Finally, I saw the word "Cloud Valley" engraved on the stone slab, deeply.

Walking down, to the bottom of the valley, the mind seems to have stagnated, this dream fairyland, this ingenious feeling of wanting to fly and sink. When the battle

The cool breeze made people feel a hint of coolness, and only then did they realize that they were bathed in rain and mist—a splashed waterfall.

It kissed my face, my hair, and my long-dusted heart, and raised the camera, freezing this eternal moment; Freeze this rare intoxication

But I love winter because I was born in winter, and if you appreciate it, you will surely find the beauty of winter.

Whenever winter comes, it will be icy and snowy, and the vast sky, the earth, everything is white. He is like one, noble,

The reserved princess, dancing with a magical veil, sends gusts of cold wind, revealing a light, pure, and unearthly beauty. It can be described as a blanket of silver, which is extraordinarily enchanting. I never

I like to use words such as "the weather is cold" and "the cold wind is biting" to describe winter, why? Because winter will always be beloved, tranquil, and kind in my heart.

In winter, there is a winter vacation, we can relax and play to our heart's content,

You can travel happily and do what you want to do. We long for snow, we long to see the scenery of thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow, and we long to feel one

The feeling of dripping water into ice, and breathing into frost. At that point, we will be able to build snowmen and have snowball fights in the snow. Touching the cold snow with your hands is so much fun!

There's also my favorite flower, the plum blossom. Think about it, in the snowy world, only plum blossoms stand alone,

Standing proudly in the ice and snow, he never competes for beauty, in the spring when the flowers are in full bloom, but quietly retreats, although the plum blossoms do not have the grace and luxury of roses, and there is no juan of orchids

Xiu beautiful, but he with tenacious vitality, with a sweet fragrance, won people's love, every winter, many people have to insert a bouquet of plum blossoms in the vase, plum blossoms can open in the vase for more than a month, unlike others

The flowers wither after a few days of insertion. The spirit of perseverance and tenacious struggle of plum blossoms is not very worthy of us

The curtain is as if it has been rendered with thick ink. Dark clouds were also piling up in the sky, pressing the sky very low, and I stood in front of the window and quietly watched everything outside the window.

Quietly coming to the already sleeping city, it blew on the withered yellow leaves, making a rustling sound, and a few leaves fell into the whirlpool of the wind, and went away with the wind. window

Occasionally, a few dogs barked outside, and the usually arrogant moon had long since disappeared without a trace. That's when I saw a drop of rain hitting the window, making a "popping" sound. I looked out the window and saw a plump drop

The raindrops slanted towards the window and landed on the concrete platform, making small splashes beside it. Another drop of rain burst into my sight, and it streaked across the sky

A perfect arc, as if a ballet dancer was trying his best to boast of his graceful dancing, and he quickly disappeared from the end of my sight.

The rain was still pouring down, sometimes urgently, sometimes slowly, sometimes slowly

Dense and sparse. They intertwined with each other, and so, the melancholy tune echoed in my ears, and I opened the window, and the wind

I shivered as it blew me, and then a drop of rain hit my hand, and a chill spread in my hand, arousing my contemplation.

Do you remember someone saying that they would be as sad and sad as people do? No, it's not. At least that's not what I thought. God created the rain to have His purpose, and I guess it's not just just

In order to nourish the land, it seems to me that its more important purpose is to cleanse people's hearts from sin and worldliness.

The rain was dripping, and I came back to my senses from my contemplation. Lying on the bed, with the sound of "ticking" rain with a hint of smile, indulge in sweet dreams.

The spring in my eyes is like this, it is in the midst of intoxicating beauty and I can't care about enjoying the joy of hibernation at the end of the solstice.

Looking up, the sparse fields were covered with green again, and the fields,

The doll chases and frolicks in the murmur of the swallows, and the butterflies and bees smell the fragrance, and do not forget to show their soft dancing posture when they are busy picking new honey. A few pieces in the distance evoked my contemplation.

Do you remember someone saying that they would be as sad and sad as people do? No, it's not. At least that's not what I thought. God created the rain to have His purpose, and I guess it's not just just

In order to nourish the land, it seems to me that its more important purpose is to cleanse people's hearts from sin and worldliness.

The rain was dripping, and I came back to my senses from my contemplation. Lying on the bed, with the sound of "ticking" rain with a hint of smile, indulge in sweet dreams.

The spring in my eyes is like this, it is in the midst of intoxicating beauty and I can't care about enjoying the joy of hibernation at the end of the solstice.

Looking up, the sparse fields were covered with green again, and the fields,

The dolls chase and frolic in the murmur of swallows, and the fragrance of flowers is wanton, and butterflies and bees smell the fragrance

, when busy picking new honey, do not forget to show their soft dancing. A few pieces in the distance

The dense woods show a vigorous growth momentum, and in the brilliant spring light, the shadows of the trees are swaying, as if they are full of the spirit of greenery. The sun is shining, the wind is beautiful.

"The lotus leaves are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers are different red", summer fluttered and swept away the deep affection of the leaves for the lotus.

In the colorful dream, the lotus bud is gone, but the leaf adheres to the classical honor; Cultivate in the soil. The amorous lotus blooms with delicate flowers, but forgets to set its eyes on you. But you have no regrets

It's just that when the sun is hot, protect the lotus shade in your strong affection. Selfless but unreciprocated, silently decorated.

On the afternoon of the autumn equinox, sitting in front of the window near the mountain, enjoying the warm sunshine, a trace of melting tired thoughts

Thread; The sound of birds that comes to the ears is like the sound of heaven intoxicating the soul; The whole body and mind are embraced by the fresh air

, a moment of leisurely ecstasy like a dream; The green in the eyes slowly penetrates into every cell in the body, greening thoughts, moods, and time. It's nice to have such a warm sun in your life.

In the chaotic red dust, many smiles and vows are in the sun, although they can

Seeing or hearing it really makes people unable to raise a trace of warmth in their hearts, because their minds are polluted by the cold colors of the world. In the world, all words and deeds, no matter how clever a person is, it is difficult to hide the temperature of his heart.

If you don't speak, distant relatives and friends will feel warm when they think of you; Someone's sweet words, but make you feel uncomfortable in your heart, that is the spiritual intuition of life.

A person's warm sun is not only the intuition of the body, but also the spirit of life. Greetings from relatives and friends when you are sick, silent blessings,

The companionship that never interferes, the dedication that does not ask for returns, the warm cup of hot tea, the solitude without distractions, the respect that does not argue, and the love in the depths of the soul are all the spiritual warmth in the four seasons of life. The more warm sun you have, the happier you are.

It seemed that he was not willing to accept the pale silence of the night, and the light rain rushed to dot the haze outside the window. With the dim street lamps and the rain sprinkled on it, it looks thin and long.

The rain found a faint light and through the window, wantonly extinguishing the cigarette butts that were caught between the fingers in front of the window, emitting the last trace of afterglow.

After going around and around, I still returned to the city again, to a corner that I once thought I had forgotten. Every time I meet him again, I always feel a little stranger. Yes, things are not, and people are not!

How not to be a stranger? Disappear the empty food stalls, and the end of the sparse and deserted streets! Like a light that never returns