As for why we can run so fast, I have studied it carefully, perhaps because the fruit and the hexagonal fruit play a role, after all, it is a fairy thing, and it makes sense to have unexpected effects after eating.

However, I think more that after more than a month of travel, our body has changed a lot, due to the continuous walking, the strength on the legs is naturally greater, plus when the peony returns to the heart like an arrow, the legs are getting faster and faster, we are in order to catch up with the peony, the feet are also faster, this is the most fundamental reason.

No further ado.

Peony disappeared without a trace, but Pink was stunned, he didn't expect that Peony would run so fast.

"Why don't you chase it?" I reminded.

Pink woke up, made a gesture to me, turned around and ran, but his speed was significantly lower than Peony's, and not as low as usual, maybe not even a tenth of Peony's speed.

"Brother, why do you want to remind Pink to chase Brother Peony?" When Pink ran away, Sister Zhu Dinghong asked puzzled.

"Didn't your brother Peony make an appointment with Pink to meet in the Chrysanthemum Field ten miles away, Pink doesn't go, doesn't Peony run for nothing?" I said.

"Isn't that brother Peony dangerous?" said Zhu Dinghong.

"Since it is the place agreed by Peony, your brother Peony has his own reasons. I said.

"Isn't it my brother's idea to be ten miles away, Brother Peony came up with a chrysanthemum field in order not to lose money. Zhu Dinghong said.

I could hear that Zhu Dinghong was complaining about me, and it was indeed due to my momentary negligence. My plan didn't work out, but it's not all without its benefits, and it at least proves that we are facing no good opponents, and we have to be careful.

"This is Peony's territory, he will definitely have a way, it's useless for us to argue, we should hurry over to make sense. Maybe he needs our help. I said.

"Okay. Zhu Dinghong said.

Thereupon. The two of us ran out in a puff of smoke, Fenmei Fa Ge grabbed Zhu Dinghong's tail hair tightly, and Xiao Ya purred, probably complaining that we didn't wait for her. She took off a little slower. Far behind us. It took a while to catch up and fly ahead of us, and then his mouth stopped screaming.

The red-haired dinosaurs around all stopped to watch. From time to time, there were cheers, perhaps, they had never seen such a run, much faster than the running developer.

Pink was overtaken by us in a moment, and we saw him running out of breath and far behind us.

Running and running, a large area of golden chrysanthemums suddenly appeared in front of our eyes, almost filling the gap between the trees, leaving not an inch of bare land, a breeze drifted by, blowing the fragrance of the chrysanthemums, a small part of which entered the body with the breath, and the whole body suddenly felt an indescribable pleasure.

I quickly stopped my steps, but I still ran forward for more than ten meters, before I barely stopped, the foot was only half a meter away from the chrysanthemum, I didn't let it step on it, such a beautiful flower, how can it be trampled at will?

Zhu Dinghong also stopped.

Fen Mei and Fa Ge rushed out almost at the same time, dancing in the world of chrysanthemums, they just flew, but refused to fall. I know that they want to have the whole sea of flowers, not just one flower.

Xiao Ya refused to fall, it flew farther, soaring in the sky above the chrysanthemum field, constantly changing her posture, her movements were more soothing and gentle compared to the previous ones, as if she was worried that the range of movements would scare those flowers.

Chrysanthemums are indescribable, yellow, golden, white, white-pink, purple, fuchsia, and many other colors that cannot be described. Some of them are all of a certain pure color, a few acres, dozens of acres, or golden, or snow-white, flawless, and not a single weed mixed in them; some are just the right mixture, one is too little, and one is too much, and the colorful flowers coexist, but the main and secondary are distinct, and they reflect each other; some are blooming in anger, competing for beauty, and some are not released, and they are moving.

shouted, and thousands of butterflies suddenly startled in the flowers. The colors are different, some have just left the flowers a little bit, some have flown up a meter or two high, I don't know if there are too many butterflies, or the space is too small, those butterflies are not like my Fen sister and Fa Ge fly freely, fly chic, one by one drunk and hazy, dizzy, I don't know why they are like this, maybe they have been standing in the flowers for a long time and have sore legs, maybe they are drunk by the strong fragrance of flowers, maybe they are dizzy by the brilliant flowers, or other reasons?

After a while, those butterflies fell from the sky one after another like the scattered flowers of the goddess, the number was extremely large, as if there was a butterfly rain, although I can not rule out that some of them fell intentionally, but most of them collided and fell, this is what I saw with my own eyes, it is not a lie, they either collide head to head, or head and tail collide, or wings collide, sometimes two collide together, sometimes several or dozens of collision together, and then fall down together, like scattered countless petals, very spectacular.

Why is this happening, as I have already said, their legs are sore, their heads are drunk, their eyes are dizzy, and another point is that they have been staying in the flowers for a long time and refuse to come out, and their flight has slowly degenerated, so it is natural that they cannot fly.

My heart was suddenly stunned, my Fen Mei and Fa Ge wouldn't also collide with them, wouldn't they wake up after they fainted, wouldn't they not recognize us after waking up, wouldn't they let us do nothing after losing our memory, and call them every day, right?

This kind of scene is too familiar, and the end result is a recovery of memories, this kind of story is originally very touching, but after listening to it too much, I gradually become numb, and then I am a little disgusted, and then later, as soon as I hear such a story, I want to vomit, and then later, I can't even vomit. I'm afraid that if I hear a story like this again, I'll have to become the protagonist of the story who has lost his memory.

It's not that I'm emotionally numb, it's because this story is too fake, the first story may be true, and it earned a lot of tears from everyone, but the latecomers copied it and made their own protagonists like this.

Finally one day, a storyteller named Jade was furious at a storyteller called Zheng, you kid, how did you imitate everything you could, where did your brain go?

Lose me 10 million!!

Hehe, you deserve it. (To be continued......)

PS: Chrysanthemums are beyond the boundary, yellow, golden yellow, white, white pink, purple, fuchsia, and many other colors that cannot be said. Some of them are all of a certain pure color, a few acres, dozens of acres, or golden, or snow-white, flawless, and not a single weed mixed in them; some are just the right mixture, one is too little, and one is too much, and the colorful flowers coexist, but the main and secondary are distinct, and they reflect each other; some are blooming in anger, competing for beauty, and some are not released, and they are moving.

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