One after another, the flowers and rain are like meteors, dense and warm, strong and arrogant, like a woman's character.

Even if you die, you have to keep your presence!

I forgot the flirtatious voice that lingered in my mind.

"I heard that you are the number one brand of Yunyang Palace City?"

"I've got a crush on you, let's try it?"

“......。 ”

The long rumor exclaimed: "It's Fire Feather!"

Everyone took dozens of steps back, padding their feet, and looking up, they could see a palm-sized, pure and clean red feather holding their heads high, and their conceit and arrogance scattered a scorching light, like snow, while vigorously absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and at the same time, the abundant spiritual power was continuously irrigated in every part of the sycamore flower.

Flower perch, slender eyes gradually show a lazy smile.

When Chang Forget also saw the plane tree, he remembered the words of sadness, his face was full of dead silence, his eyelids trembled, and he had a little starlight again.

When everyone is clear, there are doubts and silences.

Han Yin said bluntly: "What does it mean to bloom a flower? Could it be that our Ah Chun wants to be reincarnated as a flower demon?"

Crowd: "......." ”

Qingzheng fingertips quickly turned dark purple beads, after a few days of suffering, I actually had an epiphany, remembering that a long time ago I met the Buddha for pearls because of a cold night, in order to help Ah Chun today. Until, when the baby's body rushed out of the sea of artesian waves, and the vibration perception in his hand flew out and took it back into his arms, he finally had an epiphany of his Dharma name: Mo Yu.

Don't meet, should I meet you, or shouldn't I meet you?

It turned out that he had been waiting for an opportunity.

And the timing is the cold night.

After Hanyin asked what was strange and everyone wanted to know.

Qingzheng changed his usual impetuousness, and quietly said a sentence in the Buddhist scriptures: "The phoenix does not inhabit without a sycamore, and Nirvana does not give birth to a sycamore flower." ”

Han Yin: "Are you saying that Ah Chun is like a phoenix stupid bird, nirvana?"

Phoenix: "......." When our people are dead!"

Han Sheng was busy and listless to soothe and soothe.

Qingzheng suddenly became serious, and he didn't even adapt to himself, but in his chest, there seemed to be something restraining him, if it was before, he would have said a long time ago: grass, Ah Chun is going to become an egg!

But the words that flowed out of the mouth were: "Exactly." ”

Hua Qimu said: "The cold girl must have cultivated into a fire that destroys the heavens and the earth, and she should have been a fellow practitioner of Han Yu, but unfortunately, Han Yu has replaced a new host. I heard that the spirit feather has always been born only once in a lifetime, and if the host still wants to get a spirit feather, it must be reborn after death under the opportunity to be reborn before the spirit feather is born. ”

"Chances are hard to come by, and the odds are small. Presumably, in the last year of retreat, the Han Crisp girl realized that she rebelled against the rules of heaven's will, fought with the sky, and reversed her fate, which was to exchange the fate of Yu Hanwan in the evening, and combine the three fires of cold fire, hellfire, and Buddha lamp fire, and use the immortal body of the demon to first get the fire feather, and then get the fire that destroys the heavens and the earth to die. ”

The flower perch is slender, and the eyebrows and eyes are faint, and they forget for a long time.

Chang Forget stared deeply at the plane tree in front of him, did not speak, was very quiet, and his strong reason gradually restored his body and mind.

Hua Qimu cleared his throat: "The cold girl is always surprised when she does things, but she has such a deep scheming and mind, Lord of the Cold Mountain, I see that except for Elder Zhu, I am afraid that the one who can really be in charge of that spring is the cold girl." Speaking of this, he shook his head and laughed at himself: "I didn't expect that my apprentice who can stay awake at all times can be surrounded by it, she really has the ability." ”

The last sentence has fallen in a blink of an eye, and it has been 23,000 years later.

When Ah Chun first became conscious, she was still a wandering spirit, and her five senses were all the same as if they were not fully developed, and they were limited to things within five meters.

When she first opened her eyes, she felt that there was nothing more terrifying and creepy in her life than this moment.

I was actually sitting on a corpse, and I couldn't separate myself from changing various positions.

The corpse was obviously wearing a golden face and couldn't see the eyebrows clearly, but she could feel the cold chill behind her, which was a terrifying reminder to her that the old lady was dead, and she was very thorough.

Even death can exude such a tough aura, and Ah Chun was instantly shocked with a layer of goosebumps.

The skin exposed by the corpse was very pale, and she poked her delicate fingers at will, who knew that it was boneless, soft, as if every meridian in the body had been drained of blood and filled with a lot of water.

This corpse was dressed very luxuriously and beautifully, wearing a golden cloud-shaped thousand-water skirt, and a snow veil on the outside, with delicate and white skin, black hair all scattered, neatly tucked behind the ears.

For a moment, she was a little curious about where this corpse was sacred, and she couldn't even be separated from the death that had to pull her as a cushion. So the cheap guy wanted to poke the face. Unexpectedly, this noodle is like his own body, sticky, and he can't pry it open.

Gritted his teeth and warped for a long time, he was not discouraged, he was on that awkward and stubborn, his nails were red, even if the recognition was weak, he felt pain, and the more frustrated he was, the more courageous he was, he broke a branch from his side, regardless of whether she was disfigured or not, she had to get rid of this broken mask.

After prying for a long time, the flesh of the gold face was squeezed out of the red mark by her, the skin was broken, but there was no blood, gradually, after a period of madness, she slowed down, first looked at the prickly branch in the palm, and there was a half-open pink flower on it, and then I smelled the sweet fragrance of flowers, sycamore flowers?

Suddenly, there was another heartbeat. I was staying on a huge ancient tree, or a plane tree!

What do you mean?

Where is this old lady?

Before he could think about it, he heard a rustling sound, and there seemed to be a man under the tree, who could vaguely see the slender figure and blue robe, and it was a man.

Ah Chun arched her body, skipped the corpse, pouted her ass and poked her head very indecently, but this tree was too tall, even if she opened her eyes, she couldn't see this person clearly, let alone recognize it.

Vaguely, the man seemed to have a head-raising movement, and Ah Chun came to look at each other, she subconsciously shrank her head, thinking that the next second the man could climb the tree and ask, who are you? Why are you here? What do you want to do?

In fact, she wanted to know more than anyone else: Who is the old lady, why is the old lady here, and the old lady doesn't know what she wants to do?

However, it seemed that Fang Cai looked at each other, and did not attract the man's attention, but continued to walk under the tree with his head down for a while, and then found a stone to lift up his robe, and the rules were done.

There is a living person, of course, it can arouse Ah Chun's interest more than a corpse.

After much thought, she decided to shout at the man a few times: "Hey, hey, it's you!

The voice was clearly grinning, and it came out so low that it was fainter than a mosquito humming.

Of course, the man certainly didn't hear it.

So, she waved her hand vigorously, and several times she lost her balance with one hand support, and accidentally lay on the body of Shui Bula, and she tried harder to let the man under the tree see her.

And, in the face of Ah Chun's arms out of thin air, the branches and flowers of this ancient tree were thick, and he couldn't even see a shadow when he stood under the tree.

She is not a person who accepts her fate easily, she will not give up if she does her best, and she will not give up if she does not do anything.

So, I didn't care if I was lying on the corpse, and my two slender arms shook the sycamore branches vigorously. She believed that the force must be very strong, because Fang could easily break the branches.

Because of the excessive force, the sycamore flower did not encounter the reincarnation soul and did not realize the value of life, and was very unwilling to take the arrogant flame, and the lament fell into the sea of flowing waves, and the white smoke made a crackling sound because of the extinguishing of the white smoke. Then, Ah Chun broke off a sycamore branch and aimed it at the man, and threw it over.

It's a pity that the aim is very oblique, and this trick is very smelly and whimsical, because although it does not turn into a fireball like a flower, the branches turn into ashes in the sea breeze at the moment they are thrown.

All of a sudden, Ah Chun was a little discouraged, because, apart from this tree, there seemed to be nothing at hand that could attract the man's attention.

She thought of the corpse crushed beneath her.

He grinned, trying to push the corpse down the tree with himself.

Tragedy has happened! The unbelievable has happened!

This corpse grew on a plane tree!

Or is there a corpse on this plane tree?

Grass! Ah Chun gave up completely and lay her head in the sea of flowers, shaking a large number of petals, and a naughty flower swirled around her nostrils in the drift.

Ahh

Sneezed.

In other words, this sneeze is louder than the shout.

If the crackling of the tree did attract the man's attention at first, he thought it was the wind, but this sneeze, although it was still inaudible, before and after, the mind was sharp, and the man raised his head again.

However, Ah Chun was already tired and panting and didn't want to move, and she didn't notice that her efforts had finally responded. She was so tired, she never thought that she would be so tired and fall asleep so easily.

This sleep is actually not steady, not long, always feel that there is someone in the ear squirming talking, specifically what she slept too deep at first, did not hear anything clearly, and finally woke up irritably, but caught a blue back that had gone away.

It was the man who was under the tree just now, he really came up, and Ah Chun slapped his thigh with regret and fell asleep.

After thinking about it, he looked back and saw that he and the corpse were sleeping in the same direction, could the man not see it? Or did he see it, but he missed it?

It's too oozing, it's too weird, goosebumps are dense from the toes to the scalp, a burst of numbness, followed by another layer.

Well!

Hit a chill!

Finally settled down, and began to look at the scenery that was confined to a radius of five meters.

The sea of flowers where he and the corpse were located seemed to be tailor-made, although there were many flowers elsewhere, there were gaps in every small section, and the strong branches and fragile branches grew crosswise. And the flower clusters and branches under him seem to have grown into a huge, incomparably strong flower bed, pressed by hand, softer and more comfortable than ordinary beds.

And each of these sycamore flowers is more delicate than ordinary sycamore flowers, and reddish, and with a fire that is more erosive than the starlight, in this night, flickering and dimming, like a group of fireflies.

Ah Chun tried to get close to the fire, but there was no burning sensation, and this fire seemed to be a part of her body, sensing the master's breath, desperately trying to please her, licking her fingers, scratching it very it.

Giggled and couldn't hold back, laughed a few times, plucked a sycamore flower, and played the magical and seemingly faint torch in his hand, but once the fire was picked, it was only a moment, and it was extinguished.

Xindao: So weak?

I sat in a daze for a long time, couldn't walk, couldn't do anything, and became more and more bored.

Start thinking.

Who is this corpse?

What is your relationship with this corpse?

What debt makes itself inseparable from the corpse?

Who is the man in blue under the tree?

Thinking about it, I fell asleep unconsciously.