415 was thrown into the glazed pool
Walking across the white bridge, bypassing the complex and beautiful palaces, the dignified and atmospheric scene gradually spreads out in front of you.
Layer upon layer, clouds swirled around like cotton balls.
The hazy scenery in the distance became clearer and clearer, and when he noticed Si Di's following, Han had a slight joy in his heart, but he didn't say anything, with a cold face, he carried Tong to the destination.
The empty fairyland, surrounded by only snow-white clouds, is in it, I don't know what day it is.
Continuing to fly, at a bridge far away from the main palace, I finally saw a flower the size of a human form.
The flower, whose name she couldn't tell, was asleep with her eyes closed.
The big mouth was jagged and tightly closed.
The water in the pond is transparent and clear, like a streamer of sugar dotted with stars, and it looks beautiful, elegant, clean and deep.
It is like an upside-down canopy, containing all the good things in it.
The flowing water of the pool, from pink to turquoise, and then to a faint sky blue, all the elegant, brilliant colors, can be seen in this pool.
Kiri, holding the flower pot tightly, was gently placed on the ground by the cold.
"Do you throw it or do I throw it?"
An indifferent voice sounded, and even though Kiri shrunk his neck, he could hear Han's words that were as light as a golden hammer.
The water in the glazed pond was awakened by the cold words, and quickly circled around the flowers, and huge circles bloomed under the flowers one by one.
As if with suction, the mist dissipated in an instant.
The flowers of the entire pool, opening those eyes as bright as stars, one after another, flashed like the mysterious essence behind the cards.
The pink flowers, with a big sigh, gradually rose from the pool, the body expanded more and more, the stem continued to elongate, and the big jagged face seemed to be attached to Tong's body in the next second.
Fortunately, Tong is the son of the divine realm, and the spiritual power on his body is pure, so the flowers just watched quietly and did not dare to get close.
Tong sat on the steps by the glass pond with some anger, and hugged the flower pot tightly with his two arms.
There was still some naΓ―ve stubbornness on his face, because he was angry, he didn't even call Han his sister, but called him by his name.
"Cold, I won't throw it, and I won't allow you to throw it. β
Han Jiang's long sleeves were slightly raised, and with a domineering aura, a sharp palm wind struck towards Tong.
"You can try, you can beat me, and this pot will be kept. β
Han was a little frightened to avoid Kiri's attack, his body was slightly crooked, and he almost fell into the glass pool.
Seeing that Tong's body was unstable, Si Di was worried about the flower pot in his hand, so he quickly flew over and took Tong in his arms steadily.
The flower pot that was originally hugged by Tong fell from Tong's arms so inadvertently.
The beautiful streamer, in a few stunned sights, quickly slid down, fell, and then was swallowed by a big face plate.
With a bang, Si Di's pale face, almost bloodless, looked like a ghost wandering in the underworld for thousands of years.
Tong's immature and lovely face was full of grievances and pain, and he cried bitterly when he looked at the flower pot that could no longer be found.
The cry spread from one end of the palace to the other, and the Jade Emperor in the main palace shook his head with a slight sigh, and looked at the emperor mother beside him, and the two laughed softly.
The cute baby opened his eyes and looked at everything curiously, and the cute cherry mouth opened slightly, and he sighed playfully, and then fell into a deep sleep.
Han clapped his palms lightly and turned around to leave.
"Flowers, flowers, my flower pots, you open your mouth, your mouth open!"
Kiri, tentatively approached the flower, and no matter how much she called, the flower's closed mouth did not open again.
Tong approached the flower again with some reluctance, and the eyes that were originally closed opened instantly, and the colorful colors suddenly magnified and looked a little crazy.
The flowerpot the size of the arms disappeared in front of me.
The flower opened her mouth slightly and exhaled a turbid breath, and Tong hurriedly retreated with some fear.
Then he quickly turned around and grabbed the corner of Han's clothes.
"Flower pots, my flower pots, you return my flower pots. β
There is no way to take the flowers in the glazed pond by yourself, but you can still find Han to settle accounts.
The cold and faint eyes fell on Tong's body, and Tong shrank back his palm a little, and looked at the cold with some aggrieved eyes.
"You give me back the pot. β
The sound grew quieter, and the flowers cooed and swallowed.
Si Di's pale face was unprovoked with a touch of resentment.
The familiar breath, if you guessed correctly, is obviously on the flower pot.
But no one has ever seen anything in the Divine Realm again.
The pupils, which had been clear and deep, flashed a faint nonchalant flush after the only hope appeared and disappeared.
The ruddy with two points of strangeness and madness, as soon as the shadow arrived at the glazed pool, he saw Si Di raise his palm and wave it into the glazed pool.
Ying walked two quick steps and came to Sidi's side with a worried look on his face.
"Sidi Immortal Monarch, you can't do it!"
Sidi Immortal Jun, who was already snubbed because of the battle of demons, if he made a fuss in this God Realm Glazed Pond at this moment, the end would only be worse.
It doesn't matter if the immortal monarch cultivates deeply, in addition to the problem, it will be himself who will suffer.
Thinking of this, Shadow leaned over to Si Di and whispered in a low voice.
The sharp palm wind flew out, the flowers were cut in half, and the green liquid sprayed into the pool, instantly turning into a transparent color.
"Stand down!"
Indifferent words, without any hint of negotiation.
There was nothing to see at the incision except liquid, which made Si Di's originally cold heart sink for two points.
The hope that was hard to find turned into nothingness in an instant at this moment.
On Si Di's tough face, there was a hint of sadness.
The pain, violently throbbing in the chest, could not be subsided for a long time.
The pain in the heart even involved the nerves in the palms, and the whole body seemed to be numb and painful like pins and needles.
The original two halves of the flower regrew again, and the good serrated mouth reflected in Sidi's almost crazy ruddy eyes, which was unbearable.
The weakly drooping palm was raised again, and the shadow was a little afraid of Sidi's angry emotions, and silently retreated to the side, not daring to say anything.
Han looked at Si Di's movements from afar, and two traces of gratuitous jealousy appeared in his puzzled eyes.
Why do both the younger brother and the Si Di Tuo care so much about a flower pot, it's just an empty flower pot for nothing, I don't know what's good.
It seems that Sidi Immortal Jun is planning to retrieve the flower pot from the glazed pond, but this glazed pond has grown in the divine realm for ten thousand years, how can it be so easy to approach.
"What does Sidi Xianjun mean by this? I kindly advise Xianjun, this glazed pond is not the bamboo forest or pine and cypress in Xianjun's backyard, if you want to destroy it, you only need to move your fingers. This is the realm of the gods, no longer the realm of the underworld and the human realm, and the immortal monarch still knows something about himself. β
I shouldn't be nosy, but that heart-warming feeling really bothered me.
In this case, saying a word or two more, and waking up this immortal who obviously looks gentle but is actually reckless, can be regarded as pushing the boat down the river.
With a hint of surprise, Kirimoto looked at the regrown flowers, and once again dimmed.
Squatting next to the glass pool, he didn't say a word, ignoring the cold and impersonal cold.