Momoori flew to the side of the snow lotus, squatted down, a shallow smile rose at the corner of her lips, she leaned over and said, "Little Flower Spirit, my friend is now deeply poisoned and needs you to detoxify her, can you help me?"

Momoori's expression was sincere, but the flower spirit turned its head around its chest and turned its head away, and it said coldly: "Hmph, it's your friend, not my friend, why should I save it!"

"You're so bad. ”

"It's just, it's really bad. ”

"It's really bad, it's really bad"

......

The group of flower spirits began to scramble again, the scolded flower spirit, the ears were about to be deaf, she covered her ears, and said impatiently: "Oh, don't make any noise! I'll save me, I can't help you!"

The thousand-year-old flower spirit glared at Momoori, and pointed at her with some reluctance and said, "Hey, why don't you take this lotus heart quickly, remember to feed it directly into her mouth." ”

"Okay, thank you then. Momoori was overjoyed, but she didn't expect this flower spirit to agree.

"Hmph, it's really troublesome, and I have to re-cultivate a new lotus. ”

Momoori stretched out her hand to pluck the lotus heart in the middle of the snow lotus, and after the thousand-year-old snow lotus arrived, she asked the other flower spirits around her, "Except for those who are more than a thousand years old, are there people who are more than five hundred years old?"

"Me. ”

"Me. ”

"I, I, I. ”

......

The flower spirits were noisy like children again, and Momoori randomly picked one flower at random, and also plucked its lotus heart. Their goal this time has been achieved, and Yu Wenche's Qingxin ballad has also happened to come to an end. On the lotus pond, Momoori walked towards him with a lotus heart on both sides and smiled at him with satisfaction.

The mist of the lotus pond is hazy and illusory, and the people in front of him are about to leave, Momoori slowly crosses the lotus pond, and her beautiful face is gradually clear, and the temperature of the lotus pond makes Momoi's cheeks a little abnormally red, like a drunk beauty, smiling and smiling between the long eyelashes, which seems to provoke endless charm.

"What's the daze, this is the thousand-year-old snow lotus, you take it to save the princess, and the other one, I want to take it to the spring joy of the yamen, she is also innocent. Momoori said seriously, although Chunxi's life is not as delicate as Yu Wenqing's, but in Momoori's eyes, this is also a human life, and Chunxi is still injured because of the pure dust bead, so it is more or less related to her, so she can't sit idly by and ignore Chunxi.

However, Chunxi's state is better than Yu Wenqing's, at least she is still awake now, so it should be more than enough for Xue Lian to save her for more than five hundred years.

"You mean, we're going our separate ways, aren't you?" Listening to Momoori's words, Yu Wenche suddenly felt a little unhappy in his heart, he who was playing gently a moment ago, at this time he stared at Momoori with a cold eye and a straight face, his temper was unpredictable, and Momoori naturally saw it.

Momoori said in a voice: "You save your sister, I will go to the yamen to save Chunxi, and go their separate ways? ”

"That's not at all. Yu Wenche asked with a frown.

"It doesn't matter if it's or not, it's important to save people!"

"No, you must go into the palace with me to rescue Qing'er first, and after Qing'er is well, we will go to the yamen together. Yu Wenche said in a commanding tone.

"Huh?" Momoori looked at Yu Wenche inexplicably, what kind of logic is this, isn't it faster to save people separately?

Momoori suddenly thought of something, and said in disbelief: "No, His Royal Highness King Li, you still doubt me!"