A strand of hair tied with a red rope fell on the bamboo, Yiren had gone, and Yu Qingsi sent her affection.

She is indeed using Lu Qi's words, these days together, she doesn't believe that he is the kind of person who lingers in the flowers, and he can see some of his temperament from daily life.

Chun Tao is such a fat girl, her mother died early, there is only an honest father and a naughty brother, and they live in Xiaolizhuang, not Xiaohezhuang at all, that Xiaolizhuang is 108,000 miles away from this Acacia Mountain.

But Lu Qi didn't know anything about this, how could he be Chun Tao's husband?

And he doesn't know how to paint at all, the portrait under the pillow of Chun Tao, and the portrait of Aunt Chun Yicheng on the wall, are not from Lu Qi's hand, although I don't know where it came from, but it may have nothing to do with him.

It's a pity that she just came down the mountain at the time, and she was simple-minded, and she believed in Chun Tao's ghost.

What's more, with the appearance of the young master of his demon world, what woman can't find it, and she wants to provoke the aunt who sells osmanthus cakes in Chunyi City? And no matter whether she has a husband in the family, just because of her age, Lu Qi can call her "mother", he won't be so serious, right?

She didn't know why she cared so much about Lu Qi's emotional entanglements with other women, before she met him, she had a very bad impression of him, but it was only a few days, and she couldn't wait to defend him.

What kind of person is he, and what does he have to do with her?

Was it because he kissed her when he was drunk? Or was it because he cooked deliciously?

The twig picked up the green silk from the bamboo, held it in the palm of his hand, closed his eyes and concentrated, and silently recited the spiritual transformation technique in his heart.

Spiritualization, objectifying people is different from materializing things, turning things only needs to silently recite what to turn into something, just like she gave Jiang Lian biochemical clothes, just need to pinch the trick and recite a mantra, and then think about turning bamboo leaves into robes.

Not only is it more difficult to transform a person, but you also need to know the source of this thing, just like the strand of hair in the palm of your hand, you must know whose head it is pulled from in order to transform into the illusion of that person.

Last time, when Xiaozhi was in a hurry, Xiaozhi silently recited: Wang Yitong's junior sister.

After that, he silently recited: Terran twig.

She later thought that Wang Yitong must have more than one junior sister, so this one is invalid.

That girl is also called Twig, yes, but is she a human or not?

The wind and rain are dashing, as if this acacia mountain will not be washed away.

The twig clenched his palms and said silently: Fairy twig.

The hair on her palms was gone! Although Xiaozhi had already guessed, when her palms became empty, her heart still missed a beat.

Slowly opened his eyes, only to see a woman in white sitting on a stone bench in the courtyard, looking at the gray sky on the courtyard wall in a daze.

The woman is shrouded in a faint blue halo, which is not invaded by wind and rain, and has a sense of safety.

Sure enough, the twig collapsed, and he didn't even wear shoes, and walked into the rain.

Xiaozhi didn't dare to touch this illusion again, she was here, and the illusion was naturally very fragile.

The phantom's hand rested casually on the stone table, and Twig squatted down and saw that there was also a red fleshy mole in her palm.

There is no need to doubt it anymore, Xiaozhi sat paralyzed in the mud, and his heart was flustered, what was going on?

Lu Qi said: She is you, you are her.

The old problem was committed again, the pain of drilling the heart hit, the twig covered the heart, fell down on the stone bench, and the illusion instantly turned into a little green smoke and dissipated in the heavy rain.

The wind and rain split her head and covered her face, making people have nowhere to hide, and the twig was soaked, and her face couldn't tell whether it was rain or tears.

Outside the wall, Lu Qi leaned against the hard and cold white wall, his feet were in the mud, the hem of his white clothes was stained with black mud, the wound on his back oozed bright red blood, his clothes were soaked, and the blood fainted, staining the white wall behind him.

He was embarrassed as if he had just lost a battle.

The mountains are full of smoke and rain, and the world is vast.

Why do you do this to him?

Wasn't it painful enough 10 years ago? Why should he be subjected to this pain again?

The heart-eating pain is on her, why not on him?

With a "squeak", the courtyard door was opened, and the twig held the peach blossom umbrella and fell into the mountain wind and rain.

She stumbled down the mountain, no longer paying attention to the lightning and thunder on the next mountain, and didn't notice Lu Qi, who was leaning against the courtyard wall and staring at her in a daze.

She's finally leaving.

This stupid girl forgot to use rain shelter again.

Lu Qi raised his hand and pinched it, and the overwhelming rain stopped in a moment, as if he had been wronged, and the child who cried bitterly wiped away his tears.

The thunder is far away, and the mountain wind gradually stops.

However, the mountains and forests are still wet, and from time to time raindrops roll down from the branches, hitting the umbrella and ticking.

Twig slipped and fell many times, and finally found the grass where he met the mushroom spirit that day.

She threw her umbrella and knelt on the ground, pulling her hands through the grass, while calling out, "Mushroom essence, mushroom essence, where are you? Come out quickly, I need your help with something?"

A small man the size of a palm, holding on to a leaf, slowly paced out from behind the stump, and exclaimed, "Why are you here again?

Xiao Zhi hurriedly crawled over and said hurriedly: "Do you know which family in Jiangtang City the young master of the Demon Realm goes to every time he goes down the mountain?"

"This ......" The mushroom spirit touched his chin, frowned and thought for a moment, and said, "I really don't know this, do you know?"

At this time, several little heads poked out from the grass next to them, and they all shook their heads, and the mustache mushroom spirit said: "If you go and ask the land lord, he must know." ”

"Where's the land?"

"Well, walk along this mountain road, turn two corners, and you will see a land temple, where the land lord lives. Scarface Mushroom Essence showed Twig a way.

The mustache said enthusiastically: "You can bring incense paper offerings, this land lord of Acacia Mountain is a snob, if you don't give him an offering, you will smash his temple door, and he will not come out." ”

Twig shook her head, where did she go to find incense paper offerings?

"Come on, come, I'll show you another way, from here to the south, there is a cemetery, you go to the grave to steal some paper, money, incense and candles, and then go to find the land. ”

"This, isn't it good?" Xiaozhi hesitated a little, "Do you have to make paper money and incense candles?"

"What do you have? Scarface simply put the leaves on his head on the blades of grass and sat down.

Xiaozhi thought for a while, took out a red bean fruit from the bamboo basket, and asked, "Is this feasible?"

Scarface, who had just sat down, jumped up from the leaves, and the other mushroom spirits all stared at the red bean fruit in Xiaozhi's hand with wide eyes. They are the essence of plants and trees, and naturally know that the fruit in her hand is a rare treasure in the world.

The saliva from the mushroom spirits was about to drown themselves, and Xiaozhi was not a person without eyesight, so he gently put the red bean fruit on the grass and said, "Do you want to eat it?" ”

The mushroom spirits nodded in unison: Think about it......

"Is it enough? Not enough for me?" Although there are more than a dozen mushroom essences, they are all only the size of a palm, but I don't know how much to eat?

The mushroom spirits nodded in unison again: Enough is enough......

This kind of baby, for a little elf like them, one bite is enough, and I'm afraid that something will happen.

If you don't digest it, wouldn't it be sad if you explode and die.

Read the latest chapter of a branch of acacia simmered red beans Please pay attention to Lao Yu ()