"Fish Harrier!" he shouted, his voice full of fear: "Squat down!"

I saw that the gray-black fish and bird had its head and neck stretched forward, its feet stretched back, its wings flat, slowly gliding in the air, and a long, hooked giant beak pointed straight forward, splitting the air and making a sharp whistling. But that's not what frightens Forgetfulness. It's so chilling that you can't open your mouth - this fish bird, this guy called "Fish Harrier" is too big!

Fang was far away and didn't feel it, but he immediately saw something unusual, and a black blanket covered it, instantly enveloping the whole daffodil bush. The light dimmed in an instant. Forgetting to say a word, he grabbed me and Kazama, and squatted down to hide among the flowers, but it was too late. The huge fish harrier's body suddenly sank, and it swooped down on us with a huge mouth, her face was cut by the wind, and her eyes were black, and she could only hear a scream from the wind room, and she had been caught by the fish harrier's huge mouth. In my panic, I seemed to hear someone in the distance screaming from someone in the crowd. I saw that the fish harrier spread its broad wings, stretched its long neck, hooked its mouth, shook upward, and swallowed the wind alive!

I stood still, looking up at what was happening. The harrier's throat instantly bulged into a large bag. Where are we? What the hell is going on? My mind was in a daze, and the rain fell from the top of my head to my heels, passing through my body, and my body was numb.

It was dark again, and the whole world couldn't see anything, only a black building with a straight hook coming straight towards me, pushing me away with one hand, only to hear a dumb voice shouting: "Run! Run!! run."

With the force of my hand pushing my hand away, I ran away, my eyes were blurred, and all the noise in my ears had receded, except for the crisp creak of my body hitting the daffodil branches and my feet trampling on the daffodil leaves. The petals were run over by my feet, and the quiet fragrance was accompanied by the juice, and the fragrance was overflowing, and the fragrance was so extreme that it seemed to transform into a wisp of soul-hooking rope, which stumbled and stumbled me, making me gradually slow down.

I couldn't help but look back—the harrier was swallowing, and one of its legs was hanging from its long-hooked beak.

In the distance, the group of purple-shirted teenagers seemed to be screaming in various ways, probably to stop me from spoiling the daffodils. I can't really hear it.

I watched as the fish harrier's throat bulged out with a bigger bag—and I just left the words and Kazama and ran by myself?Where did I go?

I had a certain idea, and I turned around and ran in the direction of the fish harrier and the purple-clothed boys. The fish harrier swallowed two people in a row, stretching its wings, shaking its head and stretching its neck, not beware of me suddenly turning back and running, trying to adjust its huge body, but my body was bulky and difficult to move, I took advantage of this critical moment, and "swished" out from under the wings of the fish harrier.

My target had already been chosen—without hesitation, without leaving the other party any chance to struggle, my blood boiling, my hands and feet like electricity, I flashed past the fish harrier, rushed out of the flowers, ran into the crowd, grabbed the person I wanted, screamed, and lifted my breath. The man didn't expect me to suddenly get into trouble, and his face was stunned, and I dragged him still! Before everyone could react, I grabbed him, leaned over, and rolled him into the daffodils!

He let out a whispered exclamation - it's late, boy. I pressed him under me and rubbed him into the daffodils—can't you set foot here, break the taboo, and see how severely you will be punished!

I glanced at the giant throat of the fish harrier, and I knew that Forgetfulness and Kazama were there. Anger rose from my heart, and evil grew to my guts, and I grabbed the daffodils beside me, uprooted them, and smashed them in the face one by one, shouting, "Let that strange bird spit out my companion!"

The purple-clothed young men exclaimed. The harrier finally adjusted, flapped its wings, and made a gesture to come at me. I pulled the whispering boy past him and held him in front of me. The harrier swooped down and dodged.

"Hurry! hurry up and give the order!" I said, grabbing the boy's arm, gritting my teeth.

Crumpled petals and leaves adorned his bun and face, and his face was white, his eyes were bright, and the lines of his lips were especially delicate—what a beautiful boy! He didn't pay any attention to me, but just stared at a pair of wonderful eyes—he stared at a mess of flowers.

"I don't have the skills to do this—how can the Lord spare me when I am in such a situation?" he whispered softly. His tone was mixed with his slight gasp, inexplicably moving.

"Lord, what Lord! Tell him to come here!" I shouted again. Forget to say that the two of them are holding in the throat of the fish harrier, life and death are in the middle of a second!

The boy reached behind his head, removed the lilac headband that bound his bun, and weighed it slightly in his hand. I watched his strange movements, wondering what he was going to do next. I saw him stretch out two fingers, smooth the hairband, and bow slightly to the young people outside the flowers, and his long black hair fell like a waterfall. Suddenly his fingers rolled around, and before I could see clearly, he used the lilac hairband to tie a knot tightly in the middle of his neck, a dead knot!

The young men shouted loudly outside the flowers: "I can't do it!

This stinky boy is going to kill himself! This unproductive fellow! What kind of lord, what kind of punishment, can scare you like this! What is the fatal thing to step on the daffodil bush, why is this! What if you don't care if you die, and you forget to talk and Kazama! What about your poor parents waiting outside!

I was furious—I had such a peugeot face! Die, you can die later! I saw that this guy named Yasichiro had red cheeks, bloodshot eyes, and rolled eyes, and knew that something was wrong, so I quickly reached out to untie the hairband around his neck. I'm going to tie it so tightly and I'm going to die! I'm not a person! I'm so cruel to myself!

I leaned down in a rage to look for something that could cut the headband, and suddenly I found that the daffodils scattered around me and uprooted by me had fallen into a shiny vial at the root of each plant. I lifted it up and looked closely, only to see that there seemed to be something in the vial, and when I looked closely, the things in the bottle were like beads and mist, wandering in the small space in the bottle, gathering into a bead shape for a while, and then spreading out into a light mist. The bottle is small, falling under the rhizome of the narcissus, and is connected to the narcissus by a small stopper. I couldn't help but be curious, and I reached for the cork.

"Ichiro, you're really a good match. "Out of thin air is a girl's voice. I don't know where it came from, but it seems to come from all directions. The voice is delicate and elegant, and it is indescribably comfortable to listen to. My hand stopped.

"Whose little girl is this, breaking into someone's garden, making a mess, and having a straight face!" followed by a man's voice, the voice was loud, like the sun in the sky, bright and refreshing.

"It's not enough to get into trouble, it's to destroy me...... If I don't stop, I'm really going to be annoyed - I've never liked little girls. The female voice said again. The words are coquettish, half disgusted and half happy, so that people can't hear her true intentions.

"The young man in the eyes of the fish harrier has a rather unusual demeanor. The man continued.

"So, Ichiro, you really know my heart. But you've poked such a big basket, what do you want me to do to you?" the female voice continued unhurriedly, unable to hear her joy or anger.

I hate this side the most in my life, people are about to swallow, their lives are hanging by a thread, and they are still in Yingying Yanyan, hesitating in advance and retreat, even if these two people don't care about forgetting words and living or dying in Kazama, at least this An Ichiro is their person, "Ichiro, Ichiro" is called affectionate, I'm afraid that these two people will come and go again, and "An" Ichiro will become "dead" Ichiro!

It's just that I don't know where the men and women in this conversation are, I looked around, and there was no trace, but the purple-clothed young men by the daffodils frowned, and their faces were respectful and frightened. The fish harrier that stopped in mid-air fell heavily, and its huge, swollen throat could be seen squirming up and down, and its huge mouth was closed, as if it was listening. Yasichiro, who was tied around his neck, was crooked to the side, his eyes half-open, and his tongue was sticking out.

There was no time left! The man and woman did not show up, and they were in a stalemate, forgetting to speak, Kazama, and this Yasichiro would definitely die! Sweat seeped out of my hair. I looked down at the mess of daffodils under my feet, what was so strange about this flower, and the boys were talking about it, and Yasichiro rolled into it, and he was so frightened that he wanted to take his life! This flower, this leaf, this root, this-bottle! The problem must be in this bottle!

I lifted a daffodil, grabbed the root of the flower with one hand, and grabbed the bottle with the other, and without saying a word, I pulled the cork attached to the rhizome with a "poof", only to see the light mist in the bottle overflowing, and dissipated in the air in a blink of an eye. I lifted another plant, and pulled it out again......

"You...... You damn girl!" the woman's voice was no longer delicate, angry and annoyed.

"Stop!" the man stopped as well.

That's right. I didn't pay attention to it, I used my hands and feet together, lifted, pulled out, tossed aside, all in one go. And then come back.

"It really annoys me. As soon as the female voice finished speaking, I felt a great force pull me up from the daffodils, and my eyes were dark, and I only felt that I was thrown high, and after a cloud of fog, I was thrown to the ground. My ass was about to be stomped and bloomed, and I fainted in a sharp pain.

Wake up slowly, the room is bright, and the nose is fragrant. Sore, I propped my elbows and propped myself up—what was this place? It looked like a huge flower room. I endured the pain, moved myself a little bit, and finally stood up straight - oh my God, I was in a snow-white, bright, incomparably spacious rectangular flower room, with clusters of huge bonsai on the left and right, neatly arranged, all the way down with no end in sight. In the middle was a wide passage, and I was standing in the middle of it. Looking ahead, there is no end, and looking back, there is no end.

I slowly moved to a cluster of bonsai by the passageway, and looked down at it—gasp! I must be dreaming! I must be dreaming! The most terrible and weird thing in the world is spread out before my eyes!

I saw a large field of daffodils in the bonsai, dotted with pavilions and pavilions beside the flowers, and a gurgling stream passing through the flowers, and a large group of young men in lilac robes rushing around the flowers. I held back the fear in my heart—that fear was like a small shovel, falling down on my chest, churning with force, causing me to gag for a while, and as I got closer, I held my breath and looked closely, only to see a young man in a purple shirt being dragged to the edge of the flowers, reclining on the ground, his eyes half-closed, as if unconscious, with a lilac ribbon tied around his neck!

！！！

I exhaled and covered my mouth tightly, and the blood all over my body "smacked" and sank towards the soles of my feet. I covered my mouth, dragged my feet, and looked at a bonsai next to me, only to see that this bonsai is also daffodils blooming everywhere, and there are carved beams and paintings next to the flowers, which is very exquisite, but in this bonsai is a group of teenagers dressed in goose yellow clothes, all of them are smiling and smiling, and they are chasing and frolicking up and down the pavilion, a piece of splendid beauty, and the spring is melting.

"Isn't it beautiful?" asked a female voice softly. The voice was so delicate—sharp—that I shivered in pain as if I had been cut, and turned away.

"Isn't it beautiful?" the man's voice asked. There was pride and certainty in his tone.

I looked towards the source of the sound, trembling like a leaf in a cold wind, falling from the air to the ground. The back of a young girl, dressed in a lake-green shirt, stands at the end of the passage.

Wait for me.