Text Chapter 8 This Kind of Thing
As soon as the words came out, Ayane also felt that her voice was a little louder, and her attitude seemed to be quite fierce.
The other party was stunned for a moment when he heard this, but he was still very kind: "It just so happens that I'm going over there too, can I go together?"
Wow, even the sound is super good! In the end, the great immortal who lives in Penglai Wonderland is different from the mountain grass head fairy!
Ayane nodded vigorously, suddenly regretting Fang Cai's recklessness, impulsiveness is the devil.
It's strange to say, Ayane followed this person, and saw that although he was born tall and full of immortal energy, he was afraid that he would have to have a thousand years of cultivation if he didn't say anything, but he was very kind to people, which made people feel cordial at first sight. In particular, he has a special fragrance on his body, which is always faint, different from the grass and trees in the mountains, and has another elegance and tranquility, refreshing people's hearts, so that the original irritable mood has gradually calmed down.
"This Immortal Venerable, dare to ask what kind of incense you smoke on your body? It really smells very good, can you tell me and open my eyes?" Ayane looked at him kindly, and blurted out without thinking too much.
The immortal looked sideways slightly, probably never encountered such a conversation, and groaned slightly:
"I don't know what the fairy is doing when he is looking for Yuelou?"
"Divorce!"
As soon as she mentioned this, Ayane was very angry.
The immortal frowned slightly, "Then why are you alone?"
Ayane sighed, took out the wedding card from her arms and shook it in her hand: "I'm just a nameless little fairy, where can I invite such a great god?"
The immortal glanced at it inadvertently, and his expression froze.
Ayane puffed up and held the post in her hand, not paying attention to the change in his expression: "Are you also a person? What are you doing with Yue Lao? Can't you drink tea and chat?"
"Ugh. ā
The immortal's gaze slowly shifted to other places, and he replied, "Before, I was confused and did something wrong, and I thought that it was not too late, so I wanted to ask him if the old man had a way to remedy it. ā
"Oh. ā
Tsk, the speech is also like this.
Ayane has been a land fairy in the mountains, and has been serving flowers and plants for many years, and suddenly realized that the fragrance on his body is a little like some kind of orchid. Looking at the dress of this immortal again, although the literati and scholars all love orchids, they have never seen orchids everywhere on the sleeves of their robes.
She's not very knowledgeable, but she's not a fool either:
"May I ask what is the name of the Immortal Venerable?"
The immortal hesitated for a moment and said in a low voice, "...... Penglai Yilan Palace, Night Yilan Huajun. ā
Ayane suddenly took half a step forward, stepped forward and grabbed his sleeve:
"IāI've changed my mind!"
There is no such thing as a breath.
Speaking of the beauty of fairyland, Penglai is one of the best in the mortal world. The Yilan Hall is being built in the middle of the mountain, by the mountain and the water, sitting in the forest and watching the sea. Needless to say, the location is excellent, the three main halls and three side halls of blue bricks and tiles are connected by the corridors of white jade railings. Behind the court, a green bamboo is covered, surrounded by a pool of blue water and white lotus; in front of the court, a tree of begonias is as bright as smoke, looking at it by the railing, in front of it is the vast smoke and waves of the East China Sea.
This and this is simply a textbook fairy mansion!
Of course, it is not only the mansion in front of you that is enviable, but also a fairy who is pleasing to the eye. Ayane secretly sighed for a while, and said that this orchid fairy lived to be 10,000 years younger, and she didn't know what she ate to maintain so well......
Yi Lanjun didn't know what was going on in her little head, but she felt that the silence at the moment seemed to make the atmosphere even more awkward. But when you meet it, you can't pretend not to see it, if you don't invite her home for a cup of tea, you will inevitably lose the hospitality of the god of Penglai.
"Well, well, I didn't mean to offend ......"
Yilan Jun thought about it again and again, but he still opened his mouth first, but he didn't expect Ayane to wave his hand:
"No need to explain! Explanation is a cover-up, and a cover-up is a story!"