While Sugar Treasure was still happily browsing the immortals to collect intelligence data, Hua Qiangu's nervous wait for Bai Zihua's and slight curiosity had already passed, and her interest in other things born in Yao Chi had passed.

Finally, "stay on the immortal for a long time—"

She heard a noise outside, and everyone stood up.

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The one who was about to become her master......

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Stepping on the breeze slowly descended from the sky.

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The five-color Yao pond water next to the peach blossom forest is quietly rippling in the sea of flowers, and it has not changed for thousands of years. The breeze sets off layers of pink waves, falling flowers are colorful and raining.

Hua Qiangu's body shook slightly, the light as bright and quiet as the moonlight, as if it had passed through the eternity and shot in front of her, so bright and flickering that she could hardly open her eyes.

Bai Zihua slowly walked towards her from the other end of the sky, and the flowers bloomed like the sea, and the breeze passed like waves.

A faint silver halo shrouded the plain white robe around the body, and the hem of the plain white robe was embroidered with silver flowing patterns, which were ingenious and exquisite. One or two pink peach petals fluttered off his shoulders, and the flawless almost transparent palace feathers fluttered in the wind around his waist, showing his elegance and dust. The gorgeous white tassel on the sword hung straight down, swaying like water with the steps, flowing in the air, and seemed to make small waves. The knee-length pitch-black clouds poured out gorgeously and ceremoniously.

All the immortals around him bowed down respectfully and bowed down to him. Even the sea of peach blossoms was piled up with thin waves, chasing his footsteps, jubilantly flying up and down, as if pink clouds were rising under his feet. And the grass he walked on gave birth to a white and undyed lotus flower step by step.

Hua Qiangu panicked for no reason, breathing heavily, afraid that he would suffocate because of forgetfulness. But his eyes did not leave the figure of the unstained dust that was white in the crimson sky.

It seems that this is no longer a feast of immortals, there are no immortals, only picturesque people come out of the painting, surrounded by thousands of pink clouds, and walk forward with a single tree out of the forest overlooking the wind and clouds.

The eyebrows of the astonishing people are clear and arrogant, the face is a little less thin than ordinary people, the eyebrows are red, the mark of the head is faint, but with a cold gaze, it flows like water and the moon, pouring into the heart of Hua Qiangu. The novel was arranged and unconsciously felt a sudden pain. Why?

He cannot be described in any words, and he is not described in any way.

It's just that so elegant, that indifferent, that cold eyes like water, and the coldness revealed in his bones far away, isolates him from the world, and the holy makes people dare not yearn for it at all, and dare not approach it at all.

Yingluo dances lightly and floats with dark fragrance. The light fragrance of the wind gently brushed from the tip of the nose, and the slight itch went from the tip of the nose to the bottom of the heart.

The world is silver......

The world is dark......

The world is golden......

The world is a soft rippling water......

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Bai Zi painted Huangquan Road, next to the Sansheng Stone in the Lechuan River, but I have seen you?

Hua Qiangu was stupid for a long time before he realized that he was sitting under his own tree.

The wind passed over a tree, and the peach blossoms seemed to be blown into the air as fast as they were all jumping, and for a time, thousands of flying flowers were floating and golden.

Gently turning in a circle in mid-air, Hua Qiangu saw Sugar Bao looking at him in shock. Inexplicably, he turned his head to look, and when he reacted, he had already fallen under the tree with the peach petals under his body.

It swirls in mid-air as if it were stepping on a sail. Then it fell straight into the wine cup painted by Bai Zi.

Hua Qiangu lay stupidly on the petals, like a light boat rippling in the wine cup, and the mellow aroma of wine made her a little dazed.

Bai Zihua looked down at her, there was a hint of surprise in her eyes, and the corners of her lips that seemed to be slightly raised were already the biggest expression he could do.

Hua Qiangu began to tremble, more terrifying than any ghost or horror scene she had seen in her life.

Bai Zihua looked at the little insect that strayed into her wine cup, and stretched out two fingers with rare interest to pick her little body up from the wine cup.

I'm going to die, I'm going to die......

Hua Qiangu closed her eyes and kept muttering in her heart.

He actually touched her body with his fingers, and before he could pinch her to death, she herself was already beating so fast that her heart blew herself up.

Put the worm in the palm of his left hand, Bai Zi drew it carefully, and now she was born crystal clear, delicate and cute, and couldn't help but feel pity, stretched out her right hand, and the white and slender index finger gently stroked and rubbed her back and forth on her body twice.

Hua Qiangu bit her lip tightly, her body trembled, and even her soul trembled with it. Feeling the temperature and tenderness of the skin on the fingertips of Bai Zihua's fingertips, everything from the body to the soul will melt into water. Strange and indescribable itching and throbbing erupted from the depths of my heart like a volcano, occupying all corners of my body and soul. She couldn't see anything in front of her anymore, but the comfort and pleasure made her almost cry out.

It would be horrible! If only I died......

Staring at Shirako's painted face so closely, the tip of his nose was almost within reach. Hua Qiangu couldn't hear the sound of her own heartbeat at all, and she couldn't feel that her blood was still flowing.

Bai Zihua pinched her stiff limbs, and suddenly couldn't help but smile slightly. In an instant, time stood still.

Hua Qiangu didn't know that such a person could laugh. The eyes that looked at her lovingly suddenly became extremely bright, like eternal stars, like morning flowers, like sunsets, like grand and gorgeous fireworks, like flowers blooming to the flowers, so that she fell into it without hesitation.

All the tension and insecurity in my heart were soothed, and such a gentle and compassionate smile hit the softest corner of people's hearts, and time and space were disillusioned, and everything became blank. Like rolling thunder, like terrifying waves, the waves are reflected in the peach blossom rain flying in the sky, entangled into the catastrophe of her life.

"Did you accidentally fall off?" he said, his lips shattered.

As he spoke, he raised his glass and drank the liquid from the silver cup - including the peach petals that were still floating in the wine.

Hua Qiangu stayed there and looked at the wine cup, not a drop left, and the pink color was gone.

Bai Zihua lowered his head and gently took a sip of fairy breath at her, and the fragrance of the wine rushed to her face.

Hua Qiangu's whole person was detained, and he looked at the little wetness at the corner of his mouth, and suddenly wanted to lick it. Could it be that you are drunk just by smelling it?

The body began to fly slowly, and suddenly he didn't want to leave the warmth of his palm, and he stretched out his hand to hold it, but it flew higher and higher.

Seeing that the people under the tree were getting farther and farther away from her, she suddenly had a sour nose.

Resting down again, he returned to the branches, lying in a peach blossom, but it was already a big dream.

Hua Qiangu is no longer her own Hua Qiangu.