As a person from Strange Flower Valley, anything he holds is probably poisonous. Cheng Yitian cared about Yan Wushuang, and still blocked Yan Wushuang behind him.

The two old peasants did not react, and walked in a hurry, passing by.

Only then did Cheng Yitian regain the distance between him and Yan Wushuang.

"Shuang'er," he thought deeply, and said a little heavily, "this place is not suitable for you. ”

Yan Wushuang straightened his back: "I am Shangguan Jiannan's daughter, whether it is suitable or not, I will come." ”

Cheng Yitian couldn't help laughing.

Yes, how could Shangguan Jiannan's daughter stay out of this disturbing matter? Moreover, he also thought about taking advantage of her feelings-

Standing opposite, looking at each other, Cheng Yitian looked at this bright and sweet girl again. In addition to pity, gradually, there was already a little more vigilance than respect.

As a result, the floating laughter becomes unpredictable, detached and meaningful.

Yan Wushuang is exquisitely clear, how can he not feel it? The sweet taste has not been tasted for long, and he has been estranged from him unconsciously, how can this not make the young girl's heart sad?

It's just that the reality is like this, and she has to face it squarely.

I walked from this hut to the hut, and walked through three in a row, but I didn't find the spruce. Cheng Yitian's cadence under his feet was obviously faster. Come to the fourth room. This room is a bit special compared to other rooms. The other wooden houses are made of pine, and the yellow pine color is still revealed when tung oil is applied. However, this wooden house is made of a very special white oak. The hard wood has more texture, and the whitish color has a more pure and romantic taste.

There are more chrysanthemums in full bloom here, red, yellow, purple and green...... Colorful flowers.

The hidden village of Yishan and the mansion of Yuezhou, there are many rare flowers and trees, Jianzhuang is a famous village in the world, and the good varieties of these flowers have never been seen.

However, in this poor and remote country, in the mountains, in a valley of strange flowers, these beautiful flowers are also grown. Look at this one, it is the famous purple dragon lying snow, and next to it is actually the Xiangshan young phoenix. Looking at the other side, the yellow cologne whisker and the white fragrant snow sea are also rare famous species. As for the unique green peony, Yan Wushuang remembered that in the past few years, his mother Yan Susu personally supervised the cultivation of florists, and she did not succeed in cultivating it for three years. Here, this rare green chrysanthemum blooms so brilliantly.

Who, and why, could such a place be filled with such beautiful flowers?

Yan Wushuang was full of suspicion, got up from the flowers, looked back, but saw Cheng Yitian standing behind him looking very unhappy.

The white house, the colorful chrysanthemums - others don't know, of course Cheng Yitian knows who prepared it, and what that person is for.

The Sang Yue people, the owner of the Strange Flower Valley, who have died, have been deeply concerned about it since they accidentally encountered the spruce that was calculated by the road bandits. Such a distinctive house must have been built by him especially for spruce. Spruce entered the Valley of Strange Flowers in the first year, left in the middle of the year, and now returned here, just in time for the chrysanthemum feast that the man had specially prepared for her.

Compared with the Sang Yue people, Cheng Yitian had to reflect on himself. After reuniting with Spruce, what did he do specifically for Spruce, but he just drove her out of Yicheng and then relied on her to complete his mission.

This beautiful chrysanthemum shows the sincere and warm love of another man. On the other hand, isn't it his inaction?

Isn't he very affectionate?

Cheng Yitian strode towards the white room. The door was not closed at all, and two old women came out of it and barricaded him out.

Cheng Yitian softened his voice and said softly, "I'm here to ask to see Miss Yun." The old woman could not hear it, but he pointed to himself, and then to the inside of the room, and then to the word "cloud." The old women seem to understand whether they understand or not, but they are not sideways.

This is the meaning of inviting him in.

Cheng Yitian's heart was wide, and he didn't forget to look back, and then took Yan Wushuang into the white oak house together.

Surprisingly, the white oak house was hung with red colors, and a group of people were doing a happy event. A woman wearing a big red veil sat with her back to him, and Cheng Yitian was facing him, it was a man. The man was smiling, his pale skin exactly the same as he remembered—

Sangyue people!

Cheng Yitian was shocked, ran over, and looked back. It was the spruce wearing a red wedding dress and a big red veil, and the swaying light of the red candles painted with gold made her face red.

In a hurry, Cheng Yitian grabbed her hand: "What do you mean? Why are you with him-" The hand pointed to Sang Yueren, but his eyes were staring at her.

Spruce looked at him coldly: "Can you manage it?" Slightly sideways and a slight glance, "After avoiding trouble with your eldest lady of Jianzhuang, let's go out quickly." ”

"Do you know what happened before I came in?"

Spruce did not answer.

Cheng Yitian's thoughts flew around, and they were clear.

Spruce is excellent in light skills, maybe not as good as Sui Ying's impermanence, but the speed of his body is better than his.

Everything outside the forest must fall into her eyes.

She actually put on a wedding dress, and the object was the Sangyue people. Cheng Yitian cared about it, he forgot the most important key, and pulled it hard, pulling the spruce from the ground to stand up.

"Come with me!"

"I don't want it!"

"Come with me, go to Yishan, I can protect you too!"

"Does the Blade protect me? or is the Soul Chaser Claw loyal to me as it is to you?"

Cheng Yitian choked on the question.

Spruce shook his hand off his wrist with a hard flick. A contemptuous look flew into his face like a blade: "To put it bluntly, you can't protect yourself, what can you do to ensure my safety?"

Cheng Yitian swore an oath: "I have announced to the whole Jianghu that I will accept you into Yicheng." Hold her hand, "Yicheng recruits visitors from the rivers and lakes, no matter what background they came from before or what background they came from later, they didn't see anyone else. ”

"Then what does this Miss Yan say?"

Cheng Yitian lost his voice again.

She ......" held back for a long time before he came up with a word.

Spruce had patience and waited quietly for him to explain to himself: "You brought her to Lotus Township and into this Strange Flower Valley, not just to convince her father so that the Sword Village of the No. 1 Village in the world can stand in the same camp as you, right?"

The all-revealing sarcasm stimulated Cheng Yitian to blush.

Cheng Yitian couldn't help but be a little angry: "What's the matter?"

"I don't accept it. ”

"Why?"

Spruce glanced at Yan Wushuang quickly, and then returned to face up: "I would rather choose the Sang Yue people, and be dedicated to me wholeheartedly from one to the end!"

The word "death" of "unswervingly" suddenly lit up Cheng Yitian's mind. "What did you just say?" he asked quickly.

The spruce was slightly stunned.

He suddenly let go of her hand and slapped his palms hard: "How did I forget? Sang Yue Ren is dead!" ran to the "Sang Yue Man" and pressed his hand on his shoulder. The shot is soft, but the further down you go, the harder it feels. Peel off the garment, revealing a piece of wood. Scratch it in the face again, oh, don't doubt it. The spruce, who was already very good at disguise, was stunned to dress up a piece of wood in the appearance of a Sangyue person.

Ignoring Yan Wushuang in front of him, he ran back to the spruce and picked it up from the ground.

Spruce embarrassment: "Let me go!"

"I won't let go!"

"Oops-" He spun around, and she had to reach out and wrap her arms around his neck. In a flash, he saw Yan Wushuang's pretty face being snow-white. Spruce is not a shallow person, there is no pride, and he can't stop apologizing. The resentment of being teased by Cheng Yitian disappeared, and the strong inferiority complex generated in the face of the identity of "Miss Jianzhuang" also faded a lot in Cheng Yitian's affection.

"Put me down. The words that restored softness made Cheng Yitian's heart bloom.

Cheng Yitian had no one else in his eyes, and smiled: "It's good that you don't blame me anymore." ”

Spruce buried his head in his neck shyly: "Of course." Then he begged again, "Let me go." ”

The big red in the room remained in Yan Wushuang's mind, and even if he came out, he couldn't ease his mind from that intensity. Sitting on the grass by the chrysanthemum bush, she glanced back from time to time, imagining that he and that "she" had probably replaced the original fake show, and really worshipped in that enthusiasm.

Cui Ping once said that Brother Yitian's Yun girl was an ordinary-looking woman. Cuiping, that girl, how can she open her eyes and say such nonsense?

How can the appearance of the spruce cloud girl be described by the word "usual"?

Even if she is not gentle and amiable enough, from seeing herself to taking the initiative to come out, she looks cold, her eyes are sharp and her expression is extremely unfriendly, but she is also a real beauty.

That nose and that eye are all in vain for the deceased Lord of the Strange Flower Valley to build such a good house for her and plant so many beautiful flowers for her. Even though he was dead, the former Strange Flower Valley Lord had left a lot of means to block countless people who came to seek trouble.

The poison that can turn living creatures on the crane grass -

And the poison that turns the trees blue in the black pine forest—

No wonder Brother Yitian can't control it like that......

And what makes Yan Wushuang the most uncomfortable: You must know that from beginning to end, Brother Yitian didn't have any such affection for himself.

Inside the room, Cheng Yitian and Spruce just sat opposite each other. The spruce had changed into a normal style of aqua red clothes, and Cheng Yitian had taken the place of the wooden dummy.

After a long day, both of them felt that their thoughts were gradually full, and at this moment there was only endless satisfaction in their hearts.

There is no need to communicate, just looking is enough.

After a while, Cheng Yitian said: "The mother-in-law in Hedong Village is dead. ”

Spruce snorted, "I know." ”

"Did you go then?"

Spruce whispered in agreement.

"Why, then?" Why didn't he come out to worship when he was there, when he saw the grass ghost woman die, and when he saw him burying the lonely old man?

Spruce said, "Something happened. After a pause, he continued, "The couple at Ruyimen died, you know?"

Cheng Yitian was really shocked.

Spruce smiled bitterly: "Died from a very pure purple yang palm." Gazing at Cheng Yitian, "It's Ziyang Palm, Brother Yitian, have you heard of this martial art?"