Chapter 410: The Young Master of Wanyun (24) The Mysterious Portuguese Garden

Under the vines, the green grass moved, as if something was slowly crawling in the grass, was it the bewitching saint who fell in the grass?

No, the bewitching saintess was still crawling not far away, lying on a green velvet carpet dotted with a few small golden flowers. The graceful curves are like a colored ridge among the green grass, beautifully blocking a piece of green.

The velvet grass under the vine is still moving, stretching and stopping, as if it is very alert, and the shadow of this vine seems to have darkened. A string of amethyst green jade shadows suddenly became crystal transparent, like crystal carvings, watery eyes, and the shadow of a saint waking up flashed in the crystal light of the jade. It was as if countless glamorous saints were lying in the green arms.

Then countless crystals changed their images, and in each crystal was a vine leaf Portuguese shadow. The hundreds of acres of vineyards around it are all covered in crystal green eyes.

The grass moved quickly, and instantly reached the sleeping saint's side. Hmmm, five withered yellow vine roots protruded from the grass. Like a hand, he grabbed the saint's loose hair.

Her hair tightened, and the saint seemed to feel a trace of pain in her dream, and snorted. The grass under the saint took on life, and slowly straightened up, and the saint floated in the green grass waves. Glide quickly in the direction where the vine roots are pulling.

Suddenly, the saint's colorful skirt flew towards the sting. Fall into a patch of tender yellow green furry flowers. The furry flowers bloom on the meadow with a moist mist, and the turquoise leaves are composed of dozens of small leaves, like a weaving shuttle, with a tendon in the middle of the leaf that strings the small leaves together. Each shoot and leaf edge is thorny.

The body of the saint fell into the furry flower, and the leaves of the furry flower closed violently along the leaf axis, and the countless spikes on the leaves pierced into the body of the saint like rows of rigid teeth. The body of the saint contracted. Sleeping eyelids don't open in pain.

After a slender suck, the round curve of the saint deflated. The leaves of the vine seemed to sway gently in the breeze, and the raindrops rolled down the crystal-like emerald green, falling drop by drop on the shriveled colored dress, and instantly burrowed into the skirt, and slowly the colored dress dissolved, turning into droplets of colored droplets, one by one, along the disturbed leaves, into the mouth of the grass. Soon the figure of the saintess in the furry flower disappeared. Only the shy leaves are closed.

There was a snap, and a small sound echoed among the vines. The closed, small red thorny leaves snapped open the closed veins. A blood-red mist wafted out from between the leaves. Wisps flew into the leaves.

With a hiss, the green leaves turned maroon-red. The crystal jade of the Portuguese crystal lost its transparency, and violently oozing red, restoring the Portuguese crystal of amethyst green jade, dissolving into the blood red color, dark red like agate. As if about to drip blood, strings of vine branches were sunk.

"Senior sister, what kind of voice, do you see a good Portuguese crystal. Pulled off the rattan, why are you so excited, no one will rob you!" A beautiful saint woman smiled softly.

After waiting for a long time, the senior sister did not reply. "Senior sister. Senior sister," the Qingli Holy Maiden shouted a few more times.

"What are you shouting, little sister". A saintess in pink armor floated over.

"Senior Sister Tong, why are you like a soul. Scared the hell out of me. I was calling Senior Sister Tao, but she never answered me." As she spoke, the Qingli Saintess kept patting her towering chest.

"She, she was still humming a little song just now, and she didn't know where Lu Daomei went. Let's go, it's almost over, call out to them, and we'll wait for them outside the vineyard." Senior Sister Tong said with a smile.

"Let's go". "Senior sisters, Senior Sister Tong and I are waiting for you—." After the Qingli Holy Maiden shouted sweetly, she and Senior Sister Tong floated out of the Portuguese garden.

As soon as the two saints came out of the vineyard, the three saints appeared. "Senior Sister Tao?" asked the Holy Maiden Qingli. Several saints were stunned.

"I'll call her," Qingli said.

An indifferent magnetic voice rang out. "Several holy sisters, one of the holy sisters said that there was a hurry to leave, let me tell you."

The five saints glanced at the little saint priest shaking a skull fan in the grass. Thin eyebrows furrowed. "Senior Sister Tao is really, she is in such a hurry, so she left without saying a word."

"Then it is needless to say, Hui Shenglang has gone, or something is so urgent, I am afraid that we will know the Tao and let a little saint who looks at the garden change the word." Senior Sister Tong grinned.

"How dare she have that guts, she is not afraid that the master will break her legs, let's go, let's go back first." The five holy maidens flew away with their chatters.

The purple glow hung faintly on the mountain peaks, the crimson clouds gradually turned into dark shadows, and a few lonely stars shimmered with fragile light, immersed in the soft, crystalline night.

The little saint who delivered the meal moved to Caoyao, glanced at Fan Yan with a nervous expression, opened his mouth as if he was about to say something, put down the food box and said something. "When you're done eating, don't walk around." The dodge is gone.

Fan Yan stared indifferently at the black shadow in the distance, locked his brows, lowered his head and reached out to grab the food that was difficult to swallow. Only a lonely night crystal lit up in the empty field, compared to the noisy buildings hundreds of feet away, this place is too lonely. The nearby scene was hidden in the black night outside the white light, and a clear black shadow could be seen from a distance, leaning on the stone pillar, half-fascinated as if it had fallen asleep.

After a long time, the night crystal was extinguished, and the whole field was pitch black, as if it had been heavily smeared, and even the glimmer of the stars became dim.

A dark shadow disappeared in a flash, and a pair of dark blue eyes appeared in the vineyard, these eyes were like two immobile ghost fires, and the blue death light was released in the darkness. The ghostfire moved slowly, and the ghost generally stopped under a vine.

An angry flame erupted from the blue eyes, like a burst of blood, staining the night with a red and black glow. Gritted his teeth. "Who, who stole my essence blood, who stole my essence blood".

Then the ghostly eyes flashed in the vineyard, one moment east, one moment west, and every tall and low piece of grass searched. Bursts of panting sounds, pulling the bagpipes in the dark night.

The bright red morning sun rises from the horizon, and a drop of dew hangs from the leaves, shining with a colorful light. The faint fragrance of vegetables blew away with the vaporization of dew drops and the morning breeze, blowing a pair of distracted eyes and blowing up a few strands of scattered long hair.

Fan Yanmu sat down, and after searching for half a night yesterday, the sleeping saint still hadn't been found. Fan Yan was confused.

A group of saints appeared in front of the pavilion hundreds of feet away. "The old butler came out. ”

A skinny old man, stretching his bark lines, flashed out of the ancient pavilion with a smile. "Oh, Yang Qing Messenger, what wind blew you here. Hurry up, please in the building".

"Old Steward, yesterday my disciple Tao Xiu came to you to pick Portuguese crystals, and he has not returned to the Desire Heart Cave, what the hell is going on." Yang Qing said.

"How is this possible, didn't you go with those holy friends yesterday?" said the old saint priest.

"Who said that, Senior Sister Tao disappeared when she was picking Portuguese crystals in your vineyard." A beautiful saint said.

"There is such a thing, please wait a moment for the Yang Transmission Gong Envoy." After saying that, the old saint turned over, and his face immediately turned iron-blue, and an ominous premonition rose from his heart. Flashed into the ancient pavilion and stopped at a place of light mask. Gently tapped the reticle, and a red dot flickered on the reticle.

The old saint sneered, and his eyes became deep. "Xuangu has sucked blood".

"What should I do?" The old sage's head was bigger. I obviously sensed that the little saint was still alive. "Xuanlu" turned into blood crystals, and it seems that the saint surnamed Tao must have been sucked by "Xuanlu" yesterday. The old saint was a little dumbfounded. After rolling his eyes for a long time, he gritted his teeth. "Yang Chuangong envoy, please go to the pavilion to talk."

Yang Qing frowned. Dodge into the building.

The old saint bowed deeply. "The Yang Chuan Gong Envoy is not secret, your disciple is no longer there."

"What do you say". Yang Qing's eyes were as wide as copper bells, and her beautiful face changed in an instant. Gritted teeth. Say it word by word. "You say it again".

Even the old saint's head was oozing sweat. "Yang Qing Transmission Envoy, you can go back and ask your master, and she will tell you where your disciple went."

"You ......". Yang Qing wanted to get angry, but when she heard the master, Yang Qing chuckled in her heart again. The master has always taken great care of this old saint named Guan Xue. Almost every month, I had to send my disciples to the old priest to get something. Yang Qing has been here no less than a hundred times, is there anything else going on here?

"The Dharma Protector is worthy of being a disciple of the cave master, and he can't hide it from the truth, and he can't talk about it in detail, so he still asks the Dharma Protector to go back and report to the cave master." The old saint pushed it really clean. I don't breathe at all.

Yang Qing suppressed her anger. He glared at the old priest fiercely. "Old steward, this is not over, I will come back."

"Dharma Protector, I welcome you back from above." As he spoke, he pulled a few sparse beards and laughed non-stop.

Yang Qing took the disciple away, and Guan Xue sat there with a cloudy face. He wanted to go to the vineyards, but he didn't have the guts, although he didn't have much life, it was better to live one more day than to die one day earlier.

Since Deng Ming brought that thing to Guan Xue's Portuguese Garden thousands of years ago, Guan Xue has not slept well for hundreds of years, not to mention worrying, and he has to worry about finding a blood food every month. For thousands of years. The vegetable saint of the Portuguese garden who is in charge of learning has never lived for a month. It seems that this little saint went far this time and lived for an extra month.

The whole Dingcheng is the Portuguese garden with a light mask, and the surrounding teachers and friends often say that the management of learning is righteous, but in small things, it is a little too picky. It refers to the matter of the light mask of the Portuguese garden.

Guan Xue's canopy is not an ordinary reticle. Other masks are protected from the outside, not from the inside, and the mask of the Portuguese Garden is called the Shield, which is not inside but not outside. I entered casually from the outside, but if I wanted to come out, I couldn't get out without the crystal key, and there were thousands of dead people inside, and I didn't know anything about the outside. But from the outside, you can see the peaceful scenery of Yu Yu inside. (To be continued......)