The Queen Mother's flat peaches are not something that any god can eat.
Must reach a certain level. [Source of this book www.
Monkey King in Journey to the West thought that even though he was named the Monkey King, he was not qualified to participate in the peach festival. This shows that this thing is an extremely noble thing.
Not for eating...[
The smell of the peach was very good, and the aroma filled her nose, making her index finger move.
When she looked up, she saw Mo Qingcheng looking at her with a half-smile but not a smile, his eyes sparkling: "Don't you like to eat peaches the most? How about trying this one?"
Just eat!
Ye Xuanji took it unceremoniously and took a bite as if to vent her hatred.
The fragrance is fragrant, the aroma lingers in the mouth, and the taste is sweet. It is a delicacy she has never tasted before.
What's even more rare is that the peach meat melts in your mouth, is soft and smooth, and has no residue at all.
This can’t really be a flat peach, can it?!
How can a human peach taste like this?
"Is this a flat peach? It takes thousands of years to mature?" Ye Xuanji asked.
Mo Qingcheng smiled and said slowly: "It's not that long, only eight thousand years."
Eight thousand years?
Ye Xuanji quickly recalled the plot in Journey to the West.
She remembered that there were three thousand years, six thousand years, and nine thousand years. When did an eight thousand year one come out?
It’s obvious that he is making nonsense!
Forget it, let’s not pursue it anymore, as long as it’s good fruit, it doesn’t matter how many years it takes!
Ye Xuanji didn't bother to ask, and quickly wiped out a peach.
The peach was quite big. After eating all of it, Ye Xuanji's hunger disappeared. Her whole body felt warm and indescribably comfortable, and even her body seemed to weigh a few kilograms lighter.
"Are you full?" Mo Qingcheng asked softly, his eyes focused on her.
After eating this peach, a faint blush appeared on her originally pale face.[
The skin becomes whiter, more delicate and smoother, and the black pupils are as bright as obsidian, shining with a moving light.
Her appearance may not be as good as those fairies in the sky who are famous for their beauty.
But she has a kind of bearing, a lazy bearing that makes his heart and soul turbulent.