Will he live in the side hall where he once lived?
She subconsciously looked towards her palace, and found that the door was ajar.
Her heart sank. Could it be that someone really lived in her palace?
She was about to walk over to take a look when she heard something strange in the air. She glanced subconsciously and saw countless petals flying from the flower bed towards her...
The Mountain Protecting Flower Formation?! Is it really activated?!
The images of hedgehogs who had been transformed into flowers flashed before her eyes. She felt a chill in her heart and subconsciously waved her sword to protect herself.
The sound of chi chi was endless, and countless petals hit the sword curtain surrounded by her sword light like bullets, causing her wrists to feel numb.
It can be seen that these petals are indeed here to attack her, not to catch up with her.
Countless petals shattered into powder around her, scattering like colorful flowers. Just like her messy and bleeding heart at the moment. Although there were no petals falling on her body, there was an indescribable pain in her heart.
She knew that he was really back, because no one else could activate this mountain-protecting circle except him...
Where is he now?
She looked around while dancing with her sword, then suddenly stopped her wrist! Her eyes focused on one spot.
That was the place where she had lived for three years. She was so familiar with every brick, tile, hall, pillar, plant, and tree. There was even a totem she drew on the door of the hall. But at this moment, there was a man standing there.
A beauty, a stunning beauty.
The clouds think of clothes, the flowers think of faces, the spring breeze blows on the threshold and the dew is thick. If we hadn't seen it on the top of a group of jade mountains, we would have seen it under the moon on Yaotai.
Wu Jiuzi always felt that Li Bai's poem written for Yang Yuhuan was very appropriate to describe Xiao Muxian.
And at this moment, in the peripheral vision of the flying petals, Xiao Muchian stood there fluttering, with the towers and pavilions behind him, and the petals flying in front of him. She was more beautiful than the flowers, so beautiful that people couldn't take their eyes away.
Wu Jiuzi couldn't move her eyes away. There was a loud bang in her head, and she forgot to swing the sword in her hand. The sword curtain fell, and the petals took the opportunity to attack——
She felt a series of extreme pains coming from her body, and she didn't know how many petals pricked her body. She swayed, closed her eyes slightly, and a wry smile appeared on the corner of her lips. It turned out that one day she too was pierced into a flower hedgehog...
According to this trend, she is probably the most densely pierced——
It turns out that these soft petals hurt so much when they prick the body! It hurts so much that it hurts like bone marrow——
There was a strange sound in the air, and there was a flurry of flute sound. The petals whistling towards Wu Jiuzi suddenly paused in the air and fluttered in all directions——
Wu Jiuzi's face was as white as snow, and it felt like small knives were tearing flesh and blood in several places on her body. Normally, such pain would make her roll on the ground and scream.
But now, she couldn't scream, and she didn't want to scream.
She is rolling around and crying out in pain to make people who care about her feel sorry for her. Now no one here cares about her at all, so who does she call out to? Who does she call out to?
She stood up straight and looked toward the direction where the flute sound came from.
She finally saw the figure she had longed for.
With black hair and white clothes, his character is like the breeze and the bright moon, and his demeanor is like the snow on the mountain. He stands there calmly, with a jade flute in his hand, and he looks like a fairy floating in the air. Does he live in the side hall where he once lived?
She subconsciously looked towards her palace, and found that the door was ajar.
Her heart sank. Could it be that someone really lived in her palace?
She was about to walk over to take a look when she heard something strange in the air. She glanced subconsciously and saw countless petals flying from the flower bed towards her...
The Mountain Protecting Flower Formation?! Is it really activated?!
The images of hedgehogs who had been transformed into flowers flashed before her eyes. She felt a chill in her heart and subconsciously waved her sword to protect herself.
The sound of chi chi was endless, and countless petals hit the sword curtain surrounded by her sword light like bullets, causing her wrists to feel numb.
It can be seen that these petals are indeed here to attack her, not to catch up with her.
Countless petals shattered into powder around her, scattering like colorful flowers. Just like her messy and bleeding heart at the moment. Although there were no petals falling on her body, there was an indescribable pain in her heart.
She knew that he was really back, because no one else could activate this mountain-protecting circle except him...
Where is he now?
She looked around while dancing with her sword, then suddenly stopped her wrist! Her eyes focused on one spot.
That was the place where she had lived for three years. She was so familiar with every brick, tile, hall, pillar, plant, and tree. There was even a totem she drew on the door of the hall. But at this moment, standing there A beauty, a stunning beauty.
The clouds think of clothes, the flowers think of faces, the spring breeze blows on the threshold and the dew is thick. If we hadn't seen it on the top of a group of jade mountains, we would have seen it under the moon on Yaotai.
Wu Jiuzi always felt that Li Bai's poem written for Yang Yuhuan was very appropriate to describe Xiao Muxian.
And at this moment, in the peripheral vision of the flying petals, Xiao Muchian stood there fluttering, with the towers and pavilions behind him, and the petals flying in front of him. She was more beautiful than the flowers, so beautiful that people couldn't take their eyes away.
Wu Jiuzi couldn't move her eyes away. There was a loud bang in her head, and she forgot to swing the sword in her hand. The sword curtain fell, and the petals took the opportunity to attack——
She felt a series of extreme pains coming from her body, and she didn't know how many petals pricked her body. She swayed, closed her eyes slightly, and a wry smile appeared on the corner of her lips. It turned out that one day she too was pierced into a flower hedgehog...
According to this trend, she is probably the most densely pierced——
It turns out that these soft petals hurt so much when they prick the body! It hurts so much that it hurts like bone marrow——
There was a strange sound in the air, and there was a flurry of flute sound. The petals whistling towards Wu Jiuzi suddenly paused in the air and fluttered in all directions——
Wu Jiuzi's face was as white as snow, and it felt like small knives were tearing flesh and blood in several places on her body. Normally, such pain would make her roll on the ground and scream.
But now, she couldn't scream, and she didn't want to scream.
She is rolling around and crying out in pain to make people who care about her feel sorry for her. Now no one here cares about her at all, so who does she call out to? Who does she call out to?
She stood up straight and looked toward the direction where the flute sound came from.
She finally saw the figure she had longed for.
With black hair and white clothes, his character is like the breeze and the bright moon, and his demeanor is like the snow on the mountain. He stands there calmly, with a jade flute in his hand, and he looks like an immortal floating into the painting.