Huan Wujing followed Gong Liang and looked around. She had never seen so many strange flowers, plants and trees, and she felt a little forgetful for a moment.
Suddenly, she saw a grass growing on the ground in front of her that was shaped like an orchid but had pale yellow flowers like a mantis, and she couldn't help but walk over.
Observing carefully, she found that there were two black spots on the flower, dotted on it, like eyes, making the mantis-like flower look more dynamic.
After looking at it, I couldn't help but feel curious, so I reached out and touched the mantis-like flower. Unexpectedly, the mantis-like flower suddenly started to move, slowly shrank, and finally shrank into a bud like an unopened lotus.
, very magical.
Continuing forward, there is another orchid-like grass ahead.
It's just that the grass is not as green as before. The leaves are like swords and bright red, with a small fat white flower blooming in the middle. The flower is like a little frog, lying there quietly, as if waiting for something.
Huan Wujing saw it in amusement, so he touched it gently with the jade handle of Ruyi Finger.
Suddenly, the fat white frog made a "croak" sound, spit out a long bright red tongue, and then quickly retracted it, lying quietly in the middle of the grass.
If you look carefully, you can see what the tongue is. It is clearly a bright red sword leaf shaped like an orchid. However, the sword leaf pokes out from the middle of the fat white frog, making people think it is a tongue. It seems that this is not an orchid at all.
, how can orchid grass look like this?
"Like it?"
Gongliang saw her stopping in front of the grass and stepped forward to ask.
Huan Wujing shook her head. She was just curious about this thing, far from liking it.
After walking forward for a while, a vine suddenly appeared in front of me. The flowers on the vine were blooming. Some of them had just produced green and tender fruits, while some of the fruits were already as big as a fist, showing an orange-red color.
Gongliang looked at the fruits that looked like small golden melons hanging down among the vines, and couldn't help but ask the Dan'er people in the hut: "Can these melons be eaten?"
"Yes." The Dan'er man said without looking back while sitting in the room.
When he heard that it was edible, Gongliang picked a few small golden melons that looked relatively mature and gave them to Huan Wujing, Migu and Yuangunuan, and then he also picked one and ate it. Unexpectedly, he had just bitten off a piece of fruit flesh, and a burst of it came out.
The strong sour taste spread into the mouth, and instantly the whole face became sad.
"puff"
As soon as he took it into his mouth, Migu spit out all the bitten pulp, threw the small pumpkin in his hand angrily, and then complained to Dad with his small mouth: "Daddy, this fruit is not delicious.
"
"It tastes terrible."
Yuan Gungun also screamed nearby. Then he saw it leaving the small golden melon on the ground and trampling it to pieces.
Huan Wujing gently spit the pulp aside. It wasn't that she didn't want to be more reserved, but it was just that the food was too unpalatable.
Gongliang also spit out the pulp. Seeing the little guy's expression, he quickly comforted him: "It's okay, it's okay. Let's eat Tianxiang fruit."
He quickly took out a few Tianxiang fruits from the space and handed them to Huan Wujing, Mi Gu and Yuan Gungun.
Huan Wujing took a bite, and a burst of sweet juice immediately entered his mouth, sweeping away the sour and astringent taste. Not only that, but perhaps because of the sour and astringent taste of the small pumpkin, the taste of the fragrant fruit became different this day.
When she woke up, it had a different taste that she had never tasted before, just like the sweetness when she first met it, which made people have endless aftertaste.
Huan Wujing raised his head and glanced at Gongliang, then quickly lowered his head and ate the Tianxiang fruit, as if the scene just now had never happened.
After eating the Tian Xiang Guo in three or two mouthfuls, I felt the sourness in my mouth lessen, but I was still very angry.
He turned around and looked at the Daner man who was resting in the hut. He was the one who just said that the fruit was edible, so he flew over and spat at him angrily.
Gongliang quickly shouted: "Migu, don't spit, and detoxify him quickly."
Mi Gu refused to obey and said in a loud voice: "Dad, he made us eat such unpalatable fruit, I want to vomit him."
"Okay, okay, maybe we don't like it, but others like to eat this kind of fruit? Hurry up and detoxify him."
When Mi Gu heard what Dad said, he glared at the old man angrily, and then slowly spit on him again.
As soon as the Dan'er man was detoxified, he immediately crawled to Gong Liang's side and shouted: "Da Yan man, I really didn't lie to you. This melon is really edible, but it's not ripe yet. You have to wait until the melon becomes
You can eat it only when it’s golden brown.”
"Why didn't you say anything just now?"
"Didn't you ask?"
Gongliang glanced at him. He probably wanted to see their jokes just now, so he didn't tell them about the unripe pumpkin. In this case, this guy deserved to be spat on by Mi Gu.
When the Dan Er people saw Mi Gu, they were still staring at him angrily. They were afraid that the little guy from the poisonous area would spit again that day, so they quickly ran to the garden, picked a few small pink flowers that looked like trumpets, and gave each of them one.
, and then said enthusiastically: "This thing is very magical. It makes a sound when you blow it. I just got it not long ago. You can try it."
When Gongliang heard what he said, he doubtfully put the pink flower to his mouth and blew it.
Immediately there came a soft chant from the pink flower trumpet, like a girl singing, like a sweetheart whispering, or like several girls whispering, it was very strange.
Next to them, Mi Gu, Huan Wujing, and Yuan Gungun saw how interesting it was, so they immediately picked up the pink flowers and blew them. Suddenly, a sound came into their ears, which was very magical.
When the Dan'er people saw that they liked the gift they gave as apology, they didn't bother them and continued to go back to their hut to rest.
Huan Wujing had never seen such a magical thing before, so he immediately put down his girlish reserve and started blowing pink flowers with Migu and Yuangunan, and started playing around, feeling extremely happy.
Gong Liang couldn't help but laugh when he saw her acting like a daughter.
They just held trumpet-like flowers and walked forward while blowing them, having a great time.
Suddenly, a vine sprang out from among the grass and trees, grabbing Huan Wujing's ankle.
Huan Wujing was only busy playing with Mi Gu, Yuan Gungun and the others by blowing pink flowers. He forgot to be careful and was pulled to stagger and fell backward.
Gong Liang took a look from behind, quickly stepped forward and put his arms around her slender waist.
Looking down, the panicked Huan Wujing is so lovely. Under the curved Qiong nose, the cherry-like soft lips are slightly opened, revealing the lilac uvula inside, which makes people have an impulse and can't help but want to
Come up and take it into your mouth, suck it gently, bite it carefully and taste it.
For a moment, my heart was agitated, confused, and fascinated, and I slowly lowered my head.
Huan Wujing had never been in such close contact with a man before. The man's body temperature coming from her waist made her heart flutter, and the powerful man's breath rushing towards her made her mind go blank.
At this time, she completely forgot that she was the most outstanding disciple of the new generation of Shuiyue Pure Land Sect, and completely forgot the skills she had practiced for many years. She could only watch Gong Liang slowly lower his head.
The little bud on my chest was ups and downs, and my heart was beating for some unknown reason, as if it was about to jump out of my chest. For a moment, my heart was filled with panic, but it was also mixed with a little anticipation.
For a moment, all kinds of flavors were mixed together, it was so weird.