Qingyan's deep eyes stared straight down. There, there were golden firelight and billowing smoke. I wanted to see what was going on, but the morning fog that had not faded blocked my view.
The white eagle flapped its wings and flew towards the light of the fire. Only when the tip of the tree could only be faintly seen did the eagle slow down and fly smoothly in the air.
"Diao'er, find a place to go down." The monstrous flames were burning wildly. Qingyan's body was trembling slightly. A few stones couldn't have such a big effect.
"Diao'er, I'll jump down myself when I fly lower. You're nearby and don't run too far." Qingyan patted Diao'er on the back soothingly. Qingyan jumped down when she was still about ten feet above the ground.
The people of Lianhua Village will never forget this scene. A white eagle swooped down. A woman in light blue clothes fell from the air. The thrilling scene made people scream. Then, the woman in white flew away carelessly.
Come down. Land firmly on the ground.
Elegant and delicate, leaving a long ribbon fluttering in the wind. She wears plain white clothes underneath, a light blue gauze jacket, and white boots. The silver bells on the jade flute around her waist jingle. She behaves like a blue, and is extremely upright.
The picky facial features are carefully arranged to form a beautiful outline. Under the light shadow of the eyes, there is a noble and melancholy temperament that is natural, like the snow-white orchids at the bottom of a deep valley.
With just one glance, the people were shocked. He had a lotus-shaped face with a willow waist, bright eyes and white teeth. He looked back with a smile full of charm, and the six palaces of pink and white were colorless. It is not an exaggeration to describe him as a country and a city.
"Where is the water?" Qingyan asked softly, her voice gentle and sweet.
"Well - there." A blush appeared on the dark face of the man in coarse cloth who was asked. He stuttered and pointed to a place where there was a large water tank filled with water.
"Thank you." She nodded slightly. Qingyan walked towards the water tank. A pair of Bai Ling came out from her sleeves and wrapped around the water tank. Qingyan whistled to the sky. The white silk carrying Long Yao
The eagle swooped down. Qingyan grabbed Bai Ling and jumped onto the white eagle. The water tank tied by Bai Ling staggered and flew up into the sky. The white eagle seemed to be struggling and could only barely fly to high altitude.
"Diao'er, be patient." Qingyan said soothingly. "Fly around the fire."
The water poured from the water tank fell on the firelight. The firelight gradually weakened, but the thick fog became more and more thick. The two people in the air burst into tears. The posture of heaven and man just now was nowhere to be seen. One of them was so shocked that he had just left.
The coal crawled out. The white eagle turned into a black eagle, and the beautiful Long Yao in white was also smoked into black clothes. Occasionally, black powder would be splashed on his fair and delicate face.
Several superstitious people mistakenly thought that Qingyan was an immortal, and they knelt down to worship the two figures in the sky. Seeing this, Qingyan's hands shook. She stumbled and almost fell. The two of them ran away.
Qingyan did not expect that this act would spread a legend among the people. It is said that a fairy appeared in Lianhua Village riding a white eagle to conquer the country. The woman was so beautiful that no one dared to look directly at her.
After Qingyan sent Long Yao back in embarrassment.
In the nameless lake, Qingyan took off her dirty clothes, her soft and graceful body was exposed to the air, and her pink bellyband wrapped her exquisite and alluring figure. She was charming and charming. She stretched out her jade-like feet.
After testing the water temperature, the phoenix's extremely enchanting body slipped into the lake. The ink-colored silk floated on the water to form a strange net, and she played freely in the lake.
The laughter like silver bells echoes in this nameless lake. It is as beautiful as the spring water and refreshing.
Elsewhere by the lake, the white eagle did not conduct its usual patrols. On a tall tree with dense white feathers brushing against the lake, a man in white covered the eyes of the middle-aged man next to him with one hand and whispered: "Yes.
"The truth is, don't look at anything inappropriate. Old Mo," the man's handsome face stared at the woman in the lake who was as blooming as a hibiscus. His clear eyes swept around the area one by one. He was determined to see this woman. If anyone saw him,
If he fell in love with a woman, he would dig out those eyes without hesitation.
The sound of "whoosh" woke up the people in the lake. The man in black clothes on the tree had a cold face, and the eagle on the side quickly flew over. He quickly put on a piece of clothing. In the blink of an eye, he moved his palm towards the place where the sound came from.
Swing it away.
A muffled groan came. A voluptuous and graceful woman in pink clothes was exposed in the air.