After I picked up a dragon

Chapter 38
A quiet trail behind the mountain covered with weeds.Two figures loomed among the bushes.

Shen Zhizhi has a slender figure, wearing a delicate pink gauze skirt, and Xie Xian's Yu Qiangling is pinned around her waist, and she makes a few crisp sounds when she walks.

Her jet-black hair is scattered behind her back, and the tip of her left hair is braided into a thin braid, which curls up slightly when she walks.

A pair of almond eyes are clear and bright, and they look bright.

Beside him was a transparent and white little dragon, with a pair of small horns on its head, walking obediently behind.

The surrounding shrubs were dense, and some tall trees covered the sun, and they scattered in twos and threes on the two of them.

One person and one dragon didn't speak, they just walked quietly, so quietly that they seemed to be able to hear the sound of feet stepping on fallen leaves.

But from time to time, the girl would cast her eyes on the little dragon who was closely following her, and then quietly look away.

Xie Xian raised the corner of his mouth, but he didn't puncture it. The leisurely Ren Chen Zhizhi led the way.

Shensi couldn't help but recall the morning, when he just woke up, he heard the chirping sound of the little kingfisher outside that day.

Since he used the little girl's Yuehua Pearl to cultivate for a whole night last night, he felt extraordinarily abundant spiritual power today, and he just concentrated his attention carefully, and heard the sounds from outside.

He didn't pay much attention to it, but inadvertently glanced out of the window, and it happened to land on the Phalaenopsis in the little girl's hand.

Xiaolong's pale golden eyes gradually became darker.

That yudailan is very strange.

This kind of spiritual grass is different from the silver grass that the little girl picked before, and the purple spirit water bloom. The former is a spiritual grass that absorbs the spiritual energy of the world, which is quite beneficial to practitioners.

But Yu Die Orchid belongs to the demon grass, it can only grow by absorbing the surrounding demon energy, and it is also specially used by the demon clan.

This is where the strangeness lies. Theoretically speaking, Qingfeng Mountain has the most monster cultivators, but the location is remote, and the monster energy used for cultivation is extremely rare. He has also been to the back mountain of Qingfeng Mountain before, and this kind of jade butterfly orchid is basically Very few.

But the phoenix orchid picked up by the little kingfisher looked very good from a distance, and it seemed that it had absorbed a lot of evil energy to grow.

And when the little bird said that there was still a large area behind the mountain, he felt an unusual smell.

In this Qingfeng mountain where the evil spirit is extremely rare, how can a large piece of Yu Dielan grow in a short period of time?
So Xie Xian decisively pushed open the door, interrupting Shen Zhizhi's next words, he must go to the back mountain to see if there is anything unusual.

Not surprisingly, the little girl agreed.

"Arong, Arong."

The little girl's soft voice suddenly rang in his ears, disrupting Xie Xian's thoughts.

He gently raised his small head, his pale golden eyes looked at Shen Zhizhi aside with doubts.

The little girl had a sly look in her eyes, she raised one hand and waved it in front of Xie Xian.

Seeing Xiaolong's bewildered face, Shen Zhizhi blinked and said excitedly:

"Close your eyes quickly, I want to show you something good."

"Close it quickly, don't open it, don't peek."

Xie Xian sighed in his heart, the little girl was really lively, but she still obeyed obediently on the surface.

Shen Zhizhi bent down, and the jade bell rang softly at his waist.

She stretched out her hands to hug the little white dragon with closed eyes.

He walked forward slowly for a while, just when Xie Xian, who was stiff all over, wanted to break free, Shen Zhizhi said in his ear:
"Ah Rong, open your eyes!"

Xiao Bailong quietly opened his eyes, his pale golden pupils widened slightly, his eyes lit up instantly, as if he was amazed by the scenery in front of him.

What is in front of me is not the Phalaenopsis as imagined.

It's a sea of ​​pink flowers.

It is embedded on a small hillside, there are no tall and powerful old trees, no overgrown shrubs, just a piece of clean pink flowers.

The sun was shining brightly at noon, and the breeze was blowing. This sea of ​​flowers was bathed in the sun. The pink flowers fluttered in the wind, and petals fell to the ground against the wind.

Clusters of pink flowers, like broken jade, are flamboyantly and profligately blooming on this small hillside
(End of this chapter)