Butterfly Dream of Longevity Tribulation

After speaking, Cang Xuan stretched out his hand and brushed her cheek lightly, leaving a faint fragrance, then turned and left.

It was only then that Meng Xiang came to his senses, quite surprised.

I thought that if his interest was disturbed at such a critical moment, he would definitely not obediently agree to leave.

No, she actually missed him.

Looking back, I thought again, after all, he was once an elder of the Demon Realm, who had ruled the country for more than [-] years. Although he was known for his iron fist, he could not be considered an incompetent lord because of this.

With the enemy at present, he puts the overall situation first, and it is common sense to meet the enemy in person.

The Cang Xuan that Yifeng told her before gradually blurred in her mind, and she has a brand new view and understanding of him.

From the moment she woke up from a coma, his tenderness towards her was not false.

Although she still can't remember how to marry him, it seems that these are not that important.

Maybe when she fully recovers from her injuries, she will think of everything in the past.

Thinking of this, she put on her clothes, brushed her messy hair back to her shoulders, tied it with a ribbon at will, and wanted to go down to the ground to get familiar with the environment in front of her.

Since he left, the illusion he cast has been invalidated, and everything in the Ripple Palace has returned to its original appearance.

Earlier, when he mentioned that this is the territory of the Shui Clan, she had already sneaked across the hall, and the pearl at the corner of the hall glowed with a faint blue light, much larger than the one in the Hanchen Hall.

The furnishings in the hall are mostly made of bright red corals and colorful shells. Through the slightly open windows, colorful fish swim by from time to time.

Only then did she realize that the Ripple Palace was not on land, but in the deep sea.

She leaned against the window, wanting to reach out to touch the fish, but just stretched out her fingertips to touch them, and found that there was a transparent barrier in front of her eyes, and the place where her fingertips touched slightly glowed. Watermarks.

The fish outside the barrier seemed to be very curious about the woman in purple in the palace. They gathered in front of the window, shaking their heads and tails, spitting out small bubbles from their round mouths, as if they were talking to her.

"Hey, you'll be fine. Play in this water carefree. But I'm like a bird in a cage, imprisoned in this deep sea, and I don't know where Yifeng is now. environment, will he be injured? Will something happen?"

Dreamlike's index finger lightly touched the enchantment, and outside the layers of ripples, more and more fish gathered, but she sighed, her brows were deeply furrowed, and she only hoped that Yifeng would be auspicious, and not be drawn into the demon army by innocent people The war with the old Ministry of the Demon World.

To the west of Wuxi, about fifty miles away, is the endless pear blossom forest. In the depths of the sea of ​​flowers as white as snow, there are two simple and elegant tree houses hidden. The yard in front of the house is full of petals. A clear and shallow stream flows slowly. Occasionally, when the wind blows, flowers and rain will fly, fall to the water surface, and flow down into Wuxi.

Beside the stone table in the courtyard, there is a slender and plain figure with willow eyebrows and almond eyes, skin as thick as fat, which can be broken by blowing bullets. If you don't look carefully, you can't tell the difference between male and female. He is the chief flower demon in this pear blossom forest. Lingyue.

After a while, the scent of flowers came with the wind, and a boy in white knelt down respectfully at his feet, "Flower Lord, this is the exotic nectar and honey-speaking grass newly picked today."

As he spoke, he placed a thumb-sized petal and a bunch of pink and white grass firmly on the stone table.

"Formidable enemies have come in these few days. The reason why the lord did not tell the flower demons and flower spirits of the Pear Blossom Clan to fight the enemy is probably because of the pear blossoms in my forest. But you still need to be vigilant at all times, Take it lightly. Although the enchantment I set up in the forest the day before yesterday can protect you for a while, if there is really an army of subduing demons breaking in, I'm afraid it won't last for a while." Ling Yue looked at the little boy, with the expression in his brows Mostly helpless.

The little boy nodded when he heard the words, "I understand what the flower owner means, and I will definitely order the little demons to take strict precautions."

Lingyue waved his hands and sighed in a low voice, "If that day really comes, then our Pear Blossom clan deserves such a calamity."

When his finger touched the rhizome of the honey-talking grass on the stone table, he asked the little boy who was about to salute and leave: "Is there much of this honey-talking grass left?"

"Huazhu, besides the newly picked one today, there are three more."

Hearing this, Lingyue frowned slightly, and the worry in his almond eyes became heavier, "Got it, let's go!"

After the little boy left, Lingyue flicked the palm of his hand, and the honey whisper grass fell into pieces into the wooden jar. He lowered his head and smashed the medicine while talking to himself, "It's been several days, and I don't see anyone waking up." There are signs of turning around, seeing that the crouching demon army has arrived at the door of the house, I don't know how long this pear blossom forest can protect you..."

Lingyue's hand that was pounding the medicine suddenly loosened, he wiped the sweat from his forehead with a flick of his sleeve, got up, picked up the medicine jar and walked towards the wooden house.

The wooden door "squeaked" open, bringing a gust of breeze, and the fragrance of medicine gradually wafted out from the room.

In the small room, the furnishings are simple and elegant. The figure on the soft couch is lying facing inward. On the low table beside the couch, there are two wooden bowls stacked. Red dregs.

Ling Yue hugged the medicine pot and approached slowly, bent over and poured the medicine juice from the medicine pot back into the bowl, picked up the medicine bowl and sat on the side of the couch, and slowly helped the figure on the soft couch with a flick of his hand rise.

His subordinates were slightly stagnant, secretly surprised in his heart, his body seemed to be getting thinner than yesterday, it was not a good sign if it went on like this.

The medicinal properties of Honey Talk Grass are quite strong, and it has miraculous effects on burns and scalds, but it has been five days since he fell into the pear blossom forest covered in fire and changed beyond recognition, even though he healed his wounds with the freshest Honey Talk Grass juice every day , he still has no improvement.

"Come on, take your medicine."

Lingyue held the medicine bowl in one hand, and gently brushed away the messy hair covering his cheeks with the other, exposing a severely burned face in front of his eyes.

Withered and yellow hair, distorted bridge of the nose, and strange red skin, except around the closed eyes, his original appearance can still be seen, and there are scars that are unbearable to look at, and the fiery red is dazzling.

Ling Yue closed his eyes slightly, took a deep breath, and opened his eyes again, only then did he calm down a little.

Trying not to look at his face, Shi Shu put the medicine juice between his lips.

In today's concoction, he specially added a strange nectar that can detoxify all kinds of poisons, just hoping that it will work on him.

My heart trembled, and I still had lingering fears when I recalled the scene five years ago.

On the path paved with petals, he fell from the sky like a fireball and landed at Lingyue's feet.

His whole body was severely burned, black hairs turned into withered threads, and his handsome face was ruined beyond human form. If there was not a hint of fragrance coming out of his weak breathing, even the flower master Lingyue who had admired him for nearly a thousand years would not be seen. can recognize him.

"Hmm..." A dry and hoarse murmur came out, and Ling Yue was startled, and the empty bowl in his hand fell heavily to the bed and shattered into pieces.

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