Butterfly Dream of Longevity Tribulation

"Young Master Luo, I'm serious. Mu Zili, this is my junior sister, Rumeng, and my junior brother, Yifeng. We are immortal disciples from Penglai Immortal Island. We came here to travel around the world at the order of our master. We just arrived here yesterday. Human and earth have two lives. I have to rest in this foggy house for the time being." The folding fan in Mu Zili's hand pointed at them slightly, with a faint smile on his clear face.

Yifeng, who was sitting against the wall, opened his blue eyes slightly, and nodded politely towards Luocheng, before he could tilt his head and fell asleep again without waiting for Luocheng's reaction.

Seeing his tired face, Simeng didn't want to disturb him, so he just raised his index finger and gave a soft "shh", and whispered to Luocheng: "Since we have known each other, let's rest first, we are also in a hurry, we are tired very."

In the end, she turned around and walked to Mu Zili's side, sat down slowly, leaned her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes to rest.

Luo Cheng was taken aback for a moment, then cupped his hands towards Mu Zili, and just found a corner to sit quietly, without saying anything all night.

The next day, when Mao was not here, there was a sudden burst of cock crowing and dog barking outside, and he was so startled that he jumped up from his sleep like a dream.

When I came here last night, there was no human habitation along the way, and it was only this house within a radius of ten miles. Now the crowing of chickens and dogs barking is really puzzling.

She gently pushed Yifeng, who was still sleeping beside her, and called him in a low voice, "Yifeng, wake up quickly. The sun is drying your ass, get up quickly!" Because of the mortal being by her side, it seems that the dream has changed Name the two of them.

After a while, Yifeng finally raised his head slowly, and glanced sleepily out of the window. The morning sun outside the window was just exposed, but it was only dim, and he murmured: "Menger, it's still early, let's sleep more." Tilting his head, his blue eyes were slightly closed, and a low snoring sound could be heard within a moment.

Seeing that he had only woken up for less than ten seconds, he buried his head in sleep again, Simeng was a little bit dumbfounded, thinking to himself, this stupid caterpillar seemed to be really exhausted, the injury on his body was better, after coming to the world, he lost most of it Spiritual power, it is normal to be so tired.

After she got up, she walked towards the door with light steps, but she caught a glimpse of the corner of the blue clothes shaking by her side from the corner of her eyes, and when she looked up, it was Mu Zili.

I saw that he was wrapped in a light blue robe, his figure was tall and straight, his black hair was not tied, and it fell loosely on his shoulders, and he suddenly looked more refined and refined, without causing a trace of dust, and there was a faint smile on his handsome face. It looks like a dream, and the heart is swaying, and the smile is like a warm breeze in spring, which makes people feel warm.

She stood there blankly, staring at him in a daze, her long eyelashes trembled slightly due to her breathing, her fair cheeks gradually became flushed, and his slender eyes blinked slightly, waking her up from her daydream .

"Cough..." Sensing his discomfort, Si Meng hastily raised her sleeves and coughed lightly, trying to cover up the inexplicable emotion that suddenly emerged in her heart.

"This is the dew from the Bodhi tree, take a sip!" Mu Zili saw that she bowed her head and coughed, hurriedly took out a small bamboo tube from her sleeve and handed it to her.

Simeng took the bamboo tube, but didn't drink it immediately, but looked back at Yifeng and Luocheng who were still sleeping in the room, and then walked out quickly, pulling Mu Zili's wrist.

At this time, the sun was rising outside the house, the morning light was faint, and the pale golden light covered the entire courtyard, and the mist that permeated the night had already dissipated.

Simeng dragged Mu Zili to trot all the way to the corridor, and saw that although there were many weeds in the corridor, it was also full of greenery, occasionally a few red and yellow wild flowers fluttered in the wind, and there was a faint scent of flowers and plants in his breath.

"At first I thought it was a haunted house, but I didn't expect it to be a hidden garden. Wood, this place is not bad, why don't we clean it up and stay here for now!" She raised the bamboo tube in her hand, her red lips parted slightly, and her little Taking a sip, he looked at Mu Zili who was beside him thoughtfully.

"Wait, Meng'er, can you hear any movement?" While Mu Zili was speaking, he had already untied a blue hair band tied around his left wrist, and raised his hand to loosely tie the loose blue hair behind his shoulder.

Like Meng nodded blankly, she came out to investigate because of those strange noises just now, but she was fascinated by the charming scenery in front of her, and she had already forgotten about the business.

"It's quiet now. Just now I clearly heard the sound of roosters crowing, and there seemed to be faint voices coming from somewhere. We walked all the way here from the house, except for these flowers and plants, we didn't see anything unusual. "Simeng frowned slightly, and her purple eyes were full of suspicion.

When the two of them were looking at each other with sad faces, the noise sounded again, mixed with the sound of messy footsteps, slowly approaching them.

Mu Zili glanced sideways, and saw a group of mortals dressed in rags pouring in from the end of the corridor at some point, the leader was an old man with a gray beard who was nearly sixty years old, holding a bamboo stick in his right hand and a The pottery bowl was missing a corner, and the wrinkled face was full of exhaustion.