Mr. Xiang, your doctor's wife is a little poisonous

Chapter 214 Whose Umbrella (2)
Su Mengchen took the two flowers from their sharp beaks, then turned around and walked towards Song Wanzhi with a smile.

Song Wanzhi opened his mouth slightly.

Just now, the transaction between the man and the bird was really... It turns out that the bird is also greedy for money.

Su Mengchen came over, looked at her who seemed slightly surprised, and said with a smile: "This is a pearl ibis, and I love shiny things the most."

As he spoke, he handed her a flower and said, "Drink and see."

Song Wanzhi looked at the big cup-shaped flower in amazement, and then took it with both hands, only to see that the center of the white flower was full of nectar, and the fragrance spread out one by one, and the smell made the whole body feel comfortable. Refreshing.

Su Mengchen explained: "This bird is the place where it flies the highest except for Haidongqing. Moreover, it will go to collect nectar from exotic flowers every day, and go back to do business when it returns late. Most of the exotic flowers in this valley are rare. The essence of heaven and earth is quite beneficial to people, but this is second to none, this taste is the first-class among Baihua honey, it is not strong, but it has a long aftertaste, which can last for three days."

Song Wanzhi looked at the clear nectar in his hand, looked at the place where the big bird flew, and asked, "You tricked these two pearl ibises, how will they do business when they go back?"

Su Mengchen looked at her sideways: "Huh? I lied to them? They lied to me. The pearl and emerald are guarded by the candle nine shades. They dare not go, so they can only watch from a distance at night to have fun. I dare not I stole it from Zhu Jiuyin at the risk of my life, but they are good, and the appearance of a cup of nectar made me give up those two peerless night pearls. Tell me, who will suffer more?"

Song Wanzhi could only feel the light from the corner of his eyes flying obliquely, and the kind of joking words that were not true or false made it difficult for people to see the bottom line.

Even though they have been together day and night like this for a few days, but when the expression changes, it seems to be blinding, with thousands of postures and thousands of flair.

But after being ridiculed like this by him, it makes people feel inexplicably relaxed.

Song Wanzhi looked at the clear nectar, then lowered her head and took a sip carefully. Suddenly, the sweet taste swirled on the tip of her tongue, as if her heart melted a little.

After taking the first sip, I couldn't help but take the second sip. After a while, a cup of nectar was solidly drained.

When Su Mengchen saw it, he handed over the one in his hand with a faint smile.

Song Wanzhi smiled and said, "One cup is enough."

Su Mengchen said softly: "It's for you, I don't really like such things."

Is it for you, is it specially for you?
Song Wanzhi felt his heart beating for a moment.

So, when I took the nectar, I didn't know what to say.

Seeing Su Mengchen, he looked into the distance and said, "We will meet again some other day."

Before Song Wanzhi could react, the silver figure of the man had gone away.

When Song Wanzhi saw it, for some reason, she subconsciously took a step forward and shouted, "Master!"

Su Mengchen's body stopped, stepped on a protruding stone wall on the mountain peak, and turned to look at her.

On a starless and moonless night, the man's silver robe and black hair were undeniably graceful.

Song Wanzhi looked up at him: "My lord...my umbrella."

Since he took the umbrella that night, this person has assumed the responsibility of holding the umbrella, but now, he may also subconsciously take it away.

Su Mengchen raised his eyebrows, looked at the umbrella, and suddenly there was a deep smile in his eyes: "Well, your umbrella."

That kind of inexplicable, but seemingly meaningful, smile.

He looked down at her, looked at her raised face, then gently opened the umbrella and lowered it.

The half-worn umbrella unfolded, and then slowly landed in the dark night, landing on top of her head.

As soon as Song Wanzhi raised his hand, he grabbed the handle of the umbrella.

The man's voice was wrapped gently in the night wind.

"It's going to snow, be careful, don't catch a cold."

Song Wanzhi raised her umbrella, only to see that the silver robe was completely submerged into the night.

It's going to snow, be careful, don't catch a cold.

The handle of the umbrella in the palm of my hand suddenly became hot.

(End of this chapter)