Peerless concubine pharmacist

Chapter 1897

When Bai Xiang touched something, it was hard and cool, and that kind of coldness would penetrate into your bones as soon as it touched it, and the whole body would be cold, and it was by no means an ordinary thing like a stone, because Bai Xiang I can still feel it moving...

The white elephant quickly withdrew his hand, the night was getting darker, he wanted to turn around and run away!
But that thing sucked it over, making him unable to escape...

"Nian'er, Nian'er, Luoyue, Luoyue, save me, there is a ghost! There is a ghost!" The white elephant shook its huge body, but still couldn't get rid of the attraction behind it, so it had to call for help...

Shouted a few times, but no voice answered...

Bai Xiang felt that the thing in the back seemed to be fissioned, and his whole body was attracted by it, like countless cold tentacles sucking him, making it difficult to move...

"Ah - Nian'er, I'm not joking! Please, come out quickly! Save the old elephant!" This time, the white elephant knew what it meant to be afraid, especially when it was dark and it was not in the middle of winter, it was even more frightened up!

The rustling sound broke the silence of the late night, and Bai Xiang had a bad feeling in his heart, this is the peony flower dying, and being a ghost is not romantic!

He felt that he might be here this time!
Just when his heart was extremely terrified and sinking, suddenly a little light came on in front of him, and the white elephant looked over differently, and saw the moonstones lit up around him, and a person was rushing over from there...

"Nianer, Nianer..." Bai Xiang cried.

Following the faint light of the moonstone, the white elephant saw the surroundings clearly, and saw that the charming flowers in the daytime all turned into flower demons with their teeth and claws at night!
It is they that attract themselves!Not to mention ugly, each of them was terrifying, with their mouths wide open, the white elephant took a few glances, and then fainted in a blink of an eye...

"My dear mother..." Before Bai Xiang could finish speaking, he closed his eyes. These flower fairies were frightening one after another. They were beyond the tolerance of ordinary people's hearts and aesthetics. The important thing was that they were cruel and bloody. Big mouth!

Under the light of the moonstone, the flower demons restrained a lot, and what the white elephant saw was only a drop in the bucket, but the night quickly swallowed up the light of the moonstone, and they began to devour everything here without restraint!
All kinds of howling sounds came out from the depths of the flowers, the wind was rumbling, the vegetation was full of soldiers, and groups of fireflies flew up from the flowers, faintly illuminating the surroundings, and all the beautiful flowers in the daytime turned into demons and ghosts. Neighing, howling, gaping bloody mouth, vulgar, grotesque, ferocious, ferocious, terrifying!It makes people want to quickly escape from the clutches of Baihuazhou!

This is by no means a poetic garden!These beautiful flowers are anything but kind!
Those fireflies flew towards Luoyue and Zinian, they were the essence of the flower demon, and they were about to devour the blood and skin of Luoyue and Zinian...

Zi Nian received the white elephant into the ring, and Luo Yue and Zi Nian released the real skull fire at the same time, lighting the surroundings brightly...

Seeing the fire of the skeleton, the fire worms immediately lost their souls and returned to the body of the flower branch. Those hideous faces and terrifying body disappeared, and the surrounding flowers were in full bloom, and the fragrance was overflowing...

As in the daytime...

And when the real fire goes out, it's back to the terror of night again!

The real fire burned all night, so that they had no chance to become demons and ghosts again. It was not until dawn and the rising sun that the real fire was put away...

Everything is the same as yesterday, the breeze, the fragrance of flowers, poetry and picturesque, songs like poems...

Those jittery sounds seemed like a dream.

(End of this chapter)