Allure in one dance: Immortal concubine dominates the world

Chapter 154 I'm Not a Greenhouse Flower

The Empress Dowager Ming was both happy and sighed
The happy thing is that they have entered the wishing island. After all, there is a glimmer of hope in the Three Realms.

"Hey" Empress Dowager Ming looked at the end of the heaven, turned around and began to form a formation.

Qian Moran and Qingcheng looked at the scene in front of them. How should I put it, it was quite different from what the Empress Ming said.

What comes into view is an island standing in the sky, next to the deep blue sky
Next to the stone steps is a plum tree, plum petals are floating in the sky, and there is a clear blue stream flowing down from the rockery next to it.
No, it's a hot spring. The curling mist echoes on the surface of the water. The bridge piled up with lotus leaves has no end in sight, but this lotus leaf bridge is the only passage that can lead to another place.

Qingcheng rushed forward without even thinking about it, and had to find the red crystal heart quickly.

Qian Moran grabbed Qingcheng's hand, frowned, and walked in front of Qingcheng, hugged Qingcheng, and jumped over layers of dew-stained lotus leaves like a dragonfly on her toes.

Qingcheng is not crying, nor is she laughing; although she is small, she is not a flower in a greenhouse~~~~~
He could only helplessly reach out and hook Qian Moran's neck, biting Qian Moran's fair neck like punishment
This time there was no resistance on the way.

In a short while, we arrived at the other end of the lotus leaf bridge. There was a wide plum blossom courtyard, and there was a huge bright moon against the dark blue sky. On the stone ground in the middle of the plum blossom courtyard, there was a picture of a lotus flower, and the petals were colorful rays of light. Cohesive, the lotus rotates gently, and the light also moves slightly.

The air is filled with the fragrance of plum blossoms, and the plum petals flutter gently in the air with the breeze, falling to Qingcheng like an elf, with the tips of Qianmo's dyed hair and shoulders.

The surrounding pictures are beautiful, but the silence is a little scary.

Qian Moran's pupils shrank slightly, and the dangerous aura kept coming
At this moment, out of nowhere, many small beasts with green bodies appeared, with a tuft of wine-red hair on top of their heads; their small tails hung behind their buttocks.

Hunched, with hands hanging on the waist, a group of lost animals like puppets approached Qingcheng, Qian Moran and Qingcheng came
This is the heartless beast?Why does it seem so trivial?

I saw the head of the Frustrated Beast lowered slightly, and the pinch of red hair on the top of the head directly turned into pear blossom needles, which were launched towards Qingcheng like a rainstorm, and Mo Ran sprinkled them horizontally.

(End of this chapter)