Legend of Fu Yao

Meng Fu shook his body in the air, and the previously picked broadleaf grass was quickly popped up, rubbed across the water, Meng Fu shook a turn, the geese-like swaying, the toes had been spotted on the broadleaf grass.

On such a cold day, the fool is really diving.

Meng Fu shakes the tip of the grass and smiles, and looks around the next four weeks. The result of the rockery is that there is no scenery. I saw a pool of water in the corner. Now it seems that it is not a small artificial lake. The lake is clear like a jade, and it is surrounded by strange rocks. A large piece of Camellia fragrance is bright, deep red pink and white, mixed with the beautiful heart of the plum, open to the delicate cuckoo, bright colors, eye-catching.

In the middle of the lake, there is a pavilion of white jade, connecting the green corridor. It seems that the corridor is made of bamboo, which is placed on the blue waves. I don’t know how the pure and pure bicolor is kept. The bamboo-like color reflects the crystal-like lake, which is extremely clear and refreshing.

There is wind blowing, the lake layer is layered with elegant folds, and in the white jade pavilion, the sound of Jin Ling Ding Ling is endless, the white silk gauze of the pavilion is picked up by the wind, and the layers are like dreams. It is the first low-pitched piano, and the sound of the piano is clear and clear, like a string of jade beads rolling down the lake, but I don’t know who’s the hand of beauty.

Meng Fu took a breath, and the chest was filled with the refreshing air mixed with flowers in the winter. He couldn't help but scream, "It's so enjoy!"

She pointed out that the broadleaf grass continued to fly out, and the people stepped closer to the lake heart pavilion, and suddenly went halfway through the line, feeling that there was a murderous air around the air.

The kind of murderous invisible and ubiquitous, but everywhere, like the scent of flowers, like the wind and the moon, with the ups and downs of the flowers, the wind over the moon, it is forced step by step.

It is clear that there is no sound except the piano sound.

Meng Fu’s thoughts suddenly paused, right! Why is there no other sound besides the piano sound? What are the natural sounds in the heavens and the earth? Those winds and grasses, the night worms?

She flew in her body, but her thoughts were somewhat stagnation. The whole body's induction was released. She only felt that she was murderous on all sides. The only person in front of the pavilion had no abnormality in her body. It was the only breakthrough in this stagnant atmosphere.

This, presumably is the prince Mei Ji who will not martial arts? Although there is no one in this palace, it seems to have an ancient array. Since it has come in, it has only gone out from here. Meng Fu shakes his mind and straight forward.

At this time, the other party behind the veil, she also found her, slightly raised her head, pressing the finger on the string suddenly, and then loose, in the air, a distant piano sounds rolling, the sound is thick and far-reaching.

The murderousness on all sides suddenly dissipated. Meng Fu suddenly slammed into a loose, as if the bundle was solved, very happy, can not help but watch the shadow of the hustle and bustle in the lake, the beauty... You know that I am not malicious to you... Hey.

She took out the last broadleaf grass, counting the distance, just in time to reach the pavilion, seeing the veil after the beautiful woman graceful, according to the piano, as if looking up to her, Meng Fu smiled more and more happy.

Near...close...

The gauze suddenly slammed, but the curtain was not a beautiful man, but a group of fat white, the guy walked out, his claws holding a tiny slingshot, heavy slingshot to the pavilion railing, One of the claws slammed on the slingshot, and one of the front paws opened the rubber band, and the posture was smashing, the white hair was flying, the eyes were hateful, and the bow was pulled!

"Snapped!"

A stone flew out and landed on the broadleaf grass, turning the grass around, but it did not sink because of the buoyancy of the water.

Meng Fu’s shaking did not look up at the pavilion at this time. She was falling and preparing to fall on the tip of the grass. She didn’t want the grass to be turned away. She left her calculation range. Meng Fu shook the big cockroach. "After half-empty, I want to wait for the tip of the grass again."

I don't want the stone to be coated with a very corrosive poison. When the grass is stained, it immediately begins to shrink and rot, and it will be gone in a blink of an eye.

Meng Fu shakes a fight and turns down. There is no grass in the field of vision that can be settled. In the meantime, even if it is turned twice, the gas is exhausted, and a slamming sound falls into the lake.

An adult on the pavilion immediately threw the slingshot and held the smirk of the rat's heart. He sneaked back into the gauze.

"哗啦", Meng Fu shakes the wet dripping from the lake, the black hair is wet on the forehead, the face of the **** yellow washed half and half, the flower whistle is like a water ghost, with an eyebrow Hey, "Which? Which rat counts me? Come out! Come out!"

The rats sneered in the gauze.

Meng Fu screamed his **** and raised his ears. When he screamed, he swam in the past. He climbed the pavilion railing and climbed up. The gauze suddenly slammed, and one laughed. "When I see you, why are you so embarrassed? What?"