Nongmenfu girl's daily life

Chapter 217 Poison Miasma Forest
"So...it's you." Qin Lu's eyes were fixed on hers, and the deep eyes seemed to fill the starry sky.

The vast starry sky sucks people into it, and if one is not careful...it is easy to get lost.

Lin Anan was glad that she was wearing a mask at this moment, otherwise she might be seen blushing.

She found that since he recovered from his serious injury, Qin Sanlang has become more and more provocative.

But when she was glad that the mask was still there, suddenly there was a gust of wind on her face, and the mask was taken off.

The face with red cheeks was exposed without any cover...

Lin Anan snatched the mask angrily, "Give it back to me!"

Qin Lu hid the mask behind him, and his voice sounded like a low cello playing, "I said, don't wear a mask when it's just the two of us."

In the distance, on another mountain peak, on the bamboo observatory, Ziyu is holding a single-tube bamboo pull-out Qianliwang in his hand. Looking through the aperture of the Qianliwang, it is Lin Anan who is holding the star with his hand. The picture covering Qin Lu's eyes.

He calmly watched the whole process of the two talking and laughing, until Qin Lu took off Lin Anan's mask, and then he put Qianliwang down.

Ziyu's face was a little gloomy.

It's rare that there is a girl who finds it interesting, but it already belongs to someone else.

But this way...is more interesting, isn't it.

Grab other people's favorite things, and you will feel more fulfilled if you get them.

The red eyes standing beside him frowned slightly, he could clearly see that the Young Master was smiling when he picked up the Qianli Wang, but it seemed that he had seen something unpleasant, and the air pressure around the Young Master was getting stronger and stronger. Low, until the young master wins Qianliwang, the young master's face can be as gloomy as it is.

"My lord, I'm afraid it will be too late to go back and forth in three days." Chimu reminded in a low voice.

Ziyu shrunk Qianliwang back to the length of a palm, put it in her sleeves, and looked indifferently, "Apart from the poisonous miasma, are there other traps in the old man's secret room?"

"This is not."

"Those three days are enough."

Ziyu stretched out her hand, and brushed her wide sleeve over her face, a pale yellow mask as thin as a cicada's wings fell down, that demonic face no longer existed, at this moment he was Ye Ziyue of the cult, with a handsome face, The eyebrows are like swords, flying straight into the temples, the eyes are clean and pure, as if they are not stained with dust, not the facial features cut by a knife, but the facial features are exquisite, more like the face of an angel, with a beautiful nose, cherry lips, and fair skin.

The face is like a crown of jade, revealing a bit of childishness.

Chimu unfolded a large cloak with a black hat, served Ye Ziyue to put it on, and put on the hood. That angel-like handsome face was hidden in the darkness, as if an angel had fallen into hell...

The forest at night seemed to be covered by a black cloth, and there were waves of rotten and moldy smells. The black mist visible to the naked eye covered the entire forest. A bird flew into the black mist with fluttering wings, only to hear Screaming, falling to the ground, there was only a skeleton of a bird, and this skeleton was black and purple, emitting green smoke.

Ye Ziyue stood at the entrance of the forest, her pupils as clear as obsidian suddenly became extremely black, extremely black...

He spread his arms, with his palms facing upwards, a thin black slit appeared in the palm, and then a hole seemed to be torn open, the black gradually spread, and the entire palm became pitch black, with black lines like vines Climbing up to his fair face, that angelic face was covered by dense black lines at the moment, looking mysterious and sinister...

(End of this chapter)