Chapter 645: seed

Yun Youfeng inadvertently saw people in the town, as long as he saw Rong Xian, he would show awe in awe, and then do his own thing.
The fear and esteem in the eyes were extremely hot, as if they saw their god.
Yunyou Feng suddenly looked at Rongxian side by side, staring at her momentarily, her voice was dry: "Who the are you?"
Anyone who finds that his friend who has known him for many years suddenly becomes extremely strange, or that he does not really know that person at all, is really uncomfortable.
Yun Youfeng's eyes were a little blank, he felt that the whole world had deceived him.
Rong Xian's eyes were sincere: "I'm Rong Xian, and I've always only been Rong Xian."
Seeing Yun Youfeng still impressed, Rong Xian groaned for a moment, sincerely said: "This is probably planting a seed in spring, harvesting a bunch of identity in autumn."
Yun Youfeng was choked back, but didn't ask much.
Rong Xian was able to perfunculate him in a serious way, proving that she would never say that he couldn't do something difficult for a friend.
Yun Youfeng laughed bitterly, presumably this friend's identity, and he thought so alone.
However, Rong Xian didn't seem to say anything, and actually told him the answer.
She said that the identity of the demon is only one of them.
Yun Youfeng was faint, and it seemed that the doctor was just one of her identities.
Yun Youfeng feels that Rong Xian is mysterious. You think this side is her true face, but I don't know that it is only part of her performance.
And no one knows what the real Rong Xian looks like.
Maybe, each side is Rong Xian himself, and each side is not.
For the rest of the time, Yun Youfeng was very silent, and he occasionally saw some strange things in the city to see more.
Until a pedestrian walked into a wood.
All kinds of flowers are blooming in the woods. These flowers are all wild flowers and there is no trace of careful planting. This kind of wild vitality is very attractive.
But no one else could see the floating restrictions over the forest.
Once someone approached maliciously, the prohibition would be triggered to kill the enemy with the thunder.
Rong Xian's footsteps stopped, she looked a little relaxed, as if returning to her own home.
She crooked her head and looked at Yun Youfeng side by side, with a mild smile in her eyes: "The scenery here is good. Come in and walk together."
Yunyou Feng nodded, so she kept up with her and entered the forest.
On the one hand, Qu Lang and Qu Qianqian's faces changed greatly. Did the Lord mean that he was going to inform Yunyou Feng about the message of His Holiness?
His Holiness was buried here after his death. Except for Lord and Young Master, no one else was allowed to enter.
Is it because the Yunyou Fengxin admires the Supreme Master that he was made an exception?
Qu Lang and Qu Qianqian couldn't figure it out, not even the many powerful men who guarded the forest.
Because they all know that Rong Xian is not a person with extra kindness.
Falling flowers are colorful and the petals are light.
The natural smell of earth mixed with floral fragrance makes people take a deep breath.
Yun Youfeng looked at the surrounding scenery, his expression calmed down slightly.
He returned to the old free and easy, could not help but take out a few drinks and said, "Rong Xian, this place is good."
The corner of Rong Xian's mouth was slightly raised, and there was a faint light in his eyes. His tone was as gentle and soft as ever, without flaws: "You like it."
The end of the discourse was profoundly indescribable, but Yun Youfeng did not hear it.
Seeing Rong Xian was still very concerned about his friend, Yun Yufeng was a little surprised, and felt that Rong Xian was still very gentle.
Even though she has many identities, each of them seems to be deeply hidden and not easy, but some of the bones will not change.
For example, the light wind and the moon carved into her bones and the kindness of humanity.
Yunyou Feng faintly relaxed, knowing that his little friend was mysterious and mysterious, but when he was still a good person, the big rock in his heart suddenly fell to the ground.
"Does Yaner like it here?" Rong Xian asked Feng Yan an oblique glance, with a faint smile in Feng's eyes.
However, Feng Yan didn't have the slightest appreciation level. He felt that there was sufficient aura here, and his prey was also meaty and delicious.
It would definitely be delicious if there were some game in the forest.
Thinking of this, he slammed it.
Then, with a cold spine on his back, he met Rong Xian's eyes that seemed to be able to see all the thoughts deep inside.
Feng Yan: "..."
Feng Yan laughed twice and said, "It's beautiful here, it's good. Well, it's good, it's beautiful."
This lack of vocabulary made Qing Er unable to bear to look at Rong Xian's expression.
But it is clear that Rong Xian is more calm than him.
Rong Xian raised his arms, his wide sleeves were raised, and his slender fingers casually froze his long hair. Shi Shiran said: "Yan Er's state of mind is so broad, so he can rest assured as a teacher."
Feng Yan was terrified, I do n’t know what his Master was relieved about.
But he didn't have to worry, because Rong Xian quickly answered questions for them.
Her posture stopped in a streamer's mountain stream. The large streamer's streamer grass is extremely dreamy, always giving people a sense of unreality that is intertwined with illusion. Even Feng Yan has to admit that this place is better than He described it more beautifully and more heart-warming.
Yes, palpitations.
It is not the kind of exquisite and beautiful palpitations, but the palpitations that are so beautiful that people do not perceive the crisis, but the danger does exist.
"This is the forbidden area of ​​returning to Tucheng." Rong Xian pursed her lips and said.
She rarely missed that gentle, approachable smile, and when she lowered her expression blankly, she was cold and arrogant.
Her every move showed that this place was unusual.
Qing Er shrank, standing sideways behind Yun Youfeng, blocking him with Yun Youfeng's half of his body.
There is also Qu Qianqian who has the same approach as Qing Er. They only have one idea in their minds. The big brother is obviously in a bad mood. If they have a dark history, don't make it up. In case the old account is used as a vent bucket, then It's too late to cry.
Rong Xian looked at them crookedly, and took their expressions into the eyes, revealing a hint of subtlety, how terrible she was in these people's hearts.
Rong Xian never admits that she is careful. She considers herself a generous person, but it is a bit uncomfortable to be so slandered by people.
Rong Xian sighed, feeling in her heart, how to say that sentence, # 我 本 向 心向 明月 ， 奈何 明月 照 沟沟 #.
If you do n’t appreciate it, do n’t appreciate it, she just has a clear conscience.
Then she turned around and led a few people into the grass field of Streaming Grass.
Yun Youfeng looked around, and saw a tree canopy covering the sky from a distance. The trunk was thick and powerful and filled with the vicissitudes of the ancient tree, and a small grave surrounded it.
Yun Youfeng asked curiously, "Where is that?"
The person who was treasured and buried in the forbidden area must have an unusual identity.