Chapter 1291: Raiders the boss with no taste

The scenery was stunned, and she suddenly felt a headache. She squatted on the ground with her head in her arms. There seemed to be many harsh noises in her mind, making her headache unbearable.
"What's the matter?" The man came to her, reached out and held her hand, and then he noticed the wooden sculpture she was holding tightly in her hand. His eyes were dim and his voice was softer. "Where does it hurt?"
"I..." Feng Guang quickly realized that he was too close to herself. She took out her hand, stood up and took a few steps back. She didn't care about the pain in her head, and said with no anger, "Who allowed you to touch me? Up?"
"When I see that the scenery is uncomfortable, I can't bear to step forward and care. If I don't like the scenery, then I will stand still." He said that he did, and it seemed that he really didn't intend to approach her.
Scenery breathed a sigh of relief, but didn't dare to let it down completely.
He suddenly said: "The woodcarving, the scenery looks very precious."
"This is Mo Qing's thing." She put the woodcarving hand behind her, as if she was afraid that he would grab it. "I only have the opportunity to bring this thing here. Of course I cherish it."
"I think so, if it's not his thing, why is the scenery like this for a baby?" Under the plum blossom tree, he raised his lips and smiled, gentle and jade, the flying snow behind him had become the background at this moment.
The wind seems to be cooler.
She couldn't help taking a step back, looking at him warily, silently.
"Why didn't the scenery speak anymore?"
"You are dangerous."
The corners of his eyes are slightly bent, and his smile is more pure, "The intuition of scenery is still so strong."
She was stunned for a while because of the familiarity in his words, "Do you know me well?"
"I don't know who you are now." He looked far away, as if looking at the snow-capped mountains behind her, but he didn't seem to see anything.
It made people feel the loneliness exuding from him.
Scenery was suddenly in a strange mood, she asked, "Who are you?"
"I am the fairy in the Linglong Pond... the ice lotus transformed." He blinked and chuckled. "The scenery can call me autumn consciousness."
She muttered, "Didn't you still say you were Mo Qing?"
"I made you play with that, do you really believe it?"
"I don't believe it." She snorted.
He laughed, "If the scenery is willing to take a step closer to me, I can tell you what the woodcarving on your hand does that you don't know."
"Isn't wood carving just wood carving? What else can it do besides seeing?"
"Of course it's because you don't know." He laughed again, "If you are willing to take two steps closer, I can tell you the true identity of Mo Qing."
"Mo Qing...'s true identity?"
"Want to know?" He chuckled his lips, "I don't know anything about this world."
The scenery pursed her lips and thought for a while, maybe he could prove that Mo Qing was not the fantasy in her mind. She walked two steps closer to her, but her expression was still very alert, "I did what you said, just say it. ."
He smiled with satisfaction, and slowly said, "Mo Qing is Mo Qing. He is the 32nd generation of Xianmen's great disciple. Although he is the apprentice of Zhiwei in name, he was taught by Xianmen's ancestor himself. Woodcarving, do you know what wood is made of?"
"what……"
"Peachwood."
Scenery's hands trembled, what is Taomu? Even if she doesn't understand these fantasy things, she knows that Taomu is used to drive away ghosts.
The corner of Qiu Zhi's eyes narrowed, "Now you should know why you met him, one is the big disciple of the immortal door, the other is the lonely ghost wandering in the mountains..."