Chapter 1151: Angler (1)

Yang Zimei tried to push hard, but his body couldn't pull it upwards. He could only sink gradually, and then lost consciousness.
Open your eyes again, and find that there is a beautiful picture in front of you.
The grass is green, the wild flowers are dazzling in the sunlight, and there is a clear stream flowing quietly beside it, and there are many small fishes swimming in the water.
There are also many beautiful butterflies dancing around me.
Hallucinations?
Yang Zimei wiped her eyes, making sure that what she saw was a real scene, not an illusion.
Xiaoqian, ripple them?
Yang Zimei noticed that his hands were empty, and looked around hurriedly.
She was alone all around.
Xiao Qian, Ripple, Huo Wenhua are gone!
She hurriedly stood up and realized that her clothes weren't right.
Looking down, it wasn't her original casual clothes, but she was replaced with a set of white silk clothes, which is very elegant in ancient times.
this is……
She suddenly took out the mirror of the phoenix weeping blood from the storage ring, and looked at herself.
It turned out that the icy blue hair, which was eager to attack, turned into pure black again, and the white silk ribbon that Xuehu sent her was tied on her head.
Looking at my feet, I was also replaced with a pair of light embroidered shoes, white uppers, and elegant flowers.
Who changed her clothes?
Suddenly she felt a little creepy and touched her neck.
Taomu card is still there.
The ice-blue spar that the dragon sent from day to day on the wrist was also there.
His skin did not turn black, and his skin was still white and snowy.
She recalled, remembering that she sank into Heihe, and then lost consciousness.
Why did you come here?
Ripples where did they go?
"Xiao Qian, Ripple, Mr. Huo--"
Fortunately, Yang Zimei Dan Tian called loudly.
However, without receiving any response, she only searched along the stream.
Everything here is so beautiful, it seems to be an untouched paradise, Zhong Lingyuxiu, it should be somewhere in the spirit cave.
At the end of the creek, there was a man fishing in a bucket bucket.
This man's black clothes and black bucket, but the skin on the hand is not black, but close to her skin tone, white and a little transparent, even exuding a faint glow.
Finally met someone.
Yang Zimei's heart was a joy, walked over, walked to his side, and gently called, "Hello!"
The man didn't answer her, but continued to hang down to fight fishing.
Seeing a small stool beside him, Yang Zimei sat down and wanted to see him clearly.
The chin exposed under the bucket looks sharp and handsome, the thin red lips are slightly sloppy, and evil.
I don't know what kind of national appearance will be revealed when the bucket is opened?
Yang Zimei couldn't help but remember the way he first saw Xuehu.
That's the look of the alluring beings.
Think of death again!
Half of his face is similar to Xuehu, but he is also cool.
This person's chin is also a bit like Xuehu's!
If it was Snow Lake, how wonderful it would be!
If it was Snow Lake, it would be impossible to ignore her existence.
Maybe it's someone else.
Wait until he responds, it is estimated that only when there is a fish hooked.
So she looked at his fishing rod.
It is a common fishing rod made of bamboo. However, the fishing hook used for fishing does not have a hook, it is just a vertical embroidery needle.