Chapter 1709: Journey to the West (6)

The rain continued to rain, as if the sky was leaking.
Yang Zimei and others had to keep squatting in that room and couldn't go out.
Idle and idle, she found the sheepskin map from the storage ring, put it in the middle, and watched with everyone.
"I have this map too."
Grandpa Zhuge also found a sheepskin map from his arms.
It's actually the same material, and it looks like it's made in the same age.
I don't know if I can close my eyes and touch it?
She tried to close her eyes and put her hand on the map of the Zhuge family.
Hallucinations appeared ...
However, this illusion is completely different from the illusion of his own map.
Every time she touched her map, the scene she felt was extremely dangerous.
It's different now. I seem to be in a beautiful, peaceful place with a big tree in front.
She looked a little familiar with the big tree, but forgot where she saw it.
Under the big tree, curled up a small white figure.
Take a closer look, it turned out to be Snow Lake.
She walked over and sat on the stone bench beside Xuehu.
At this time, the dragon came out day by day. He was wearing a black costume with wide sleeves inlaid with black gold edges, looking handsome and elegant.
She also feels familiar with this dress.
Dragon sat down on the other side of the stone table and took out the Go board.
Yang Zimei remembered.
The situation in front of me is the mural found in the ancient tomb in the western suburbs.
She was rejoicing and heard someone whisper in her ear, "Girl!"
Suddenly the illusion in my head disappeared, my eyes opened, and I looked up to see Xuehu's caring pupils and Long Zhutian's nervous face.
"What did you see?"
Dragon asked every day.
"I saw a wonderful situation."
Yang Zimei smiled, "You try it!"
Long also closed his eyes and touched day by day, Yang Zimei saw a rare smile on the corner of his lips, his cold face became gradually soothing, a happy and satisfied look.
I don't know if he will see the same as himself.
Yang Zimei couldn't help but reach out his finger and put it on the map.
As soon as the hallucinations appeared, her face became instantly red.
They were actually in a tent, and the dragon gently took off her clothes day by day and kissed her.
This feeling is too real and strong, her throat could not help but let out a moaning moan ...
Xuehu's hand was patted on her shoulder, and the hallucinations disappeared. Opening her eyes to see everyone looking at herself with a strange expression.
She touched her feverish face.
Does your own voice also come out in this reality?
God!
It's a shame!
"Haha--"
Zhu Gezhen smirked aside, "Yang Zimei, you just called Chun just like a kitten."
"roll!"
Yang Zimei screamed, rushed out to cover her face, and raised her head to let the rain wash her body and mind that was still springing and cover up the embarrassment just now.
How shy!
Those present are not only Zhuge Zhuan, but also Zhuge Grandpa, Zhuge Mingzhu and Guanfeng.
Let them see, what would they think of themselves?
Yang Zimei's first life was an old virgin. In this life, he received classical education on the mountain for another ten years. Although he was often taken by handsome guys, his thinking was still traditional.
Dragon came out of the house day by day, reached out and held her hand, "brow, what's wrong?"