Chapter 403: Costume Men (1)

After having lunch with the three students, Yuqing and Yuzhenzi rested on the mat in the temple, ready to raise their spirits, and catch the ghost in the evening.
And Yang Zimei was not used to the murky air inside the ruined temple, and couldn't sleep on the straw.
She said to the master, and it was enough to go outside and plan to find a beautiful meadow with her eyes closed.
For her, it doesn't matter whether she sleeps or not, because her energy and energy are easy to recover, but with her eyes closed, she can relax herself physically and mentally.
"Sister, there is a small lawn in front. It's a great place."
Xiao Qian frowned at Yang Zi.
Yang Zimei looked up, and sure enough, there was a grass field not far away. The grass on it was delicate and neat. There were various unknown small flowers on the side, swaying in the wind. There was a clear message winding in front However, because there is a towering banyan tree blocking the sunlight, it looks very shady.
She walked over and sat down on the grass.
The grass was soft and smooth, and she was very comfortable. She couldn't help but lie down, put her hands on her back, and closed her eyes lazily.
The sun shining through the branches and leaves dappled on her white jade-like face and dark hair, looking at it from a distance, like a beautiful and quiet oil painting.
After a fierce battle last night, although Yang Zimei was still full of energy, he was very tired mentally.
She closed her eyes like this and soon fell asleep.
When she was asleep, she didn't know when there was an extra person on the tree, blinking her long black eyes, and looked at her asleep with interest.
"Sister, wake up, someone is watching you."
Yang Zimei was dreaming with the dragon day by day. He heard Xiao Qian's cry and suddenly woke up. He opened his eyes, just facing the obsidian-like pupils on the tree.
Startled, he sat up.
The man on the tree jumped lightly, landed in front of her, and looked at her with a smile on her lips.
Yang Zimei looked at the man in front of him in amazement. About 20 years old, she was wearing spotless white costume, her black hair longer than hers was straight down the waist, her face was bright, her facial features looked more delicate than women With thin lips and red lips, she smiled without a smile. A pair of eyes with long arcs stared at her, smiling at her with a smile.
Are you doing a costume show?
Or did you wake up and go through ancient times?
Yang Zimei looked around in confusion, and found that the scene had not changed.
"Sister, this man is so pretty, that costume looks like on TV." Xiao Qian screamed.
Yang Zimei also thought that the action he had just taken from the tree just now was light like falling feathers, and it was impossible for ordinary people to do it, even for a person who practiced for ten years.
This is definitely not an actor in a costume show.
Not to mention, no one else was around.
"who are you?"
Yang Zimei asked in confusion.
The man in period costume raised his thin lips and smiled lightly, "Xue Lake."
"Snow fox? Fox's fox?" Yang Zimei's thinking fluttered.
"Lake in the lake," Snow Lake explained.
"Uh?"
Yang Zimei blinked, and she strongly suspected that he was not human, but a fox.
The breath on his body is different from ordinary people, and there is no evil spirit of ghosts. It looks very different, maybe it is a legendary demon, and it is also a fox demon.