Chapter 65: Rice fireflies

Chapter 65. Rice Fireflies
Every girl probably had such a dream.
Under the stars, a handsome prince Ying Ying spread his hand and smiled and said, "I'm here to pick you up, princess."
Get you out of that muddy world and take you away from loss and pain.
The prince also promised that I would take you to a place.
"There are no disputes, no complicated things, only wine and food, and singing."
It is bliss on earth.
The girl-in-law stood in place, staring at the perfect, almost dreamy face on the terrace.
Suddenly she couldn't make a sound.
a long time.
Lu Zizhen saw that she lost her soul, and finally couldn't help smirking and breaking the silence.
"Sister Ding Ding, come on ~~~" He squatted down, half-truthed and winked at her, "Why, you ca n’t recognize your brother by calling 'Princess'?"
"……Son of a bitch……"
The girl took a deep breath and slowly raised her face towards the moon.
-On the delicate skin like white porcelain, tears are shining like stars.
Lu Zizhen raised his eyebrows calmly.
"why you?"
The girl raised her arm, wiping off those crystals in a random and stubborn manner, gritted her teeth, and her eyes were fierce.
"How could it be you again?"
She murmured in her mouth, as if confused and relieved.
"The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility."
Lu Zizhen pouted and shrugged, seemingly rather unconcerned with her problems.
"People who have the ability naturally have multiple roles, but you told me."
Leaping forward, he jumped lightly off the terrace, through the long bushes of flowers, the sleeves of the wind, and he just swayed to her.
"Good sister, tell me quickly, is your brother's appearance amazing this time?"
Like all the small classic bridge sections, Lu Zizhen clamped her chin with her thumb and forefinger, and her nose pressed tightly against her face.
However, no humor was seen in the amber-colored pupils, only the excitement and joy after the children's mischief had succeeded.
"... Wang Baguao! Xiasanlai! What's bad for you ?! I want to learn from Sun Wukong and get a clone! Pervert!"
Shaking in the future, people pushed away, Qing Qiao collapsed to the ground, screaming.
"Say! How many identities do you have? Just cheat once or twice, this time dare to lie to the palace ?! Say! Which one is the real you? Frankly, sternly, resist strictness! "
She was pale and had no joy in meeting her friends after a long absence. All she had left was grievance and anger.
"The princess is exasperated. The young is really a hidden wizard Ying Yao. It is true, and there is no falsehood."
Lu Zizhen squatted aside, warm words and comforted her.
Obviously being scolded, he was smiling, like Mu Chunfeng, and seemed to enjoy this humble character.
"... Manduo teaches me that you are the right man, and that is when I am the brother. As for Lu Zizhen, naturally it is me too, can Xiao Qiao understand now?"
"Fuck! Change, don't you get schizophrenic ?!"
Qing Qiao was so angry that he reached out and held the neck of the opposite person.
"During the day, what mask do you pretend to be a ghost? Are you scared?"
"... kekeke, the princess is angry, the princess is angry ..."
Lu Zizheng first made two false coughs, and then, unhurried, opened Qingqiao's tight hands.
"Good sister, I didn't scare you. The hidden wizard is a legendary person who practiced ancient witchcraft. His magic power is very high. Only one person has been born for a hundred years. In order to avoid malicious entanglement by others, it is necessary to live in seclusion with a mask all year round. Show people. "
In the night, his eyes were as bright as a torch, and wherever he touched, the skin of a burning person was slightly painful.
"Really?" Qing Qiao dullly withdrew his hand.
"Really." Lu Zizhen smiled at the corner of her mouth, and drew a ray of green silk behind her ear slowly.
--Snapped!
However, Qing Qiao did not eat this gentle knife, glaring with resentment and quickly knocking off his hand.
"Ha! I didn't expect that I was so lucky that I picked up a hidden wizard casually, or is it a rare breed that doesn't like masks?"
"... Do you mind what happened to us in the back garden?"
Lu Zizheng dismissed it and raised a smile.
"That was just an accident-when I was five years old, I was selected as the heir to the 139th generation of hidden wizards. The previous generation of wizards said that there were a lot of evil miracles in southern Xinjiang. Yi Rong joined Mandala. Later, I accidentally hit the enemy in an ambush, accidentally ran into your yard, and was rescued by you ... Well, it seems this is the so-called fate ... "
"Yeah, it took a hundred years to build the same boat!"
Qing Qiao pouted a smile, but his smile was piercing.
"It's just a guest church, why would you play the role of righteous and catch me later? The legendary wizard, it's really hard for you!"
Lu Zizhen sighed and changed his face, with an annoyed expression of "Don't mention it anymore".
"Good sister, I ’m going to teach Mandala. It ’s really just to learn the secrets of Southern Xinjiang. How do you know that this unique style is difficult to hide, and someone who has accidentally hit someone is placed in a right-hand position. Annoying, don't hold your breath with me. "
The peacock man's rare show of weakness and enthusiasm made Qing Qiao's heart suddenly softened.
"... Zizhen, I really don't know, which identity is you? Which one can you make me believe?"
Qing Qiao relaxed his alert, leaning against the pillar, spoke the words with all his strength, and then closed his eyes slowly.
"It doesn't matter if you don't know."
Learn the cool breeze and gently send Lu Zizheng's voice.
"From the beginning to the end, you have never believed in me at all. It doesn't matter if you do it once more. I'm used to it."
"... I said, since you are so powerful, how much do you know about me?"
Qing Qiao buried his head next to the pillar, clasped his hands with his knees, and his lips clenched.
"... not less than Master Kongkong." Lu Zizhen paused, stood up, turned his head to look at the stars, and stood high.
Qing Qiaoyu felt that the whole heart was cold, as if he had fallen into a ten thousand-year-old ice cellar, weathered into a knife, and carved cold.
"Don't be afraid, you don't know it at first, until one day I see the plum blossom in your hand."
Lu Zizhen gave her a glance and smiled eagerly.
"The Hidden Wizard of the previous generation once occupied a hexagram saying that in a century, a stranger would fall from the sky with a plum blossom, and that stranger ..."
He looked at her again, his eyes full of meaning.
"From a distant distance that cannot be measured."
"You! Do you know that I am not a scholar yet? You know that I am looking for the Four Spirits? You know that my purpose in finding the Four Spirits is ..."
Qing Qiao reached out and hugged his arms, his expression agitated.
"Yes, I know."
Lu Zizheng calmed down and spit out the answer word by word.
"You do all this just to go home. Resurrecting the country is nothing to do with you at all."
Snapped.
Qing Qiao suddenly let go of his hand.
First, it was unbelievable, and then the flames in the pupils gradually dissipated, and finally turned into a hollow ashes.
"... It turns out, you know everything ..." She had a stiff voice and her lowered eyelashes trembled slightly. "You know everything ..."
"Sorry, I don't only know everything."
Lu Zizheng sat on the floor with her, holding her cheeks with one hand, smiling.
"And knowing everything from an early age."
"... Do you know what my hometown looks like?"
"Well, because of curiosity, I've seen it a little bit with Dementia."
Lu Zizhen seemed to think of something, and Ren Jun could not help but whisper.
"... I saw a bunch of weird buildings, and I saw a few people surrounded by a black box. I didn't know what magic was done on the box, and there was someone talking in it. Seems very happy, hey, what exactly is the spell? "
"... well, this hero."
Qing Qiao slowly closed his eyes and swallowed hard.
"What you have glimpsed into is one of the greatest inventions in my hometown, called TV; and the black guy you see is the most popular entertainment idol, with a status similar to Duan Yu; Well, if you remember correctly, it should be called RAP. "
"--Oh, it turns out that pig waist is popular in your hometown?"
Lu Zizhen was surprised to touch his chin, and suddenly realized.
"I said why haven't you been obsessed with me ?! It's for this reason ... Otherwise, I'll make a pig waist face the next day, right?"
"... you! Do you think that's fun?"
Qing Qiao gritted his teeth to resist the anger, and desperately pressed the blue tendon that would burst from the head.
-It's ridiculous. She knew her hole cards early in the morning, but she acted like a clown in front of him, and it was four years.
"Not fun."
Lu Zizhen poked out a finger and shook it, serious.
"It's very, very fun."
His exaggerated mouth emphasized the word "very".
"You!" Qing Qiao Qi shivered, almost suffering from speech disorder. "You! You! You!"
"Don't be surprised, Dangdang is so different."
Lu Zizhen shook her head with a smile and threw a wink at her.
"So far, isn't my sister enough to understand?"
Silence, long silence.
Qing Qiao twisted his neck, looking up forty-five degrees, looking away, looking at the sky leisurely.
After a while, the curious baby Lu Zizhen finally couldn't bear it, the probe went around her, eyes widened and eyes narrowed.
"Good sister, why are your eyes red?"
"... The aristocrat said that I was guilty of peach blossoms. This is peach blossom eyes."
"Good sister, why is your face watery?"
"... that's a runny nose, I have typhoid fever."
"Good sister, why is your belly so bulging? What are you pretending to have?"
"Pretend to have the courage to slap fascist. Would you like to try it?"
It was said that sooner or later, she raised her slap and went to Lu Zizhen Fan— "Pop!"
The expected sound didn't come, but was stopped halfway.
"... Sister, brother, although I like violence, I don't like it. Others use this to me."
Clamping her wrist with one hand, Xingmang flashed in the eyes of the opposite person, Qiubo.
"My sister must remember that if her sister's Xiaojiao is injured, his brother will feel a little bit more distressed."
He met her palm, frowned slightly, and then breathed a sigh of relief.
The wrist seemed to be bitten by hundreds of poisonous ants, and the pain seemed to crack.
Under the silver moonlight, the opposite amber pupil gradually turned orange, as if the beast saw the prey, it was frightening.
"……I hate you."
Qing Qiao gave up struggling, lowered his hands, and two tears of complaints flowed into his eyes.
"It's okay to hate." Lu Zizhen shook her arm away and pouted.
"If I said I would take you to the Wumen and help you gather the four spirits, I wonder if you will continue to hate me?"
Qing Qiao stopped crying, looked up in surprise, and looked at him.
"Good sister, I already thought about it. At the time, you liked the Wuchi in Xiling so much, but it was because he was willing to help you."
Lu Zizhen smiled, his face was extremely gentle.
"What is the best way to deal with such a wild cat that is difficult to tame? After a long time of meditation, I finally understand it-the best way to make you memorize and remember me is to let you owe me debts and spend my whole life No way to return. "
His mouth was full of words and he fell completely into his own world: "If you really want the Four Spirits, dare to ask anyone else in the world who can help you more than me? As long as I help you, you will definitely consider me a savior Every day, I burned the incense and offered it up. I said one, but you dare not say two; I said that you will never go west, east, hahaha ... "
At the beginning of the speech, Lu Zizhen's face began to emit a strange light called "the only self in the world".
"... Heroes, coups."
Qing Qiao had calmed down from the excitement, embracing his hands, looking coldly as he was epileptic.
"Yes, I'm a genius."
Lu Zizhen nodded proudly.
"... The wisdom of the heroes made me wait beyond my reach, admiration, admiration!"
Qing Qiao reluctantly arched.
Lu Zizheng's arrogance is even more arrogant: "Don't be too frustrated. People and people are born with grades."
"... Xiling, farewell, I thought you would never want to see me again."
Taking a deep breath, Qing Qiao calmly shifted the topic and looked at the people quietly.
— "From now on, the two do not owe each other."
On the mountain farewell, the sound was still in the ear, and the bloodless face made her difficult to relieve.
But now, why did Lu Zizheng suddenly make a 180-degree turn?
"Of course I don't want to see it." When referring to the past, the peacock man quickly pulled down a handsome face. "Unfortunately, Duan Yu sent you to the door for Master Chakongkong. My days in Tianshui Pavilion were boring, servant The people are so dumb, they seem to help you out a bit. "
What is so simple?
How stable was a dangling heart, Qing Qiao patted his chest, and glanced back at him: "What is that empty master?"
"An old bald donkey with a bit of repair."
Lu Zizhen sighed at his fingertips and exhaled incense like a orchid: "Small monk, don't be afraid."
"How did he know where I came from? Why did he deliberately guide me to find the Four Spirits?"
"Well, you should ask him himself." Lu Zizheng shrugged with all his spare time. "Anyway, no one wants to gather the four spirits except you."
"Where did this come from?" Qing Qiao stunned.
"Huh, you still do n’t know your pride? The Wumen is the altar where the other three spirits gather, and also the place where the four spirits exert their ultimate power. Unfortunately, someone buried it in an unknown place and cursed with blood. The poisonous magic barrier. If you want to know the true location of the Wumen, you must open the way with the blood of this person's descendants before you can know the correct answer. "
Lu Zizhen gave Qiao a clear look, with a weird smile on the corner of his mouth.
"Unfortunately, this person is your ancestor."
"Well ?! Open the way with my blood?"
Qing Qiao screamed, his hands and feet were cold and pale.
"Is it for me to make a sacrifice? How much blood do I need?"
"Not too many ..." Lu Zizhen smiled and looked at her. "About a lot of kimchi jars."
With his eyes rolled, Qing Qiao suddenly spit and fainted.
-Mourning is greater than Singya, because you can't die how you are tossed by the author.
"... the lid."
Lu Zizhen spit out the second half of the sentence slowly, stretched out her hands with a laugh, and took her to the terrace.
The blue-green flowers swayed in the night wind, and many unknown fireflies floated on the flowers, which looked like a mist of fireworks from afar.
The dark sky hangs low, the bright stars wither, insects fly, insects fly.
A pair of murals sat quietly on the terrace.
"It's so beautiful ..." Qing Qiao looked at the beauty under his feet and couldn't help whispering to himself, "I don't know if I can see so many fireflies after leaving?"
"Good sister, these glows are not insects, but pollen." Lu Zizhen smiled narrowly, as if she had never seen the world before. "This kind of flower is called Yeguang Lan, because the pollen is fluorescent, it is very expensive. , Can only grow in Tianshui Pavilion, leaving Tianshui Pavilion will wither immediately. "
"Cut!" Qing Qiao snorted angrily, "You bluff me? Bully my countryman! Listen to An Fei, there is also a courtyard in the palace called Liumengyuan. Every summer night there will be countless fluorescent lights. Floating on the flowers is as powerful as this Tianshui Pavilion. "
"How can that be the same?" Lu Zizheng seemed to hear a big joke, leaning forward and back, "Remembrance Garden was emulated by the emperor and the old man after watching Tianshui Pavilion, and those flying fluorescent lights were also It's not pollen, but the old man sent people to collect fireflies from all over the place. Every evening, he rushed into the courtyard with a bag and a bag. When the fireflies flew out of the yard, they caught them again ... It's like this in the evenings. It's boring! "
"Ah? It turned out that the emperor also pirated ..." Qing Qiao paused, then surprised, "It seems that the cottage is really everywhere ..."
"What did you say?" Lu Zizhen looked back at her.
"Ah, it's nothing, I'm just curious, why can Ye Guanglan only live in Tianshui Pavilion?"
"You want to know the answer?" Lu Zizhen blinked and smiled very mysteriously.
"Um." Qing Qiao nodded.
"Come, stand closer." Lu Zizhen helped her to stand by the terrace, reached down and peeped down. "Do you know what fertilizer these delicate flowers need to be irrigated?"
Qing Qiao was unknown and shook his head blankly.
"It's the human brain."
He said the answer word by word, calm and calm.
With a puppet, Qing Qiao almost fell.
"The most beautiful things often need to be cultivated in the bloodiest ways."
Leaning down to pick up a flower, Lu Zizhen slowly inserted the branch into Qing Qiao's hand.
"No one knows the secret of Ye Guanglan, so no one can feed it outside."
The petals in her hands are dazzling and faint, but Qing Qiao no longer feels beautiful, only the sweaty hairs on her body stand up.
"Where are you going to find so many heads?"
"The mountain people have their own tricks." Lu Zizheng's bright red fingertips, consciously or unconsciously dangled in front of her, "the most important thing in Tianshui Pavilion is the human head and blood."
With a shudder, Qing Qiao couldn't help lowering himself, kneeling on the terrace stiffly.
Every girl has probably dreamed about the prince.
He is handsome and mighty, has great magical powers, stands on auspicious clouds, and wears gold armor.
My favorite person is a world hero, and one day he will step on the seven-color cloud to pick me up.
Said Zixia Fairy.
But my good girl, when the prince really arrives, how do you know where he will take you, it will not be another world of purgatory? 2k novel reading network