Self-rescue guide for the villain BOSS of fast wear

Chapter 311 The Enchantress Is Poisonous (32)

Immortal-style rascals are the most overwhelming.

Seeing his tough yet slightly aggrieved appearance, Feng Mei actually finds it...surprisingly cute.

In the end, she sighed, put her hands on her forehead, and resignedly pulled him forward——

She must be sick, otherwise, how could she feel pleasing to the eye when looking at a person?

Liyuan Town is full of tourists, and the streets are very lively, Feng Mei is looking for people to inquire about the stable woman back then.

But when I asked, there was no such person.

In other words, no one knows this person.

After inquiring about five or six houses in a row, Feng Mei looked at the old lady resting under the pear tree: "Grandmother, there was only Mrs. Zhang in your whole town back then. Is there really no impression?"

That Zhang Wenpo is very famous, otherwise she would not have been invited to Liuxian Island to deliver Mu Ruanruan.

The old lady half-closed her eyes and looked at the person in front of her who looked like the incarnation of the Sydney flower elf. After thinking for a while, she said, "Are you talking about the town 18 years ago, or after that?"

Without waiting for Feng Mei to answer, she continued on her own, "It was 18 years ago, and it was useless if you asked, no one in the town would know."

Feng Mei's eyes lit up, and there was a soft smile on the corner of her lips: "Grandma, what do you say?"

The gaze of Immortal Glazed Light next to her fell on her face for a moment. She always liked to smile, and her smile was also very beautiful. However, it was the first time he saw this kind of softness that could be called "soft" on her face. laugh.

This smile was like a flower blooming in his heart, he felt his whole heart tremble, crispy and itchy, that feeling was so wonderful that he couldn't bear to blink his eyes.

His gaze was too direct and hot. Feng Mei naturally noticed it, but she didn't bother to pay attention to it. The old woman sighed heavily——

"Creating evil!"

18 years ago, Liyuan Town was still a peaceful and peaceful town. Every season when the pear blossoms were in full bloom, it always attracted many tourists and people lived a prosperous life.

However, after one night, the town became a dead town.

Tu Town.

Not a single person was left alive in the whole town.

No one knows who did it.

It was the season when the pear blossoms were in full bloom. There was a strong wind overnight, and all the petals of the pear blossoms fell, covering the corpses all over the place. The white petals were soaked in blood.

It's like a huge flower funeral.

All Sydney flowers sleep with their masters.

It is said that since then, the pear flowers in the whole town have not bloomed for three full years.

In the fourth year, the pear blossoms are in full bloom. Among the pure white, many flower branches still have coquettish blood red, just like white snow and red plum blossoms, which is the ultimate beauty.

It is also this kind of beauty that gradually attracts many homeless people to stay here and settle down, and this dead town gradually regains its vitality.

Sydney blossoms year after year, attracting more and more people, and the town is becoming more and more prosperous. No one remembers the pain that this town has had.

"They remember."

I remember this town, every plant and tree in the town, the baby birds flying by, the small river flowing by, and the Sydney flowers that guard the town year after year.

The old lady caressed the trunk of the pear tree beside her. The skin of the thick trunk was chapped after years of baptism, showing a kind of vicissitudes of time, just like the hands of an old man.

She squinted and looked at the sea of ​​flowers in the distance, clusters of pear flowers were blooming happily.

"Thousands of pear flowers, the most is the blood pear flower of Xiandao."

(End of this chapter)