The first calamity of the immortal of fast transmigration

Chapter 446 I Am Your Son, Your Tribulation (1)
The petals are overwhelming.

The endless blood-colored mandala is boundless, dyeing the whole world red.

Forget Chuanhe.

The other side flower.

Huangquan Road.

At the junction of the human world and the underworld, the most beautiful and unparalleled girl comes from the top of the gods.

A pure white fox fur and crane cloak swayed in the wind, covering all the girl's slender and exquisite figure, which made the girl's skin like jade, transparent and fair.

Under the cloak was a layer of light gauze, and the girl's perfectly curved jaw could be vaguely seen.

You can't even see her most transparent and beautiful lips.

With one foot deep and the other shallow, the girl walked on the ladder from the god world to the junction of the underworld in the human world.

Every step is fragrant, weak willows come to support the wind.

Beside the girl, a servant about eleven or twelve years old carefully supported her, his voice was gentle and respectful:
"Miss, Lord Shanshen fell ill again not long ago, and asked you to heal him."

"Yeah." There was a soft "hm" that didn't smell like fireworks, and the girl nodded lightly.

Extremely shallow, extremely light, like her human being, extremely delicate, it seems that a gust of wind falling from the sky and the earth can blow her away.

Like a dream, you can't catch it at all.

The girl and the servant fell to the human world for a moment.

In front of Accord, the courtyard is deep.

The spring is cold outside the window.The girl stood quietly in front of the green screen window with an indifferent expression and said nothing from beginning to end.

However... those jade-like fingertips gathered the fox fur and crane cloak more and more.

[It's so cold. 】

#This stupid girl.No matter how cold it is, don't you know how to close the window? #
A clump of Vitex peach blossoms outside the Qingluo screen window is in full bloom, but the girl is a little obsessed with seeing it, and forgets herself all of a sudden.

Forgot that I was enduring the cold.

#First Disaster Water (Deer Shuangyue), Jingtaohua is as beautiful as you, so stupid. #
The young and handsome servant ran over in a panic, stood on tiptoe, and tightened the cloak tie nervously for the girl who was still in a trance, then retreated very respectfully and closed the green screen window for the girl, "Miss, wait Next, I'll pass you the hand stove right away."

When fastening the buckle of the cloak for her, the servant blushed in pain.

On the other hand, the girl looked calm and didn't care at all.

A boy who is only eleven or twelve years old, why is he blushing?
"it is good."

With a sleepy look, she no longer had the interest to continue admiring the peach blossoms. The girl lay lazily on her side on the soft couch of the imperial concubine, with her slender and beautiful left hand slightly bent, lightly propping up her delicate and clear face.

That stunningly clear little face was still hidden under the fox fur cloak, and it was still very unreal through that layer of veil.Hazy and dreamy.

The girl seemed to be thinking about something.

Xingyue's clear and clear eyes were shining brightly, she was extremely beautiful, but she couldn't see any emotion.

The little waiter pushed the door open again at the next moment.The chilly spring outside the window made the girl feel a little uncomfortable. She is a delicate beauty who is very afraid of the cold, so the servant immediately closed the small carved door and approached the girl.

The girl's delicate little face was pillowed between her slender and beautiful arms, and that perfect upturned nose tip was so beautiful that it was lawless amidst the disillusionment of light and shadow.

Such a girl is like the most ethereal and clear orchid in the valley among the mountains isolated from the mortal world.

Like the most unattainable flower on the top of a high mountain, it is extremely beautiful, but also... extremely alienated and indifferent...

The little servant knew that the girl was weak, so he quickly built a fire in the room and lit the incense. The fresh and elegant fragrance lingered in the Accord. The little servant tenderly and respectfully handed the stove to the girl's palm.

"Miss, when do we leave for the mountain temple?"

(End of this chapter)