I'm going to raise my head again today

Chapter 161 The gloomy girl and the underworld young master (166)

Xiong Lin giggled twice, as if she was too lazy to continue on this topic, she lowered her head and went to play with her freshly done nails.

Unexpectedly, Xiong Lin in private turned out to be this kind of personality, hot, bold, and open, but also very similar to a cat, lazy, careless, to be honest, it is difficult for ordinary people to resist.

Soon, a group of people got into the car.

Because there are a lot of people going together, I packed a car.

Along the way, everyone laughed and laughed, and arrived at the foot of Fenghuang Mountain an hour later.

The scenery on the road is beautiful, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, and several people are busy taking out their mobile phones to take pictures.

After the car drove on the winding mountain road for a while, the road above became several forked intersections.

It was too narrow, so the huge car had to park in a nearby open space, which was still a long way from the top of the mountain. Everyone got out of the car one after another, intending to walk.

Luo Lan and Fang Xiaxia walked behind the team, watching the mighty group of people head to the top of the mountain.

The weather in early May, especially in the mountains, the breeze blowing on the face is particularly refreshing.

Fenghuang Mountain is not high, but the whole mountain is green and green, reflecting the blue sky, just like being placed in a painting.

"Do you want to drink water?" Li Yuehe in front suddenly handed a bottle of water and turned around. Luo Lan was looking around when he heard Li Yuehe's voice.

She looked at the hand holding a bottle of water in front of her, and then raised her eyes, Li Yuehe's face as warm as jade came into view, with a gentle smile on her face, and because of the heat, her forehead was slightly wet I sweat a lot.

"Thank you." Luo Lan took it generously, unscrewed the lid, took a few sips with her head tilted back, looked up at the mountaintop not far away, and felt that the heat and fatigue all over her body disappeared immediately.

Phoenix Mountain is not steep, on the contrary, the slope is very gentle, and there is a cement road to go up, so there are also many private cars driving up, or teenagers on bicycles roaring past with backpacks on their backs.

When we reached the top of the mountain, it was close to eleven o'clock, and there was a tall stone standing on it, with the three characters "Phoenix Mountain" written in red paint.

Not far away, a few short orange trees stick out their heads crookedly in the grass and grow against the wind.

Next to the orange tree are thorns several meters high, and it is not easy for people to walk over it. There is only a dilapidated brick wall there, and the thorns below cover it.

Several people seemed to have never seen this kind of fruit grown from the barren mountains, and they were extremely excited. After several attempts, several of them climbed up the broken wall.

The wall was also dilapidated, maybe it was about to be demolished, and there was a sign beside it warning, don't approach it.

But there are still curious people who climb up with luck.

Luo Lan was sweating for them, they are a group of people who are not afraid of death.

Tired of eating the plump and delicious fruits in the market, I am interested in this kind of dry and fleshless fruit.

It's nothing more than the psychology of rich people who like to try new things and pursue excitement.

However, not long after, a dozen or so shriveled oranges were picked.

One of them handed one to Li Yuehe, saying to keep it as a souvenir.

Li Yuehe hesitated for a moment, reached out to take it, stared at it for a while, and then stuffed the orange into his backpack.

Seeing that Luo Lan was also watching, the boy smiled and handed one to Luo Lan.

Luo Lan took it generously and thanked her.

The boy waved his hand, glanced at Li Yuehe, left a meaningful look, and then walked away with a smile.

　Tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival, I wish all the little angels a happy holiday in advance!The author has a cold and cannot let go of his stomach to eat mooncakes! 55555.It has been serialized for more than two months, time flies so fast.It’s rare to be at home this year during the Mid-Autumn Festival. I feel no different from usual, maybe it’s because I’m getting old. . . . . .old. . . . . .Alas, I can't help but babble a few words, in fact, the author likes to babble, but it seems that the little angels don't care much,
　　
　
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