The green tea villain just wants to eat soft rice

There is an endless and dazzling red in front of the eyes, which makes people confused. twenty one

The warm spring breeze blowing on Xiao Qingyu's face should have refreshed his mind, but it kindled a fire in his heart for no reason.

In the wind was the strong and even pungent peach blossom fragrance, which rushed straight into Xiao Qingyu's nostrils, making him almost nauseous.

Even the mind is a little dizzy.

"Little Peach Blossom... where are you..."

There was an indistinct calling sound in his ear, Xiao Qingyu looked around, his consciousness shuttled between the endless peach blossoms, but he couldn't see where it came from.

where is this?

Xiao Qingyu tried to move his steps, but found that he seemed to have merged with this vast land, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move half a step.

"Little Peach Blossom? Mother came to look for you, have you hidden away?"

Mother?

Who is Little Peach Blossom?

Xiao Qingyu tried to call for help, but he seemed to be sealed in an independent space, even if he tried his best, he couldn't attract the attention of the caller.

Of course, it's also possible that he never made a sound at all.

In the peach grove, the singing of warblers and the gurgling of the flowing water are just like the harmony of spring.

The strange fire in his heart was burning more and more vigorously. In a trance, the peach blossoms all over Xiao Qingyu's body flowed, which almost dazzled his eyes. It seemed that he was not in the peach forest in spring, but in the blazing desert.

At his feet, there was a spring of cool water, Xiao Qingyu couldn't hold back, he tapped his fingertips, intending to draw a wisp of clear spring to irrigate his body and reduce the heat of his body.

However, almost nothing but a stream of spiritual power flowed out from the fingertips.

Was his spiritual power sealed?

Xiao Qingyu was a little dazed, and tried to squat down and get a handful of water at the spring, but she couldn't even bend down.

It's so weird.

Xiao Qingyu lowered her head to take a look at her hands, but...

He has no hands at all!

All that can be seen is a brown branch dotted with many unopened flower buds.

In the entire peach grove, even in this sunny spring, there is only one tree in the center that has never bloomed.

And this tree is him!

In the next moment, a cool feeling spread from the soles of his feet upwards.

The soles of Xiao Qingyu's feet are closely connected to the earth, the roots of the tree are diligently absorbing the sweet flowing water from the ground, and his flower branches are under the sun, flaring wantonly, madly greedy for the heat of the sun.

Was his fever also due to the sun?

"Little Peach Blossom..."

Perhaps Xiao Qingyu realized that in his current state, he should no longer use ordinary means to "listen", but should become one with the earth, using his roots buried deep in the ground to perceive Wanmu's inner voice. This time he could hear Be clearer.

It is a gentle and gentle female voice.

The sun shone between his branches, casting fine shadows all over the ground.

The sound of birdsong in the forest became more and more crisp and sweet, and Xiao Qingyu could feel the joy in it even though he could not understand the language.

A yellow warbler stopped at the end of his branch, sang intimately among the dense flower buds, and occasionally rubbed his soft wings against his flower buds, playing and playing with him.

"... Yuanyuan?" A name suddenly appeared in my heart, and the oriole seemed to be able to read minds, and seemed to be a psychic, and immediately jumped on his branch a few times.

Xiao Qingyu's consciousness as a person gradually became hazy, but his consciousness as a tree became clearer.

Little Peach Blossom...

It's him.

The voice of the visitor seemed to be getting closer, and he wanted to walk in front of him at any time, then caressed his flower buds, and continued to call him "Little Peach Blossom" in a loving voice.

However, he is obviously also one of the thousands of peach blossoms, why does the fragrance of flowers in the air make him so uncomfortable?

Even though countless streams of cool water poured from the soles of his feet, Xiao Qingyu still felt his body was hot, as if what was shining on him was not the sun, but a ball of flames.

How strange, he is obviously just a tree, how can he still be afraid of the sun?

"I found you, my little Peach Blossom." The female voice became softer and more pleasant, and she was already approaching.

That's right, he is the only peach tree here that hasn't blossomed, so it's not surprising that he was found so quickly.

The woman's warm breath sprayed on Xiao Qingyu's flower buds, Xiao Qingyu couldn't help but tremble slightly in the wind, and the woman was even more interested, gently stroking his unreleased flower buds.

It was a strange and comfortable feeling that almost made him indulge in it and forget who he was.

...Wait, who is he?

Xiao Taohua, Xiao Taohua, no, he is Xiao Qingyu!

The fragrance of peach blossoms in the room was almost turning into substance. Chu Xun stared at the person on the bed solemnly. The strangeness before could not be explained. Although it might be related to Xiao Qingyu's life experience, it was a detail beyond the setting of the original book. Evolution, I don't know whether it is good or bad.

Xiao Qingyu had already "sleeped" for a day and a night, and Chu Xun just kept watch in front of his bed for a day and a night.

Chu Xun didn't move a single step, except for the second time when he went downstairs and asked for a bowl of hangover soup, and suffered the ambiguous gaze of the second time.

Chu Xun heard a lot of miscellaneous words from him, sometimes it was "Mother", sometimes it was "Little Peach Blossom", and there was something like "Yuan".

When the original owner picked up Xiao Qingyu, he was only five or six years old, did he have such a rich past?

Chu Xun felt a faint sense of discomfort in his heart.

"Master, Master..."

Xiao Qingyu struggled violently on the bed, and even the peach blossom fragrance that Chu Xun was a little accustomed to became even stronger.

Chu Xun felt relieved.

Fortunately, if you can still think of him, then it doesn't count, the dream is too deep.

Chu Xun hesitated for a while, and took the initiative to hold the young flower branch that was running around Xiao Qingyu's waist.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but the trembling of the flower branches is similar to the fluttering of Xiao Qingyu's eyelashes.

It seemed that what he grabbed was not a flower branch, but a part of Xiao Qingyu's body.

...and indeed a part of him.

Chu Xun's gaze complexly moved back and forth between the mischievous and lively Xiao Taohua and the painful-looking Xiao Qingyu. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed that these two states appeared on Xiao Qingyu at the same time.

"What is there in the dream that can make you not want to wake up?"

It's not because I don't want to, but because I can't.

At the moment when Xiao Qingyu's consciousness was awakened, countless peach blossoms around her suddenly appeared in their original form.

They are not peach blossoms at all!

From each peach tree, a female ghost in red clothes and long hair came out.

Peach wood is originally a tree for dispelling evil, it should not cause filth and protect one side, but these countless female ghosts did not know what method they used to live in the peach tree, and even deceived him from the very beginning.

At this moment, they smiled coldly, bared their teeth and danced their claws, and walked towards the middle of the peach forest.

And he was right in the middle of that peach tree.

The woman who used to caress him intimately has now become the leader, with a black fire burning at her fingertips, trying to burn and tear his flower buds to pieces.

And the slender claws of the oriole suddenly enlarged at some point, turning into a pair of silver steel claws, angrily tearing at his branches.

The previous scorching heat was not caused by sunlight, but because this woman had been scorching his meridians with poisonous fire from the beginning to the end; and the itch he thought was produced by the sharp claws of this "Kite".

Everything is a blindfold!

It hurts.

It was as if every inch of his body had been ravaged by madness.

The flower branch in the palm suddenly wilted, lying weakly in Chu Xun's hands.

And the face of the person in front of him, which was originally flushed due to the slight heat, also lost all blood at this moment.

A magnificent line of blood oozes from the edge of Xiao Qingyu's lips, already dripping with cold sweat.

"Yu'er! Wake up! Wake up!"

What kind of dream is it that can hurt someone?

Chu Xun's mood fluctuated, and he took out a handkerchief from his sleeve, soaked some water to wipe off the fine sweat on his forehead, but he still couldn't wake up his mind.

Come to think of it, he still had to rely on himself.

[Master, there is a change in his spiritual power. 】

[And it's a spiritual power change that doesn't belong to him. 】Ming Feng hesitated for a moment, then added another sentence.

Spiritual changes?

That is to say, what Xiao Qingyu experienced was not a dream, but...

Someone is up to something.

The biggest problem can only come from the peach blossom wine.

This wine was originally requested by Xiao Qingyu, and judging by the performance of the waiter in the shop, it is indeed the specialty of this side.

"Mingfeng, are you still unable to analyze the special ingredients of peach blossom wine?"

[Calculation completed.Master, there is also abnormal spiritual power in the wine, but I don't know why, it didn't show at the beginning. 】

Chu Xun tapped his knuckles lightly, and his brain was spinning rapidly.

The two of them have just arrived, and they have no grievances or enmities with the store owner. What's more, seeing the teasing look on the waiter's face, he really treats the two of them as...

Chu Xun shook his head uncomfortably, suppressing his strange concerns.

In short, it shouldn't be the store owner who wants to harm the two of them, but all the peach blossom wines here have this abnormality.

Thinking of this, Chu Xun went downstairs again and asked the waiter for another jar of peach blossom wine.

The waiter's expression changed suddenly, and he finally opened his mouth and said, "Fellow Daoist, ahem, it's been two days, although the beauty is good, I still need to...cough, to be frugal..."

Chu Xun didn't want to talk nonsense with him, so he threw out a drawer of spirit beads and hurried back to the room, leaving the waiter standing there alone, dumbfounded.

Pat off the sealing mud on the wine jar, the clear and sweet aroma of the wine immediately diffused out. It also smells like peach blossoms, but mixed with the smell of alcohol, not as clear as Xiao Qingyu's smell.

Chu Xun rubbed the center of his brows with difficulty, drove away the messy thoughts in his mind, and ordered Mingfeng to analyze.

With the guidance of the clues, Mingfeng easily detected the same fluctuation of spiritual power from it.

Although the aroma of peach blossoms on the tip of the nose was intoxicating, it also gave Chu Xun a hint.

The raw materials for the peach blossom wine in the whole city come from the peach forests in the outer suburbs.

And before the two came here, they just went to that peach grove again.

I'm afraid that the peach trees in the entire mountain area are all stained with the same thing.

Chu Xun broke Xiao Qingyu's fingers holding the jade pendant, placed it in front of his eyes, and carefully felt the changes.

From the southeast to the center, two places have been lit.

The scene of saying the word "law" with Xiao Qingyu in unison that day is still vivid in my memory.

It seems that his apprentice is not that ignorant, he has already been aware of many things.

That's good.

"Master..." Xiao Qingyu's breathing became more and more heavy, and she had already fallen into a deep nightmare. Her ten fingers almost pinched into her own flesh, drawing bloodstains on her white skin.

"I'm here as a teacher." Chu Xun's heart skipped a beat, and he silently inserted his fingers between his fingers, and shook hands with him.

And the little peach blossom growing from Xiao Qingyu's waist wrapped around his wrist obediently, also lusting after his slightly cold body temperature.