die for

On Jinshan Mountain, the four seasons are like spring, and the apricot blossoms that can be seen everywhere are withered all over the ground after being hit by the hem of the clothes.Shao Si Ming followed behind Da Si Ming, and couldn't help but sneezed, she covered her mouth and nose consciously.

"Ruan Qingjue named his mountain brocade, and the flowers grown on the mountain are called brocade blooms. Unfortunately, some people like flowers and others are doomed to miss them. No wonder you didn't come here back then."

Shao Si Ming snorted softly to express his dissatisfaction.

Da Si Ming unsealed the door of the house, went in to boil water and poured tea for the two of them.

"How about seeing things with tea?"

"A son is like his father, stingy."

"Oh, I'm sorry, sorry, I only know this."

Passing the palm of the hand over the teacup, the majestic mountains came into view.

"Your Highness, my subordinates have asked. There is indeed a Taoist in the mountain who has practiced immortality for many years, and maybe he can really cure Mr. Ruan's illness."

The wheels turned slowly, and a pair of bony hands lifted the curtains and glanced outside.

Bai Lin lowered the curtains noncommittally, allowing his subordinates to enter the mountain.

There was something wrapped in a cloth in his arms, and he could vaguely see the slight bullying inside.He sat up straight sideways and trapped the things in his arms in a small space with his body.Then he carefully unfolded the cloth, revealing a strange but cute monster.

The beast was covered in snow-white fluff, and its ears were as slender as willow leaves, hanging obediently on both sides of its body. The tips of its ears were as black as ink, half as snowy and half as pure black.So are his limbs.

Bai Lin stroked his hair lightly with his hand, he was so confused that he couldn't see the expression clearly, but he was more gentle than ever.

The dense fog in the mountains outside the car is gradually rising, and the sound of reading aloud is like an old man at dusk, sometimes like a cardamom girl, sometimes like a child with yellow horns, and there is no similarity at the moment, and there is no ending.

Bai Lin hugged the things in his arms a little tighter, the colorful clothes and golden crowns were useless in the deep mountains and old forests.

But if this is the only way, how can he back down.

He said, "Chen Che, if seniors recite poems and invite you, you should abandon your car and walk on foot as a respect."

The strange wind in the mountain was blowing up, as if scolding him for his wild words.Bai Lin stood beside the carriage, looking recalcitrantly at the dark clouds gathering above his head, "I trade my life for his life, I ask for what I have, does it depend on your mood?"