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Chapter 208 The Land of the Gods 1
The warm spring breeze blows on the face, and the faint fragrance of peach blossom lingers on the tip of the nose.

As soon as Si Zhuo opened his eyes, he saw a tree full of peach blossoms floating in the air under the breeze.

A blush flashed before his eyes.

It was as if something fell gently between the eyebrows.

She reached out and took what fell between her eyebrows.

The soft and bright petals are on her fingertips, making her hands more clean and white.

Si Zhuo looked down at the peach blossoms on her fingertips, and slowly got up from the reclining chair. There was a gentle breeze around her, and the branches covered with peach blossoms swayed above her head. The world was quiet and peaceful.

"It's quite similar..."

Si Zhuo's gaze slowly scanned every inch of the surrounding area, every inch was a familiar appearance in memory.

The romance of the endless sea of ​​flowers makes people's hearts tender.

She likes the peach blossoms all over the mountains and plains in the land left by the gods.

This was planted by her and Ji Hua.

She has cast spells on every peach blossom. The peach blossoms here bloom in four seasons and never wither.

Si Zhuo smiled slowly, the red raindrops between her brows became more and more alluring, and the golden flowing cloud patterns on the white background swayed in the breeze, and the afternoon sun fell on her body, covering her with a layer of skylight.

The former high priest of the land of the gods.

Holy as viburnum, merciful as a god.

When the breeze blows over the eyebrows and eyes, it seems that the tenderness of peach blossoms has bloomed.

"Unfortunately, no matter how real it looks, it is also fake..."

Si Zhuo crushed the peach blossoms on his fingertips, and the crimson flower juice remained on his fingertips, and a thousand-faced laughter came from his ears, "High Priest, no..."

"Naturally, fake ones can't fool the high priest, and this emperor will not spend a lot of time doing useless work."

"Look, in this world, which inch is fake?"

The fingertips were dyed the scarlet color of peach blossoms, and every touch felt extremely real.

"High Priest, this is the land of the gods..."

The voice of Qianmian Zhizhi reverberated in the endless sea of ​​flowers, but it was invisible, but it seemed to be integrated with everything around it, everywhere, and it seemed extremely deceptive.

"Noisy."

Si Zhuo sneered, twirled his palms, and fluttered his clothes.

The silver light spread around her around her, sweeping across the peach blossoms all over the mountains and plains.

Qian Mian Zhi Zhi's annoying voice completely disappeared in his ears.

When the peach blossoms were colorful and falling, Si Zhuo's eyes narrowed slightly.

The branches swayed slightly in front of her eyes, and the figure not far away was looming.

The man knelt and sat on the peach blossoms all over the ground under the tree, the white clothes that were as clean as snow were spread on the ground, dotted with crimson peach blossom petals on the snow-colored clothes.

Mo hair meanders down behind her, with flower petals in her hair.

The breeze carried Luo Ying.

Gently stroked the boy's side face.

On a face as white as jade, pale crimson lips were gently pursed into a shallow arc, her smile was clean and beautiful, as if she had caught two peach blossoms.

In the colorful falling flowers, the young man is like a person in a painting.

His eyes rested intently on the tree roots.

Holding a small shovel in his hand, he gently dug up the soft soil.

His clean hands were stained with mud, but he didn't care, and suddenly seemed to see something.

He put down the shovel and stuck his hand into the small hole.

His long eyelashes trembled slightly, as if a butterfly had landed on the eyelids.

"found it!"

The boy's familiar and clear voice fell on Si Zhuo's ears.

Si Zhuo was in a daze for a moment.

"Ji Hua..."

The young man took out a wine jar buried under the tree, and subconsciously wiped the sweat from his cheeks with his hand, but accidentally wiped the mud on the side of his face, which made his handsome appearance a little cute.

He looked back suddenly, smiling like a peach blossom.

"My lord, you are back..."

"The peach blossom wine we buried here last year is ready to drink..."

The young man's face was clean and delicate, his eyes were as clear as snow, his eyes were dotted with a smile, as if a pool of starlight had fallen, and the tenderness of peach blossoms in March bloomed on his lips.

Well-deserved, God's legacy comes on snow.

Holding the peach blossom wine in his hands, the young man stepped across the ground and slowly walked towards her.

"My lord, smell it, the wine smells so good..."

He blinked lightly, opened the wine jar, raised his hand to hold it in front of her, and it perfectly overlapped with the picture in Si Zhuo's memory.

Si Zhuo had already recovered, took the wine jar and sneered.

"Qianmianzhizhi, your little tricks are too clumsy. Ji Hua is not here."

The boy looked at her suspiciously, "My lord, what are you talking about?"

Si Zhuo looked at him with dim eyes, and a silver light attacked him mercilessly.

"My lord, you..."

The boy opened his eyes wide in astonishment, and the silver light penetrated his body.

He instantly turned into colorful peach blossoms and scattered in the air.

"Then, High Priest, tell me, where is Ji Hua now?"

Qianmian Zhizhi's haunting voice appeared in her ears again.

Si Zhuo lowered his eyes and looked at with a sneer, the wine jars of fine wine were scattered on the ground.

The aroma of peach blossoms is mixed with the aroma of wine, which is intoxicatingly beautiful.

Before coming here, Tianxiu told her not to worry about Ji Hua, because Ji Hua was...

Si Zhuo was slightly taken aback, her heart sank.

Tianxiu said that Ji Hua was...

Where is Ji Hua?
Everything around her was silent, and her eyes flashed blankly for a moment.

Ji Hua, where is it?

"High Priest, where is Ji Hua?"

Qianmian Zhizhi's voice came to mind again, as if he was still a little proud, Si Zhuo's face suddenly darkened, and his cold eyes fell on the warm sea of ​​flowers.

She frowned, feeling that some memories were rapidly fading away.

And some distant memories became clearer and clearer, as if it happened yesterday.

In the intoxicating aroma of the wine, she remembered that she and Ji Hua collected peach petals to make wine last year.

She picked it up for a while and then became lazy.

She was resting on the deck chair under the tree, and Ji Hua playfully shook the peach blossom branch above her head, and the petals fell all over her body.

Then she pressed him on the recliner, leaving scars like peach blossoms on his body.

The memories of last year flashed past my eyes frame by frame, so clear.

No, not last year...

It's clearly been thousands of years.

Si Zhuo's eyes were dark and cold.

"High Priest, where is Ji Hua..."

The voice of Qianmian Zhizhi still echoed in the surroundings.

Si Zhuo looked very dazed.

"He's right behind you..."

Si Zhuo suddenly turned her head, and saw the young man in white raising his hand to brush away the peach blossom branches, staring at her with clear eyes through the crimson petals, smiling gently.

"My lord, today is the Lantern Festival, shall we go to see the lanterns together?"

Lantern Festival, lanterns...

The boy held a rabbit paper lantern in his hand, and the memory of looking back and smiling at the brightly lit night market became clearer with his words.

"it is good."

Si Zhuo answered with a smile just like in memory.

The boy smiled and stepped forward, wanting to hold her hand.

However, in the next second, a dazzling silver light swept across the entire Peach Blossom Forest, and everything around it turned into ruins in an instant.

The blue-black smoke in the ruins was exposed unexpectedly.

"Tsk, High Priest calm down, don't you want to enjoy this rare and wonderful time?"

"You who are still suppressed by the way of heaven, even if you are angry, you can't help me..."

"The way of heaven?"

Si Zhuo narrowed his eyes.

Qian Mian Zhi Zhi did not make another sound.

　The editor said that it is best not to finish the old book before the new book is ready, so in order to connect well, this book will be slower before the new book is signed (the editor is too worried, I am very slow... )
　　
　
(End of this chapter)