Absolutely arrogant: The Defying Little Concubine

Chapter 382 [Pursuit of Peach Blossom]

"This is the fireworks you gave me? Sure enough, there are smoke and fire, very unique...haha..."

Meng Xiaodie laughed heartily. At first, the fireworks looked like they were there. Flowers of fire bloomed in the air, gorgeous and dazzling, but after a while, the fireworks shot up into the sky, as if there were more fires than fireworks.

Looking at the distant sky, Yang Gan was dumbfounded. He had arranged the fireworks in his direction, but how did setting off fireworks turn into arson? How could he lose the chain at a critical moment?

Meng Xiaodie smiled like a flower, and looked at Yang Gan with a half-smile, seeing that his face was hot.

"Haha..." Meng Xiaodie laughed out loud.

"What are you laughing at? Just say so if you don't like it." Yang Gan said angrily, causing Meng Xiaodie to laugh again: "Haha... I like it, I like it very much. This is the first time I've seen such a special firework... Haha..."

With a black line on his forehead, Yang Gan secretly blamed Zhang Qian for his ineffectiveness in handling affairs, and what kind of skilled craftsman he was looking for, which made him lose face and ruined such a serious pursuit atmosphere.

"Woman, don't laugh!" Yang Gan said sullenly, "Although something went wrong with this one, the one below is definitely fine."

"What else? What is it?" Meng Xiaodie asked with great interest when she heard the words. She was very relaxed with Yang Gan, and she changed her previous indifference.

"Secret!" Yang Gan tugged, turned his back, took out a mud ball from his arms, squeezed it hard, and the mud ball broke instantly.

As the mud ball shattered, a sloppy Taoist suddenly opened his eyes, knowing that it was time for him to appear on the stage, he judged the direction, and disappeared into the night sky in a flash.

"What is it? You can't lie to me." Meng Xiaodie asked on the top of the mountain.

Yang Qian raised his head and didn't answer. In fact, he himself was not sure. He didn't know if He Qiudao would come, after all, time had passed for a long time.

After a while, Yang Gan suddenly beamed with joy, and saw He Qiudao not far away, who was integrated into the night, nodded at him, and then said to Meng Xiaodie: "Here comes the gift!" Take out a peach pit.

"Your gift can't be this peach pit!" Meng Xiaodie asked, glanced at He Qiudao's hiding place, feeling that the matter was not simple.

Yang Gan didn't answer, he held the peach pit in his left hand, pointed with his right hand, and the peach pit slowly fell to the ground.

Not far away, He Qiudao calmed down, pinched a seal with both hands, and moved towards the ground, and an invisible wave came out.

The peach core on the ground burst open, and soon the peach kernel began to sprout, and two young leaves pulled out, and then grew rapidly, and in a short time, it turned into a peach tree with a height of seven feet, with luxuriant branches and leaves, and stopped growing .

This is not over yet, one after another buds are born on the peach tree, and then the peach blossoms are in full bloom. In an instant, thousands of peach blossoms are competing for beauty, exuding a fragrant fragrance.

"This... so beautiful..."

Meng Xiaodie showed surprise on her face, she stepped forward to touch it, but found that the peach tree's branches were like horned dragons, and the peach blossoms were fragrant and beautiful, it was not a blindfold at all, but it really existed.

"Do you like it?" Yang Gan softly said, and stepped forward to grab Meng Xiaodie's hand. Meng Xiaodie nodded heavily, reveling in the romance that Yang Qian wove for her.

Yang Gan grabbed her hand, picked a handful of peach blossoms together, and then threw them upwards. The pink petals swayed in the air and drifted away with the mountain wind.

He Qiudao's hands changed one after another, and his five fingers turned into phantoms. After the peach blossoms fell to the ground, they suddenly changed again. The petals began to sprout and grew into peach trees, and then the peach trees bloomed again. There are more than a dozen peach trees in full bloom on the barren mountain top.

Meng Xiaodie giggled, took Yang Gan's hand to pick peach blossoms, and sprinkled them in the distance.

In the dark, He Qiudao's face turned blue. If this goes on, no matter how strong his magic power is, he can't cover it, but seeing the two of them playing, he can only cast spells with all his strength.

Peach trees took root and sprouted on the barren mountain tops, and within a short time, they became a peach forest. The flowers were blooming and falling, as if they were in the spring of March, instead of being in the cold winter.

Meng Xiaodie took Yang Gan's hand and ran cheeringly in the peach forest, like two butterflies flying.

(End of this chapter)