Seeing the fire of hell at the mountain pass, the seventh girl was astonished. The flower in the dream suddenly appeared in front of her eyes, and she always felt that it was still the same as in the dream.
Tang Yang reached out to pick it, and she shouted, "What are you doing? Stop it."
Tang Yang had already picked up the fire of hell in his hand and smiled at her, "This is the antidote."
He rubbed it on the palm of his hand, and then took the seventh girl's hand. Some of the flower juice of hell fire was stained on the back of her hand. The juice was like blood and the color was particularly bright. It seemed like blood had been smeared on the back of her hand. She
He stared blankly, "Really? Is it so magical?"
Only then did she remember that she had fallen down in the mountains and her face fell on the fire of hell. It was true that she woke up after being stained with juice, but at that time she thought she had enough concentration.
"How did you know?" Miss Qi asked him curiously.
Tang Yang did not hide anything and said: "Prince Anfeng said that they came to Dushan to look for General Fang's body back then. They entered and left the mountain without any hindrance. It was because they knew this secret. Now you have smeared the curse of hell."
If you use the juice of fire, you will not be confused by hallucinations all the way in, and you can clearly see the scenery of Dushan!"
"It's actually like this. I thought it would be difficult to solve the mystery of Dushan Mountain, but I didn't know that the poison was detoxified with the fire of hell." The seventh girl murmured.
Tang Yang looked at her, "Yes, some things that seem difficult to solve, difficult roads to take, and difficult decisions to make can actually be made very easy, as long as you don't think about it too complicated!"
"Why do I think you have something to say?" Miss Qi glanced at him indifferently.
Tang Yang cupped his hands and said, "No, no, it's just what I feel, I don't mean anything else."
The seventh girl was so happy that she didn't bother to pay attention to him and went straight to the mountains.
"Wait for me!" Tang Yang chased after him, his smile brighter than the sun. He walked to the seventh girl and glanced at her, "You just smiled, it was very beautiful, more beautiful than flowers."
"When I was eighteen years old, I would be very happy to hear this." The seventh girl chuckled and put her finger on her lips, "Shut up and don't stop me from enjoying the beautiful scenery. You too, it's a rare trip to the mountains.
It should be appreciated."
Tang Yang suppressed his voice but made it just right for her to hear, "Of all the scenery in the mountains, how can it compare to you?"
The seventh girl sneered, as long as she had a little more love experience, she wouldn't be able to say such love words that only teenagers like to hear.
It can be seen that Tang Yang's relationship has been completely blank these years.
On Dushan Mountain, the mountains are magnificent, the mountain flowers are strange, and there are many rare mountain treasures. A small stream winds around the entire Dushan Mountain like a jade belt. The sunlight shines through the dense branches and leaves, shining like broken gold on the colorful mountains.
The leaves of the nine-turn leaf are black, which is very strange, and they love to bloom next to the fiery red hell fire. The contrast between red and black makes people feel intoxicated and dizzy, like staring into a whirlpool.
No more illusions, but more intoxication. This is the visual impact that the beautiful scenery brings to people.
It was as if the past events were flashing before my eyes, and each scene, happy or unhappy, passed away like a passing cloud.
Miss Qi never thought that she was a persistent person in the past. Instead, she thought that she had opened up a lot.
But now, looking at the beautiful scenery of this mountain, my mind has become empty, and I can clearly see the flaws in my character.
She still resented Tang Yang, but she kept convincing herself that she had forgotten her past and let go, so she could tolerate him unfazed.
Damn his indifference, she still hated his ruthlessness back then.
Why should she bear the consequences of his dilemma of loyalty?
Damn his understanding, if he doesn't give her a good explanation in this life, how about she hate him for the rest of her life?
Who says you have to let go when you reach middle age?