The white tiger nodded, turned into a ray of white light, and returned to the jade ring between Huangfu Yichen's fingers. The white light disappeared, and the totem of the white tiger appeared in the jade ring, looming.
This is a strange forest with all kinds of rare and exotic grasses growing there, all of which Zhihan has never seen before.
There is a colorful flower. It is so beautiful. Each petal is organized in different colors. It is so special and bright. Zhihan is attracted by this flower and subconsciously reaches out to pick it.
"Don't touch!" At the same time as the voice sounded, her wrist was grabbed![
Huangfu Yichen explained: "All the plants here are poisonous! The brighter the color, the stronger the toxicity. If you touch it, you will die!"
Zhihan took back her hand and looked around. There were bright flowers and green vines everywhere. Where would the purple peony grow?
"How to identify purple orchids?" She turned around and asked.
"It looks like a lotus, with dark purple petals and a red heart. It usually grows in relatively hidden corners and is difficult to detect. It is the king of flowers. Wherever it is found, there will be none nearby.
So many flowers, especially the beautiful and bright ones!”
Huangfu Yichen took a look around and said with certainty: "With so many bright flowers here, there must be no purple orchids. Let's go look for them nearby."
An hour later, the two still couldn't find Zi Mu Lan.
Zhihan said: "This mountain is so big, let's search separately!"
Huangfu Yichen was a little worried, so he hesitated and said, "Well, don't go too far. If anything happens, just whistle as a signal."
Zhihan rolled her eyes at him ungratefully.
Does he underestimate her so much?
The two of them parted ways, each going his own way.
Passing through a jungle, Zhihan saw a lake. Apart from weeds and woods, Zhihan saw few flowers nearby.
There should be purple orchids around here, right?
She pushed aside the grass and continued walking deeper, paying attention to her surroundings.
Suddenly, a small white figure came over, Zhihan subconsciously drew his sword and was about to strike.
"Don't hurt it!" an unfamiliar voice rang.
Zhihan suddenly remembered the lesson she just learned, sheathed her sword in time, turned her body, and narrowly avoided it.