Yang Zimei tried to push hard, but his body could not pull up hard. He could only sink gradually and then lost consciousness.
When I opened my eyes again, I found a beautiful picture in front of me.
The grass is green and the wild flowers are colorful and swaying in the sunlight. There is a crystal clear stream flowing quietly next to it, and there are many small fish swimming in the water.
There are also many beautiful butterflies dancing around me.
Hallucination?
Yang Zimei wiped his eyes to make sure that what he saw in front of him was a real scene and not an illusion.
Xiaoqian, where are Lianyi and the others?
Yang Zimei realized that his hands were empty and looked around hurriedly.
She was the only one around.
Xiao Qian, Lianyi and Huo Wenhua are all gone!
She stood up hurriedly and realized that the clothes she was wearing were wrong.
She lowered her head and saw that it was not her original casual clothes, but a set of white silk clothes, which had an ancient and elegant feel.
This is……
Surprised, she took out the mirror with the phoenix weeping blood from the storage ring and looked at herself.
Her ice-blue hair, which turned out to be pure anger due to anger, turned into pure black again, with the white silk ribbon that Xuehu gave her tied in her hair.
Looking at my feet, I have also been put on a pair of thin embroidered shoes, with white uppers and elegant little flowers embroidered on them.
Who changed her clothes?
She suddenly felt a little creepy and touched her neck.
The mahogany sign is still there.
The string of icy blue crystals on my wrist that was given to me by Long Zhutian is also there.
The skin on my body has not darkened, it is still as white as snow.
She recalled it and remembered that she sank into the Black River and lost consciousness.
How did you end up here?
Where did they go?
"Xiao Qian, Lianyi, Mr. Huo——"
Yang Zimei's Dantian was filled with luck and he shouted loudly.
However, she didn't get any response, so she started searching along the creek.
Everything here is beautiful and quiet, as if it is a paradise untainted by the mundane world. The beautiful bells and souls should be the location of some spiritual acupoint.
At the end of the stream, there was a man wearing a fishing hat sitting.
This person wears black clothes and a black hat, but the skin on her hands is not black, but close to her skin color, white and a bit transparent, and even exudes a faint gleam.
Finally met someone.
Yang Zimei felt happy and walked over to him, calling softly, "Hello!"
The man did not answer her, but continued fishing with his bamboo hat lowered.
Seeing a small stool next to him, Yang Zimei sat down and wanted to see him clearly.
The chin exposed under the hat looks slim and handsome, and the cherry red thin lips are slightly pursed, sexy and evil.
I wonder what kind of majestic face will be revealed when the hat is lifted?
Yang Zimei couldn't help but recall the first time he saw Snow Lake.
That is truly a face that captivates the entire country and enchants all beings.
Thinking of Death again!
Half of his face resembles Xue Hu, but he is also extremely handsome.
This man’s chin also looks a bit like Xuehu’s!
How wonderful it would be if it were a snow lake!
If it were Snow Lake, it would be impossible to turn a deaf ear to her existence.
It's probably someone else.
The only way to wait for him to respond is until a fish takes the bait.
Then, she looked at his fishing rod.
It is a very ordinary fishing rod made of bamboo, but the fishhook used for fishing has no hook, just a vertical embroidery needle.
