After the three masters and apprentices had lunch, Yuqing and Yuzhenzi rested on the floor in the temple, preparing to refresh themselves so that they could catch ghosts in the evening.
Yang Zimei was really not used to the turbid air in this ruined temple, let alone sleeping on the straw.
She talked to her master and walked out, planning to find a grassy area with beautiful scenery and just close her eyes and rest.
For her, it doesn't matter whether she sleeps or not, because her energy and energy can be easily restored. However, closing her eyes and resting her mind can relax her physically and mentally.
"Sister, there is a small lawn in front. It's a very nice place."
Xiao Qian said to Yang Zimei.
Yang Zimei raised his eyes and looked, and sure enough, there was a piece of grass not far away. The grass on it was tender and neat. There were various unknown flowers blooming next to it, swaying in the wind. There was a clear message winding in front of it.
However, there is a towering banyan tree next to it that blocks the sun and makes it particularly cool.
She walked over and sat down on the grass.
The grass was soft, smooth, and very comfortable. She couldn't help but lie down, put her hands on the back of her head, and closed her eyes lazily.
The sun's light and shadow through the branches and leaves fell mottled on her white jade-like face and jet-black hair. From a distance, it looked like a beautiful and quiet oil painting.
After a fierce battle last night, although Yang Zimei was still full of energy, she was already very tired mentally.
She closed her eyes like this and fell asleep quickly.
While she was sleeping, someone appeared on the tree. He blinked his long black eyes and looked at her sleeping body with interest.
"Sister, wake up quickly, someone is watching you."
Yang Zimei was dreaming with Long Zhutian when he heard Xiao Qian's cry and woke up suddenly. He opened his eyes and met the pair of obsidian-like pupils on the tree.
Startled, I sat up.
The man on the tree jumped down lightly and landed in front of her, looking at her with a smile on his lips.
Yang Zimei looked at the man in front of her with great surprise. He was about twenty years old. He was actually wearing spotless white ancient clothes. He had jet black hair that was longer than hers and hung straight down to his waist. His face was bright and clean, and his facial features looked more delicate than that of a woman.
, thin cherry-red lips, curled up without smiling, a pair of long arc-shaped pupils glowing with stars, looking at her with a half-smile.
Filming a costume drama?
Or did he wake up from sleep and travel to ancient times?
Yang Zimei looked around suspiciously and found that the scenery had not changed.
"Sister, this man is so beautiful. His clothes look like those on TV." Xiao Qian screamed.
Yang Zimei thought again about the leap he made when he came down from the tree just now. It was as light as falling feathers. It was impossible for ordinary people to do it. Even she, who had practiced Kung Fu for ten years, couldn't do it.
This is definitely not an actor filming a costume drama.
What's more, there's no one else around.
"Who are you?"
Yang Zimei asked doubtfully.
The man in ancient costume raised his thin lips and smiled faintly, "Snow Lake."
"Snow fox? Fox's fox?" Yang Zimei's mind immediately wandered.
"The lake of lake water." Xuehu explained.
"Well?"
Yang Zimei blinked. She strongly suspected that he was not a human but a fox.
The aura on his body is different from that of ordinary people, and he doesn't have the sinister aura of a ghost. He looks very unusual. Maybe he is a legendary demon, and a fox demon at that.