Beautiful? What kind of scenery would be called beautiful by Fang Zhe? Does this guy still have an aesthetic sense?
At this time, Jiang Su had already constructed the framework of a desolate old city in the sea of consciousness. It could be said that there was no grass growing, and seaweed with green slime was everywhere near the seaside. When it dried up, it gave off a strong and disgusting smell... Now ask
Then he said this place was beautiful?
Is it possible that this guy likes Wasteland Mania and Desert Mania?
Yes, the patient...is indeed abnormal.
Jiang Su shook his head, "That's strange. There shouldn't be any floral and fruity aroma here."
Even if old buds sprout new branches, a thousand-year-old tree cannot have such a strong smell in spring. All of this is contrary to his expectations. Jiang Su now feels that his nose is actively penetrated by this smell.
This sweet smell poured into her brain like a long snake, reappearing all the beauty in the dream in the darkness.
Jiang Su saw the long-lost barbecue and hot pot. The light aroma and enticing umami of the hot pot made her linger.
"Sesame paste is needed for dipping. How can we eat it without sesame paste?"
“Can’t eat spicy food, I want clear tomato soup!”
The girl smacked her lips, her thoughts still unfinished.
She saw the familiar girl again. The man held her hand and pulled her from a corner of the classroom into the crowd, laughing and laughing.
"Why are you so embarrassed, Susu? This time you are teaching ppt, and we are all ready to take pictures!"
"Jiajia...remember to give me beauty treatments."
The scene in the darkness was unpredictable, and the next second someone shouted in her ear: "Be careful!"
The color of the blood was bright and bright. She looked at the female cultivator in white with red plums dotting her heart, and her chest felt like it was being cut by a knife.
"Susu, how are you? Is anything okay?"
The sharp sword of the female cultivator in white finally forced back several people around her. Her white clothes were covered with red roses.
"Little senior sister..."
"I...have nothing to do."
Red plum petals are dripping, roses...
"No, I have something to do!"
At this moment, Jiang Su suddenly woke up from the dream of the sea of consciousness. Her eyes were still dark as before, but she added a dark guard to herself.
The little senior sister is her shield that can withstand all illusions in this world.
She has something to do. She has to deal with the cold water poison of the little senior sister. Otherwise, what would she do if the little senior sister is such a good person...
Jiang Su's sea of consciousness re-outlined the deserted old city at this moment. The houses in the middle of the old city were like green bricks and green tiles, and flowers and fruit trees were neatly arranged.
The green branches and violets climbing up the wall exude fragrance, and they return Jiang Su's soul at this moment.
The girl in green kicked her legs, patted the man in red on the shoulder, and signaled Fang Zhe to put her down.
The man in red obediently obeyed the instructions. He turned around and lifted the girl's neck with one hand, and grabbed her waist with the other hand and placed her on the ground.
"..." Can you please stop pinching me and reward me?
Immediately after, Jiang Su stood firm and deftly found the door of the house. She rubbed the copper ring on the door with her fingers. The next moment, she lifted the copper ring and pushed the door open.
"Hey, how are you?" I heard his voice before I saw him.
Inside the door were the five women who had been talking about the "fish man" just now.
"..."
Jiang Su walked in with his eyes closed as if nothing had happened, and touched the empty space in front of him with both hands, as if he were blind.
Jiang·Zhen·Blind·Su.
Five people in the hospital: "???"
"Who are you?" The woman with the colorful strips on her wrist said first, her voice full of caution.
A few of them were studying the matter of fish blood before. They almost explained the ins and outs of this business, its functions and uses, and even discussed it in detail with the merchants who chose which route to take.
As a result, a blind man suddenly came in at the critical moment?!
Are you blind or deaf??!!
Then don’t you hear everything you should hear?
The man with a black and white cloth strip on his wrist suddenly stood up, pulled out a soft sword from his waist, and pointed the tip of the sword directly at Jiang Su's face.
She had no intention of keeping this little blind girl alive!
At this time, the girl in green clothes acted as if she had no idea about the sudden sword wind. She smiled slightly at the corner of her mouth, with an innocent and bright expression. It was as if she was really a fifteen-year-old fairy girl who had no knowledge of the human world.
The tip of the sword was almost touching the tip of Jiang Su's nose at this moment.
"boom--"
The woman holding a soft sword was knocked directly to the ground by a sudden fist.
This fist was not struck horizontally, it was aimed at the woman's head and struck directly downward, just like whack-a-mole. At that moment, half of the woman's body was smashed to the ground.
It happened that the yard was paved with slates and stone bricks, but the place where she stood happened to be the land used to plant fruit trees, so she was buried in the ground in an upright position by luck.
The other four ladies were shocked and looked at the man in red who suddenly appeared in disbelief.
It was clear that one second they were waiting for the third sister to pierce the little girl's head, and they were already looking forward to the blood. The next second it was one of them in colorful clothes who was covered in blood.
Fang Zhe looked at the "vegetative" on the ground indifferently, then raised his eyes and glanced around the four people who were in shock, and slowly said: "Five, female, colorful, fragrant, fierce."
Fang Zhe's five characters can be said to be extremely concise, and Jiang Su used these five characters to jointly create the images of five women in his own sea of consciousness.
However, based on her own aesthetics, Shihai subconsciously changed the five people into the images of beauties, and each one had a figure like a young senior sister.
"Hey, Ah Duan! What are you doing?! Did you hit someone again?!!"
"???" Fang Zhe didn't know why, who was Ah Duan?
Jiang Su hurriedly touched her surroundings. She was careful and almost tripped before she touched the square-fold sleeve. She followed the red sleeve and touched the upper fold, holding on to her unreleased arm.
"How can you hit someone with a fist?!!"
Fang Zhe: "???" continues to be confused.
Jiang Su opened his mouth slightly for a moment, then frowned and said in a sweet voice: "Ah Duan! We have all told you not to do anything when you are out. If monks like us try to fight with mortals, we will easily beat them to death.
"
"Mortals are very fragile. We must protect them and take care of them. They are the treasures of this world. Only with them can we have our way. Why don't you listen to me? Is someone else coming to order you again?"
Jiang Su was already thin, and the corners of her mouth that drooped slightly when she was angry looked like the haggard Lin Daiyu in the light rain.
At this time, she suddenly raised her hand and wiped away a few tears that had just flowed out of the corner of her eyes. Who knew that there would be more tears as she wiped them away, so the girl in green simply let go of her hand and let the tears flow down her pale face.
"Ahem... If I had known you wouldn't listen to me... I would have chosen someone else to travel with me. Why would I have to suffer like this?"
The cry of the girl in green is sad and graceful. It is not the cry of a person after being injured. It seems to make people in the north look like they are seeing plum rain. It is the continuous rain in Wuyi Lane in Jiangnan Water Town, which contains the memories of countless women in the backyard.