The beauty of life blooms at this moment, and even the eternal sun quietly pulls over a white cloud to cover them, giving up space for them.

The color tone also softens, beautiful and hazy, just like the dim light of the tent, which is just the best.

After a long time, the fog on the hot spring slowly settled down, just like a leaking point, sleeping weakly with her neck; there was nothing on the branches, and it swayed gently in the breeze, as if there was endless reluctance to leave it in it.

With a sigh, Zhang Fan stood with his hands under the small tree, speechless for a long time.

The clothes were neat and the expression was calm. If it weren't for the slightly moist sideburns of the hair, everything before would be like a dream.

"Brother Zhang, take care of yourself!"

The delicate voice is still in my ears, and the laughter like a silver bell seems to be echoing among the flowers, but the beauty has already disappeared and has gone away.

He looked up at the lonely treetops, looked down at the green grass, and there was a little bright redness. Zhang Fan was in a daze and had a strange idea of ​​taking away the grass that had been dug down.

"What's wrong with me?"

He shook his head and laughed. Zhang Fan was Zhang Fan after all. However, he focused a little and quickly returned to normal.

With a flip of his palm, infinite power emerged out of thin air and pressed down with a bang!

With a "boom!", the ground collapsed in vain, revealing a flat piece of green grass in front of the wheat, and the eye-catching redness like a lacquer paint, all of which became passing clouds.

That is, the simple clouds scatter and the spring dreams are without traces.

The idea of ​​digging the lawn and taking it away is a joke, but Zhang Fan will not leave this trace in the eyes of others. Even if it is one in a million, it will definitely not work.

After doing all this, Zhang Fan stood there and pondered for a moment, then gave up the idea of ​​leaving. He turned to the end of the valley and walked towards the mountain wall.

There were roars, a small purple sword waving, and a few moments later, a cave entrance that only allowed one person to pass appeared on the mountain wall.

Zixiao Sword, the magic weapon of Master Jiedan, was now used as a coolie to dig a cave. If Grandma Tong resurrected this scene, she would have to be angry again.

Zhang Fan didn't feel anything. The Zixiao Sword was unable to exert its true power yet, but the material of magic weapons was used in such things. No matter how suitable it was, it was gone.

Although the entrance of the cave is small outside, there is a unique cave inside. A spacious and simple stone room is in it, and the bluestone cloud bed is the only decoration.

A cushion was placed on the cloud bed. Zhang Fan sat cross-legged on it and took a few deep breaths. All the waves were pressed down. His palm flipped, and a simple and elegant bronze mirror appeared in his hand.

Big Sun Treasure Archive!

The pine and let the bronze mirror float up and down in front of him, everything seemed to be normal.

"Come out!"

Zhang Fan looked at the Dari Treasure Mirror indifferently and spoke without warning.

This chapter is so hard to write, it's finally finished

By the way, this is the first time Dongliu wrote about pushing down in a book. The real and powerful beast with the word "大天" is powerful. He dare not write too explicitly. The scale is difficult to grasp. So I just write it in the palace. As for fairy tale, it must be a bit fairy-like to push it down.

Brothers, in order to commemorate this first time, should the sky be the curtain, the monthly tickets be the seat, and the rain and dew be the bright red

Haha, powerful summoning the moon

This is the second chapter, four words, I must be writing it tonight

The above, no count of words! "Know)
Chapter completed!