Hua Xiaomi fell to the ground, her face flushed and her eyes closed, and she was drunk.

"Xiaohua, Xiaohua?" Cheng Baiyi called her twice, but she still slept like a dead pig.

The wine of the greedy ten ghosts was very exciting. She drank ten people alone and was completely supported by a belief.

The other party fell one and the next substitute. If she fell early, she would probably never have the chance to wake up.

At this time the crisis was lifted, she finally breathed a sigh of relief and could no longer hold on.

Looking at the back of Fang Cheng Baiyi, Hua Xiaomi drooped her eyelids and fell asleep deeply.

Although he was drunk, he didn't smell alcohol.

Her breathing was even and steady, and she looked a little calm and peaceful.

Cheng Baiyi stretched out his hand and put it on her hair, as if he wanted to pull her up.

But suddenly, he suddenly remembered that this black-haired flower was very precious.

If one half of the thread was broken, Xiaohua would definitely eat him alive!

Thinking of this, he lifted his hair, grabbed the collar of the heel of his neck, and lifted Hua Xiaomi up.

Walking forward, Hua Xiaomi's body was stuck on his shoulder, her hair was scattered, and the hair was tied between her hair was a red and yellow three-show flower.

This flower looks not very amazing at first glance, but when you get close, it has an unusually unique and delicate look, which makes people unconsciously want to play with it and check it out.

"I haven't seen each other in the past few years, Xiaohua has also learned to dress up with flowers. But why does this flower look so familiar?"

While walking and muttering, Cheng Baiyi reached out his hand to touch the pale yellow petals.

The golden sunlight shone on Cheng Baiyi's handsome side face, and his tall nose and long black eyelashes reflected a shadow.

Time froze at that moment, and the scene except Cheng Baiyi and Hua Xiaomi collapsed and disappeared like fragments.

When Cheng Baiyi came to his senses again, they had already entered a closed space.

dry……

The first feeling when entering this confined space is that there is very little water spirit here.

Of course, there are not many types of gold, fire, wood, and earth spiritual energy almost completely fills the place.

The heavy breath came from all directions, making him feel a little depressed.

It is dim and has a lot of impact on your vision.

He pulled the collar and pulled out a pendant from his neck. However, the size of his fingernail was vivid, with the beard of a scholar, and this was a statue of a saint.

Cheng Baiyi touched it a few times, and after hearing a few "cracks", the saint seemed to spit out a bead from his mouth, and a faint cloud color was emitting all over his body.

The blooming circle of light allowed him to see the surrounding environment clearly.

There are stone walls all around, and a stone platform is built at the center. With the blessing of formations and no stone foundation, it is a platform built in the air.

He couldn't see what was on it, so he raised the cloud beads on his hand. As the light and shadow flashed, he seemed to see a black figure on it.

Is it a personal image?

There were stone statues standing around the audience, all of whom were half kneeling, with a respectful expression.

This scene...is quite strange.

Cheng Baiyi couldn't help but become alert, weighed Hua Xiaomi upwards, and found that the other party was still closing his eyes.

"I'm not awake yet, can you really sleep for ten days and half a month?"

If he had been carrying Xiaohua for so long, wouldn’t his arms be sore?

"Hey, I'm the newly pressed arm. I have to take good care of it and I won't bring you such a disaster!"

Cheng Baiyi said a lot of words, always hoping that Hua Xiaomi could shut up as impatiently as before, but unfortunately it was not.

At this moment, the black shadow on the stone platform suddenly moved.
Chapter completed!