Chapter 245 Drop the fake peony in seconds

The peony prince's clothes crawling out of the huge pit were messy and no longer hanging on his body. He had the shape of a bird's nest on his head and hugged Zuo Zixin.

"My friend, why did you come to this place where birds don't shit, and who is that person? Why does he look so familiar?

The corners of Zuo Zixin's mouth twitched. The person who looked familiar was himself, okay? Zuo Zixin believes that it is the real peony prince who is holding her now. The flower demons in the flower world love beauty and nature. I'm afraid that only the peony prince can walk on the street with a chicken nest head, which is equivalent to wearing an unwratic clothes.

If the peony prince doesn't appear, it's really difficult for Zuo Zixin to judge the fake peony prince just now. After all, the two look exactly the same and the way they speak is exactly the same.

As for why Zuo Zixin asked, "Who is he?" It was purely to blow up the peony prince. Unexpectedly, the fake peony prince was calm and persistent, and there was no sign of panic at all.

If Mr. Peony hadn't appeared so timely, Zuo Zixin would have thought that the one just now was true.

"My friend, who is that? Why do you look so similar to me?" The fake peony standing in the distance looked at the man next to Zuo Zixin in surprise.

"My friend, it turned out to be me." The peony pointed to the fake peony and suddenly realized.

"..." Zuo Zixin really wants to open Peony's brain and see what's inside him. Is it a bean curd brain? According to the logic of ordinary people, he should not shout: bold and evil, how dare he pretend to be my son.

Well, she admits that Mr. Peony is very different from ordinary people.

Sure enough, after Mr. Peony realized, he suddenly became interested, "My friend, I'm going to see that me." After saying that, the figure floated away from Zuo Zixin's sight.

Zuo Zixin's face changed and wanted to catch the departing Peony, but he pulled a piece of cloth from his clothes to reveal his white and tender skin. Coincidentally, the cloth was connected somewhere, so Zuo Zixin was not calm and said goodbye to his face. At the moment when Zuo Zixin blinked, the peony prince completely came to the side of the fake peony prince.

"We really look alike." Mr. Peony didn't care that he was exposed at all and looked carefully at the people in front of him.

The fake peony smiled strangely, and then the two twisted into a ball.

Zuo Zixin held her forehead. If she had known, she would not have grabbed his cloth. Hey, who made her always be so clean and self-loved and not greedy for beauty, otherwise she would have been brought back the Peony.

Now, the real and fake peony son is twisted into a ball, and it is impossible to tell who is who.

In the night, insects shouted happily, and dust has now risen on the green lawn. The green grass finally rubbed down a layer of turf because of the fight between the two.

The two wrestled from the lawn to the air, then from the air to the river, and then climbed to the shore.

Well, Zuo Zixin looked up at the sky. The moon has gone from west to east. Are they finished? After a sigh, Zuo Zixin changed his posture and continued to look at the two people in the fight.

The circle standing on Zuo Zixin's shoulder made a "chirp" sound, but the sound is broken no matter how it is heard. It was happy to see the two fight, and kept cheering for Mr. Peony, but their voices were hoarse, and they had not yet won the winner.

Finally, the two separated. At this time, both of them were covered with bird's nests on their heads and cloth strips.

Zuo Zixindong looked around and tragically found that now she can't tell which of the two is real and who is fake? She is not the Buddha. How can she tell at a glance who is the Monkey King?

"Who are you, Mr. Peony?" Zuo Zixin looked at it for a while and finally couldn't help asking questions.

"My friend, your brain is really not working well. Can't you even recognize me?"

The two spoke in one voice, looked at each other, and even the content of what they said was exactly the same.

The corners of Zuo Zixin's mouth twitched, stepped back two steps, and said gently, "Who are you, Mr. Peony?" One chicken nest head and the other is also chicken nest head. Damn it, do you really think she is a system recognition X-ray?

"My friend..." The two of them stepped forward at the same time and wanted to get close to Zuo Zixin.

"Stop, stop, let me think about it." Zuo Zixin pushed out his hand to stop them from approaching.

Well, she must think of a complete solution to distinguish who is who? Zuo Zixin turned his mind, his eyes sneered, and his hands flew out of the black line condensed by ghosts. The black line fell on the heads of the two people, and then formed a protective cover on their bodies.

Zuo Zixin manipulated the black line, carefully compared the breath of their bodies, and then strangely found that their breaths were exactly the same. Looking at the two frowning and pouting at the same time, Zuo Zixin suddenly felt that one head was two big.

"Round, do you recognize it?" Zuo Zixin patted the bird on her shoulder, and the round ball flew out, circled around the two. Finally, she flew back to Zuo Zixin's shoulder, lowered her head, and covered her whole face with her wings.

Zuo Zixin also knows that he can't tell who is who?

Unrevening Zuo Zixin attracted Fengze again and circled them. Unfortunately, in the end, he still slipped back and got into the magic garden for self-repair.

Zuo Zixin pondered for a moment and said, "Since you can't tell who is real? Then continue to stay here. I'll go back."

"My friend, you can't leave me."

It's another damn one-mouth.

Zuo Zixin shrugged her shoulders and said, "Oh, my friend, I don't want to leave you. But you have to solve the other person first.

The bad-hearted Zuo Zixin sighed and kept turning her eyes on the two people. Just now, they were just making a small fight, and it was difficult to be elegant. Now, Zuo Zixin hopes that the two of them will have a big war, and then she can sit down and reap the benefits of the fisherman.

After listening to Zuo Zixin's words, Mr. Peony began to be ready to move. The two lifted the cloth in their hands and looked at each other and said, "Hum, let me not beat you back to your original shape."

While talking, the two pounced on each other at the same time, and a real duel began. If two children were fighting just now, it's two adults fighting.

The sound of breaking the air is everywhere, and the sound of airflow collision makes the whole grass break away. One is the prophet of the flower world, and the other is who comes from the fairyland. Two people who are not weak meet together, and the battle situation becomes more intense.

What's more, anyone from the fairyland who doesn't want to reveal his identity can only use the moves of the flower world prophet to fight. The fight between the two was really like fighting in the mirror.

Finally, the battle escalated. At the same time, the two took out their weapons, half of the dead branches, and beat each other. Zuo Zixin rolled her eyes and turned her eyes to the gradually rising glow in the sky.

In the depths of the glow, she seemed to see the man with facial paralysis, her husband, Shangyangjun. Well, wait for her. I believe it won't take long for her to fly up.

soaring? Well, how long has she been in this world? She can't even remember it herself. The previous life seemed to be a dream, and the dream gradually disappeared after waking up.

Tao, the road is also.

The glow in the sky gradually changed color, and finally the golden sun came out. The golden light sprinkled on Zuo Zixin's face and coated her with gold. She looked up at the sky peacefully and hadn't opened her eyes for a long time, and the ball on her shoulder, intoxicated in the morning light, like a beautiful painting.

It turned out that they had spent the night here unconsciously. Unfortunately, it is a pity that the real and fake peony princes have not been distinguished now.

She is curious about who is so generous? Maybe you have met some demon who likes to imitate? Zuo Zixin is not sure now. After all, there has been no fairy spirit exposed for so long, so she has to doubt that in fact, it is not a fairy at all, but a demon?

Or she thinks too much, and the immortals are not full and have nothing to do. Why do they come down to find trouble for themselves? Just now, they all turned into their original shape, two delicate peonies.

Maybe they are twin brothers, separated for some reason, and then...

"Ha ha..." Zuo Zixin smiled and thought too much. It's too unscientific to have so much dog blood in life and have been met by yourself.

Finally, the form reversed, and a strange light suddenly appeared in the sky, and it seemed that a familiar figure fell down. He was dressed in a snow-white dress, shining brightly in the glow, which made Zuo Zixin's heart jump up.

He himself entered the siege circle of two peony princes. The beads in his hand shook, and then one of them fell to the ground, his appearance was twisted, and then changed from a gorgeous man to a strong man.

Second kill?

Zuo Zixin couldn't help covering her mouth and watched in horror as a beam of light gathered in the indifferent man's hand and fell on the top of the strong man's head, and then everything was over.

Mr. Peony trotted over in rags and kicked over, "Hum, let you pretend to be me. Now you know how powerful I am. I am a prophet of the flower world and have boundless cultivation. I didn't expect that you, an ugly monster, dare to pretend to be me. You must be coveting my beautiful colors..."

The peony son happily kicked the man who had died so long that he could not die again, and his mouth muttered.

"Master, why are you here?" Zuo Zixin walked over with a ghost. Shouldn't the owner of the building be making his calculations in the flower world?

Lou Xiao glanced at Zuo Zixin coldly, turned his wrist, and the jade abacus withdrew his sleeve, and then slowly left under Zuo Zixin's stunned eyes.

Zuo Zixin silently bit the corners of her lips. Who is he? Is he handsome? Originally, I wanted to thank the owner of the building, but his attitude was so bad that I would avoid it.

Who the hell are you?

Zuo Zixin looked at Lou Xiao's back and fell into meditation. If it was a coincidence that Louxiao defeated the first god of war in the demon world last time, then killing a fairy this time is probably not luck. He acted fiercely, as if he knew their weaknesses.

Lou Xiao, who the hell are you?

"My friend, I knew you wouldn't leave me." After finishing the cannon, Mr. Peony ran over happily. The rags on his body floated in the wind and appeared from time to time, making people's blood boil.

The corners of Zuo Zixin's mouth twitched and decisively turned to find the owner of the building.