Chapter 269 Lavender

So, Zuo Zixin smiled and the smile was full of deep entertainment. Zuo Zixin's smile swept away the nervousness and shyness just now. He pretended to be serious and said, "I've thought about it. I like you, so you want to marry me."

"Why do you think you like me?" Zuo Zixin knocked on the table, and every time he knocked on the table, he had a sense of rhythm.

Narcissus thought for a moment and said seriously, "My heart beats faster. This is a performance that I like you. For others, I have never been in this situation."

Yes, that's what she told me.

Science has proved that people's heart beat faster when they are nervous or after exercise. Therefore, an accelerated heartbeat does not mean liking it.

"I'm 2,000 years older than you." So we are not suitable.

"But I like you." Narcissus is very persistent. In his concept, age is really not a problem. Isn't his father 5,000 years older than his mother? They are not together yet.

Why is this child not good? Can't you hear a polite refusal?

Zuo Zixin was about to be straightforward when suddenly there was a knock on the door, and her little Zhoushan came again. I don't know what day it is today. Xiao Zhoushan is very lively.

"Think about it first. I'll go out to meet someone first." Zuo Zixin's eyes flashed a proud smile, which just flashed by and was not found.

Humph, aren't you still here?

"Sunday Xianjun's visit to the cold house makes the little fairy's cold house shine." Although Zuo Zixin was smiling, the smile did not reach her eyes.

Sunday Xianjun stood outside the boundary in white, and his clothes were floating and outstanding. He just nodded to Zuo Zixin's strange tone, and then made clear his intention, "I'm here to find the fourth son of Julingdong. Call him out."

"Xianjun jokes. Juling Cave is far away from Xiaoxian Xiaozhou Mountain. Moreover, Xiaoxian and the fourth son are not very familiar with it. I'm afraid Xianjun is in the wrong place." Zuo Zixin was secretly happy, but her face did not show any mountain dew.

Sunday Xianjun obviously expected Zuo Zixin's excuse and looked down and said, "I have been to the Juling Cave." The implication is to gather the immortals to tell him that people are with her.

"Xianjun, people are not here with Xiaoxian, and Xiaoxian can only say too much." Zuo Zixin brushed her long sleeves and took two steps back. She hummed coldly in her heart. Obviously, she came here and was still looking for the fourth son.

Why doesn't she know that Sunday Xianjun has something to do with the fourth son?

Since everything had nothing to do with her, it was useless to stand outside, and Zuo Zixin did not enter the boundary. I thought that the Sunday fairy would retreat in the face of difficulties, but I didn't think that he would break through the boundary and get in and step straight into the glazed spaceship.

That speed is faster than her, the owner of the house. She doesn't turn around and keeps, as if she regards this place as her own territory.

Zuo Zixin was furious: Well, you Sunday Xianjun, just pretend that you don't know me if you have lost your memory. Now you are thick-skinned than the city wall, and you are not invited.

"Fengze, haven't you seen anyone break into the house?" Zuo Zixin was angry. She happened to see Feng Ze poke his head outside and looked very excited, so she vented all her anger on it.

Fengze shrank his head. How dare he block the master's road unless he doesn't want to die?

"I'm greedy and afraid of death." Zuo Zixin slapped Feng Ze on the forehead.

"..." Fengze was silent. He was not greedy for life and afraid of death, okay? The one who went in was also his master, okay?

Forget it, she'd better do it herself. Zuo Zixin waved her hand, indicating that Fengze could leave by herself. She took a deep breath, straightened her clothes, and stepped in.

As soon as she entered the hall, she felt the strangeness in the room. Quiet, too quiet, it's abnormally quiet.

The Sunday fairy sat firmly on a high position, and the stars looked down; the narcissus lowered her head and stood quietly under the head of the Sunday fairy, like a child who made a mistake.

What's going on?

Zuo Zixin was stunned and couldn't believe the strange scene in front of her. Didn't she just delay outside for a few minutes? How did the form inside become like this?

For a while, it was not easy for Zuo Zixin to open his mouth to break this tranquility, and only stared at the changes of the two.

Finally, Narcissus turned her head and flashed strange feelings in her eyes, "Zuo Zixin, I will never give up." After saying that, without waiting for Zuo Zixin to answer, he rushed out.

Where is this?

As soon as the narcissus left, the Sunday fairy stood up and said, "The fourth prince went to my house to steal the acacia flowers. That thing is very important to me, and I will take it away now."

He flew with his bare hands and opened his mouth in shock. The roses on the desk flew into his hand and disappeared into the air behind his ears.

Sunday Xianjun was going to leave, but he was afraid of something wrong. In his hand, a bunch of purple flowers reclined in the palm of his hand, "In exchange." As soon as the words fell, the bouquet fell on Zuo Zixin's chest and was held by her with one hand.

Lavender?

Zuo Zixin sniffed gently. The fragrance was pleasant and refreshing, but there was no unique smell of lavender. This should be a lavender-like flower unique to the fairyland, right?

As a flower master, she has never seen this kind of flower, and I don't know where he got it?

The arrival of lavender-like flowers made Zuo Zixin forget her dissatisfaction with Sunday Xianjun for the time being, and just wanted to ask him about the origin of the flower.

I don't know why, she always has a strange feeling in her heart. She is very kind to this flower. Yes, it's kind. This feeling is like being connected by blood and worrying.

She is sure that this kind of flower had never appeared in her Huazun Mansion 5,000 years ago, and she has never seen it anywhere she has been to in the cultivation world 5,000 years later.

So how did this sense of intimacy come from? I'm afraid only Sunday Xianjun can solve her puzzles.

Zuo Zixin just came back from her thoughts and was ready to consult Sunday Xianjun. However, she looked up and found that he had been away for a long time.

Hey!

Zuo Zixin sighed heavily, inserted the purple flower into the bottle just now, and got into his room. She always felt that today's things were strange. First, the daffodils came to her and gave her roses, and then the Sunday fairy came one after another. He not only drove away the daffodils, but also took away her own roses.

She felt that the last purple flower was even more inexplicable.

In terms of flowers alone, there are many doubts. When did he become so stingy that he actually came to ask for a bouquet of flowers, which is really not like the style of the Japanese fairy.

Is it?

Zuo Zixin raised the corners of her mouth and turned into a beautiful curvature. She thought that she already had the answer.

For several days, Zuo Zixin was in a particularly good mood. Not only because of previous events, but also because Narcissus did not come to her little Zhoushan. It is said that he was tripped by someone.

Hum, big tail wolf, just pretend. No matter how you pretend, your tail is not caught.

"Son, if he comes to me, you can say I'm not here, okay?" Zuo Zixin patted Fengze's head. Hey, Fengze's hair has grown very fast recently. Is it because the fairyland is so nutritious?

"Master, who is he?" Fengze opened his eyes wide and blinked ignorantly. He refers to the owner or that person, or Pluto, or other...

“.....” Zuo Zixin was angry and slapped Fengze on the head and made a "pop" sound, "Son, who do you think he is?"

The handsome flying, with an evil smile on the corners of his mouth made Fengze shiver. Master, it's getting more and more terrible.

Fengze trembling, and Zuo Zixin was satisfied. She clapped her hands, stepped into the magic garden, and began to practice boringly. Time flies, time flies, and time flies. Ten years have passed since Zuo Zixin appeared on the glazed spacecraft again.

The spacecraft is still exactly the same as ten years ago because it is often cleaned and not stained with any dust. The only change is that the magic vine outside the house has grown more lushly, and beautiful flowers have bloomed. Strings of flowers are dotted in green, making her little Zhoushan full of vitality.

A ten-year-old boy trotted over, raising his head 45 degrees, "Master, you're out of the customs."

"Hmm." Zuo Zixin nodded, pinched his broken skin, half squatted and said, "Son, has he ever been here over the years?"

Fengze shook his head and said, "That narcissus has come many times, and then Yun'er has come many times. In addition, no one has come."

"Well." Zuo Zixin's forehead is unreasonable.

"Are you sure you haven't left it?" Normally, he should have come, right? Do you know that you are in a closed relationship?

"Master, I have so many eyes, how can I misread it?" Fengze shook his head, and every vine was one of its eyes. His splits were all over Xiao Zhoushan, completely 360 degrees without a dead angle.

"..." Zuo Zixin was silent.

Seeing this, Feng Ze sighed and walked with his hands behind his back. When he walked to the door, a green light turned into its original shape and penetrated into his vines.

For ten years, he didn't come. Although Zuo Zixin guessed something, she was not very happy. In addition to being lost, what she wants to do most is to go out for a walk.

Walking along Xiaozhou Mountain, she couldn't help but reach the high cliff in front of the fairyland. The heavenly world should be a self-contained world, but from the memory of her previous life, she clearly felt that this abyss was followed by another world.

It's so hot there. It's a boundless hellfire, as if to burn people's souls. There is a cage that makes people unable to break free.

As for how she escaped from there at that time, she couldn't even remember herself. I only remember that someone whispered in her ear, and then she saw a light.

She sat on the edge of the cliff, her legs swaying in mid-air, holding her chin in one hand, and her eyes were quiet. Obviously, she fell into meditation. A colorful butterfly flew past her face and happened to stop on the back of her hand.

The butterfly opened its wings and poked out its tongue, itching, making Zuo Zixin recover from his thoughts.

"Oh, do you still remember me?" Zuo Zixin laughed at herself that the previous Hua Zun was no longer there. Colorful butterflies accompany each other, life and death accompany each other, that's all the past.

However, whether in her previous life or this life, she will definitely find that person out.

Hehe, you wait.