Chapter 284 Return to the Fairyland

"husband, are you hiding something from me?" Zuo Zixin picked up her nails with a smile. The flower world was very good. Well, no wonder Zuo Zixin felt that the man was a little familiar. It turned out to be him.

It's great to play latent with me.

Zuo Zixin grinds her teeth, and her eyes are full of cold light.

"Good boy, let's talk about it later."

Sunday Xianjun grabbed Zuo Zixin's waist and flew straight up. When Mr. Peony saw the two people who had disappeared in front of him, he finally waved his hand, "My friend, wait for me, where are you going?" Wait for me."

With that, he also followed them to the fairyland.

So, Zuo Zixin returned to the fairyland, but unfortunately there was a beautiful peony flower in her hand. Sunday Xianjun and his wife walked in the fairyland, attracting the attention of other immortals, especially the fairies. Their envious eyes hovered on Zuo Zixin for a long time, and their hot eyes almost burned Zuo Zixin into a hole.

Love is desirable no matter where it is. Even if they are already fairies, they can't escape the bondage of the goddess of love. The immortals in the fairyland don't know anything about love, and it's good to be able to coax people.

Therefore, the fairies rarely receive the flowers of the male fairies. Now when they see the flowers in Zuo Zixin's hand, they directly put on the label produced by the Sunday fairy.

It's touching. It turns out that under the cold-faced face of the Sunday Fairy King, there is a gentle and delicate heart.

It would be great if this flower was given to themselves. The fairies sighed, their eyes were slightly wet, and they stared at the peony flower, only to see the peony flower trembling.

Wh! The fairies rubbed their eyes and saw the peony flowers move just now. Did they have hallucinations?

After Zuo Zixin and Sunday Xianjun returned to Xianjun's mansion, the peony quickly came down from Zuo Zixin, and a delicate peony flower fell to the ground and quickly turned into a human form.

"Oh, my friend, is this the fairyland? It turns out that the fairyland is like this. Peony looked left and right in the garden of Xianjun Mansion, looked around, and sighed.

The book of the flower world is not recorded. The fairyland has hundreds of flowers, blooming every day, and colorful butterflies flying, which makes people linger. But why didn't he see hundreds of flowers?

The book read by Peony is the scene when Hua Zun was still thousands of years ago. At that time, under the leadership of Hua Zun, hundreds of flowers bloomed day by day and were extremely beautiful. The flower demons in the mortal world hoped to be favored by Hua Zun, take the fairyland and become a member of the fairy world. Unfortunately, with the fall of Hua Zun and the withering of flowers, that spectacular scene is gone forever.

Zuo Zixin held her chest and didn't see the disappointed expression of the peony, but she just didn't want to pay attention to it. Sometimes, she really lifts that the peony is not a flower demon, but a dog. Look, there is a flower demon observing things that smells with his nose, which is as smart as that flower demon's nose.

"Faband, let's go. It's time to solve our business." Zuo Zixin withdrew her eyes and fell on the Sunday Xianjun, with a standard smile.

Lou Xiao, Sunday Xianjun, I haven't settled this matter with him yet.

Sunday Xianjun waved his hand, and the scene of the two changed instantly. This is the territory of the Sunday fairy, and of course he can rotate the space at will.

"My friend, where are you going?" The peony chased away with the light, but was bounced out vigorously and touched the ashes of his nose.

He rubbed his nose and said unwillingly, "My friend's brain is getting worse and worse, and he actually forgot me."

So, this forgetting was forgotten for three days. Sunday Xianjun doesn't like to be served by others, so there are no disciples or servants around him, and he is the only one in the huge Xianjun mansion. Well, this is the past, and now there is another Zuo Zixin and Peony.

Without Sunday Xianjun and Zuo Zixin, only Mr. Peony stayed in Xianjun's mansion. At the beginning, after a small complaint, he continued to observe the Xianjun Mansion, amused himself, and lived a very comfortable life.

Gradually, after visiting the house, he never saw Zuo Zixin's figure, so he didn't talk about it. He flew to the boundary several times and knocked himself black and blue, and the boundary didn't even do anything.

The peony boy is already more playful, and now he is trapped in a big house and still doesn't suffo him to death. So he left the Xianjun Mansion.

As for how he walked out of the boundary, the most protected fairy mansion is really a puzzled mystery.

Trouble is like a contradiction. The main contradiction is solved, and there will always be new secondary contradictions rising into the main contradiction. Mr. Peony left the Xianjun Mansion, and the problem came.

It is said that Ziyun Xianji went home crying like her father and complaining like her mother. The host, who was extremely protective of his shortcomings, was immediately furious. In addition to his wife's pillow wind, she comforted his wife and daughter and went to Zuo Zixin for trouble.

So, Zuo Zixin fell into the junction of the two worlds of immortals and demons.

After learning the news that Zuo Zixin had finally died, Ziyun Xianji was happy for two days. She heard the legendary news that she saw Sunday Xianjun and Zuo Zixin returning to Xianjun's mansion.

Ziyun Xianji immediately shred a handkerchief, and then sent someone to inquire to make sure that Zuo Zixin was fine. Immediately, he was furious and smashed the things in the room.

After venting, Ziyun Xianji became even more angry. Why didn't Zuo Zixin die? Sunday Xianjun was her husband, and he could only marry her.

Two days made her almost crazy. Her jealousy kept burning when she thought that her loved one was holding another person.

Ziyun Xianji finally couldn't help it. If she wanted to go out in person, she must kill Zuo Zixin. Well, poor Ziyun Xianji has been overwhelmed by jealousy. She has forgotten that her little cultivation is not enough to pick a finger of Zuo Zixin. Nine-day Xuanxian against Jinxian is simply a second kill.

"Yun'er, where are you going?" Mrs. Host caught a glimpse of herself looking around like a thief and wanting to go out. Ziyun doesn't like to go out. Why did she go out today, and her movements are so strange?

Ziyun Xianji pouted, opened a beautiful smile, threw herself into her mother's arms, hung her arm, and said, "Mother, I want to find my sister."

Mrs. Dong Daojun immediately frowned, "Yun'er, didn't I tell you not to go to her? Why don't you listen to me?"

Although Ziyun is already a fairy queen, she just doesn't like this stepdaughter very much. Ziyun was the daughter of her husband's first wife. When her mother died, she was just a worldly little girl. She can survive in the hands of several of her husband's wives and become immortals. In addition to her husband's favorite, she is not afraid of a lot.

Her rhyme is so simple, how can she be Ziyun's opponent? Ziyun is extremely good to Ziyun on the surface, but what about it actually? Yes, before she became an immortal, she knew that there was a kind of killing weapon that was a soft knife to kill.

Even if it's not a praise, her simple charm has been with her for a long time, and I'm afraid she will become a scheming person like her.

"Mother, my sister won't hurt me. You think too much." Ziyun curled her lips and said unhappily. My sister has been very kind to her since she was a child. How could she hurt her?

"Oh, Yuner, you are still young. Why are you her opponent?" Mrs. Host said sighed. Although she was the host's wife and her real age was younger than her. Even she fell into her hands several times, not to mention the simple baby-like rhyme.

As a mother, of course, she thinks that her child is simple and beautiful. As for her previous daughter's vicious behavior, she was directly filtered out by the mother.

"Mother, I'm not young anymore. I know what to do. Don't always talk about this and that. Ziyun shook her hand unhappily and pushed the door directly out.

Mrs. Dong Daojun shook her head and didn't know how to persuade her. Well, she is really spoiled by herself.

Of course, Ziyun Xianji did not go to the Fairy Palace, but to the Xianjun Mansion. The Sunday fairy who glanced at the day, his handsome eyebrows, his charming voice... all of these fascinated her.

Sunday Xianjun is her husband. After listening to her sister explain the heroic deeds of Sunday Xianjun when she was very young, she has deeply admired her. She hopes that when she grows up, her husband will also be like Sun Yao Xianjun.

As she gets older, she has seen many immortals, but they are not the heroes she wants. Finally, that day, she met Sunday Xianjun, and she knew that she was the person she was looking for.

Sunday Xianjun, your bride can only be me. How can you be someone else?

Ziyun Xianji smiled sweetly at the corners of her mouth, but when she thought of a very ugly woman beside him, her heart burned with jealousy.

That hateful woman not only made a fool of herself and destroyed her fairy weapon, but also coveted her husband. No matter which one, she will never allow it.

So, Ziyun Xianji, who came to seek revenge, and Mr. Peony, who went out, met unexpectedly.

"Hing, who are you?" As soon as Ziyun Xianji arrived at Xianjun Mansion, she saw a flower demon sneaking out and immediately shouted, accompanied by the bells on her waist.

The bell turned into a big bell like a peony fairy. The peony was not jealous. As soon as the hand twitched, a dead branch appeared in the hand. Then, she raised her hand and hit the dead branch on the clock and bounced it out.

This woman was so unfriendly that Peony immediately decided not to like this woman. Sure enough, his friend was still good, and his mind automatically flashed the appearance of Zuo Zixin.

Peony withdrew its dead branches, raised its head and said seriously, "Oh, you are the ugliest woman I have ever seen. Your heart is vicious, and the great flower god will punish you. You will never be loved by the butterfly.

As soon as Peony's words fell, the butterfly that was flying next to Ziyun Xianji just now immediately spread its wings and left. Ziyun Xianji doesn't know yet. From now on, she will really know what it means not to be loved by butterflies.

For example, when she walked to a garden, the flowers were blooming, but when she came, the flowers quickly withered and decayed. For example, when she goes to a place where there are many butterfly bees, the butterfly will poop and pee on her, and the bees will attack her at the cost of her life.

Poor Ziyun Fairy was cursed by the prophet of the flower world.