#1151 Angler (1)

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Yang Zimei tried to push hard, but her body couldn't pull it up, so she could only gradually sink, and then lost consciousness.

When I opened my eyes again, I found that there was a beautiful picture in front of me.

The grass is green, the wildflowers are colorful, swaying in the sunlight, and there is a crystal clear stream flowing quietly beside it, and there are many small fish swimming in the water.

There are also many beautiful butterflies dancing around me.

hallucinations?

Yang Zimei wiped her eyes, making sure that what she saw was a real scene, not an illusion.

Xiaoqian, what about Ripple?

Yang Zimei noticed that her hands were empty and hurriedly looked around.

She was alone all around.

Xiaoqian, Ripple, and Huo Wenhua are all gone!

She hurriedly stood up and found that the clothes on her body were not right.

Looking down, she saw that it wasn't her original casual clothes, but a set of white silk clothes, which was very elegant in ancient times.

This is……

She took out the mirror with the phoenix crying blood from the storage ring in surprise, and looked at herself.

It turned out that her icy-blue hair, which was so irritable, turned into pure black again, and the white ribbon that Xuehu gave her was tied on her head.

Looking at his feet again, he was also put on a pair of light and thin embroidered shoes, with white uppers embroidered with elegant flowers.

Who changed her clothes?

She suddenly felt a little creepy and touched her neck.

The peach wood is still there.

The string of ice-blue crystals on his wrist that the dragon sent to the sky is also there.

The skin on his body did not turn black, it was still as white as snow.

She recalled for a while, remembering that she sank into the Heihe and then lost consciousness.

How did you come here?

Ripple where did they go?

"Xiaoqian, Ripple, Mr. Huo—"

Yang Zimei's dantian luck, shouted loudly.

However, without getting any response, she could only search along the creek.

Everything here is beautiful and quiet, it seems to be a paradise that is not stained by the world.

At the end of the creek, sat a man fishing in a hat.

This person is wearing black clothes and a black hat, but the skin on his hands is not black, but close to her skin color, so white that it is a bit transparent, and even emits a faint glow.

Finally met someone.

Yang Zimei's heart was overjoyed, she walked over, walked to his side, and called out softly, "Hello!"

The man did not answer her, but continued to fish with his bamboo hat lowered.

Seeing a small low stool beside him, Yang Zimei also sat down, trying to see him clearly.

The chin exposed under the hat looks sharp, thin and handsome, and the thin cherry red lips are slightly pursed, sexy and charming.

I don't know what kind of face you will reveal when you open the hat?

Yang Zimei couldn't help but remember the first time she saw Xuehu.

That is really the face of the alluring people.

Think of death again!

Half of his face is similar to Snow Lake, but he is also very handsome.

This man's chin is also a bit like Xuehu's!

If it was a snow lake, how wonderful it would be!

If it is Xuehu, it is impossible to turn a deaf ear to her existence.

Probably someone else.

To wait until he responds, it is estimated that it will only be until a fish is hooked.

So, her eyes turned to his fishing rod.

It is a very common fishing rod made of bamboo, but the hook used for fishing has no hook, just a vertical embroidery needle.

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