Chapter 1250 (1/2)

In this small village of dead people, ye Qian's whole face is dull now. He never thought that he could find another confidant of his own in this remote and dilapidated mountain village, the owner of crabapple flower, Kexin.

Looking at Ye Qian's silly appearance, the eagle is a little strange. The eagle seems to feel that ye Shuai's behavior has become more and more strange since he came to the village of the dead. This kind of strangeness is as hard to understand as if he lost his soul.

Walking to Ye Qian, the eagle waved his palm and said to him, ”Ye Shuai, ye Shuai, wake up, wake up...”

It seems that hearing the call of the eagle, ye Qian came back to God, but his mouth is still with that spring breeze infinite smile.

Looking at Ye Qian, the eagle was a little curious, but soon the eagle grinned and followed Ye Qian's eyes and looked at the dim wood room door. Then he joked, ”Ye Shuai, you don't like that peasant girl, do you?”

Obviously looking at Ye Qian's dreamy eyes, the eagle is the first time to think of the girl in red who just walked into the wood room.

But ye Qian didn't answer the eagle's question directly. He just said with a smile, ”Eagle, you are still young, some things you won't understand...”

Ye Qian's brainless words made the eagle speechless for a while. Although Ye Qian's accomplishments were extremely high, ye Qian was much younger than the eagle. A 17-8-year-old young man said that he was too young to accept.

At the moment, ye Qian is smiling like a flower. He looks through the door and murmurs: ”butterfly dance, ruoyi, xiaorou, Lingyu, Qingling, dieqing, Shiyao, youruo, Qingcheng, Kexin, mengge, eleven people. There are still one lovelorn and one lovelorn!”

For ye Qian's garrulous words, the eagle naturally will not understand, can only be a head of fog.

But at this time, ye Qian, in his mind, is a piece of familiar cheek constantly showing, let him feel overwhelmed, but also feel so kind and familiar.

The names of these eleven people in Ye Qian's mouth are not the names of the twelve flower owners in the fairyland.

Lotus Fairy Butterfly dance, rose fairy ruoyi, rose fairy xiaorou, Peony Fairy plume, Peach Blossom Fairy Qingling, Lily fairy parting, Plum Blossom Fairy Shiyao, orchid fairy youruo, tulip fairy Qingcheng, Begonia fairy sweet, jasmine fairy dream song.

Today, the 11 flower owners have appeared in Ye Qian's sight, and there is only one Epiphyllum fairy who is loveless.

This is a familiar name in Ye Qian's mind, and now it seems that ye Qian once again sounded the words of his mentor, gathering the twelve flower masters and returning to the fairyland. Now the twelve flower Lord Ye Qian has found eleven, which makes him feel that his time to go back seems to be getting closer and closer.

Of course, for ye Qian's mind, the eagle will never understand.

At the moment, ye Qian and the eagle are so quiet in the wood room of Zhang Laixi's house, and the sky is getting deeper and deeper.

With the fall of night, the whole village began to be lively. Although the village was locked in the firewood room and did not know the specific situation outside, the sound of footsteps and yelling in the village had been heard all the time.

When the tranquil moonlight covered the whole village, the village fell into a crazy atmosphere.

In the quiet wood room, I don't know how long it took for someone to arrive.

Zhang San of the dead man village rushed into the firewood room with two young villagers. At the moment, Zhang San looked at Ye Qian and the eagle helplessly. Then he sighed, and then Zhang Sanyi waved his hand and said, ”take these two foreigners away and take them to the site of the sacrifice ceremony!”

Finally, the Centennial ceremony of the village of the dead is about to begin.