Zhu Xian _ Xiao Ding _ txt Novel Paradise

But these days, he sleeps in the open air, nothing else, the ability to fly in the air is greatly improved, no longer as frightened as before. At this moment, he looked up at the sky, looked down at the blue sea at his feet, and could not help smiling bitterly. Without thinking, Zhang Xiaofan suddenly heard a clear birdsong in front of him. He looked up and saw a white seagull flying over the sea. As soon as Zhang Xiaofan's heart moved, at the beginning of going to sea, many people saw these seabirds, but when they flew far away, the seabirds could not reach them, so they could no longer see them. Unexpectedly, in the depths of the sea, we can still see seabirds. It seems that there must be an island nearby. With this in mind, Zhang Xiaofan immediately became excited, and without hesitation, he flew in the direction of the seagull. The vast sea is boundless, and on the distant horizon, the sea and the sky are the same color, like a poem and a picture. Flying in the sky between heaven and earth, suddenly there is the meaning of dust, relaxed and happy, as if the whole person is integrated with heaven and earth. After flying for half an hour, I saw a small island in front of me. Seen from the sky, the whole island is lush and green, covered with vegetation, and the sea water near the island is clear and blue,316l stainless steel pipe, like crystal clear blue jade. Zhang Xiaofan flew for a long time, and his body was a little tired. At that moment, he fell down with a fire stick and rested on the island for a while. As soon as he stepped on the ground, Zhang Xiaofan looked around, only to see that the scenery on the ground was different from that in the sky, and it was even clearer. Waves of clear water washed away the white sand beach, and in most places near the sea, there was a kind of tree that had never been seen in China. Its trunk was high, but it had no side branches, and it went straight to the sky. Only at the top of the tree,x56 line pipe, there were large branches and leaves. Under the branches and leaves, there were fruits as big as a child's head. And deeper into the island, in addition to this tall tree, low shrubs are also gradually flourishing. The woods are densely covered, but there is no road in sight. It seems that no one has been here for thousands of years. Overhead, seagulls sing and hover over the island, and the fresh sea breeze blows from the sea level, which is very cool. Zhang Xiaofan took a deep breath, and in this desolate and lonely place, a sense of tiredness came up. He looked around, but there was nothing strange about it. He found a clean place, lay down in his clothes, and soon fell asleep. This sleep is quite good, the island is quiet, in addition to the tide and sea breeze, there is no change, naturally no one will come to disturb, Zhang Xiaofan slept until dusk, just woke up. After stretching and standing up, Zhang Xiaofan walked to the beach and looked up, uns c70600 ,uns c68700, only to see the sea view at dusk, which was quite different from that in the daytime. The setting sun was like blood, and on the coastline of the western skyline, it reflected a piece of clouds and sea water. Clouds and rosy clouds are transpiring, with different shapes and no way of transformation. When the sea breeze blew from the sea, Zhang Xiaofan could not help but open his arms and breathe deeply. A feeling of comfort filled his body, and in this place like a paradise, it seemed that the whole person was relaxed. At that moment, he couldn't help thinking that if he could live in this pure place, keep company with Elder Martial Sister Linger every day, and watch the beautiful sunset scenery, it would be a worthwhile life. At the thought of Tian Linger, Zhang Xiaofan's heart was hot again. It has been more than a month since he went down the mountain. Since he entered Qingyun Gate, he has never been separated from Elder Martial Sister for such a long time. Now on this quiet island, and thinking that Elder Martial Sister may be on another island nearby, Zhang Xiaofan's heart immediately stirred up and he could no longer calm down. Standing for a long time, the ups and downs of the mood slowly calmed down, only to hear "cooing" twice, but hungry. Zhang Xiaofan gave a wry smile. He seemed to be particularly hungry since he was trapped in the Blood Drop Cave in Kongsang Mountain. But fortunately, he had enough dry food on him, but there was not much water left. Zhang Xiaofan looked around, and finally his eyes fell on the fruit of the tall tree that stood tall, jumped up and picked a few. Unexpectedly, the shell was extremely hard, and finally Zhang Xiaofan smashed it on the stone for more than ten minutes before breaking it open, but what flowed out of it was white juice. Zhang Xiaofan was overjoyed and drank a fruit in one breath, only to feel that although it was slightly astringent, it tasted sweet and was a rare good product. With this natural delicacy, Zhang Xiaofan had a full meal contentedly. Seeing that it was getting dark, he thought about going on his way tomorrow. By this time it was getting late, and the sea breeze was blowing on me, and it was getting cooler and cooler. Zhang Xiaofan frowned and went to the woods, but hesitated for a moment, and finally did not go in, only in the periphery to find a place to shelter from the wind, lie down and rest. As the night thickened, the bright moon rose from the east, and the starry sky, like naughty children, jumped out one by one, blinking in the night sky. Afternoon sleep for most of the day, Zhang Xiaofan at this time can not sleep, tossing and turning, the mind can not help but think of that day in the ancient road tea stall, ten thousand people to say to him. He picked up the fire stick inserted in his waist, reflecting the faint light of the stars in the sky, only to see that the original black fire stick emitted a faint pale blue light, especially the red blood like blood inside, which seemed to have life at the moment, as if there was fresh blood flowing inside. Is this my blood, which all men have spoken of? Zhang Xiaofan read a sentence in a low voice in his heart, with mixed feelings for a moment. He clearly remembered the scene in the valley that day, and the blood-eating beads sucked out a lot of blood from his palm. Zhang Xiaofan's body shook and shook his head forcefully, unwilling to think about the past. However, this magic weapon is still so clear in front of him, even the unique cold feeling, still so familiar in his body swimming, like a part of his body. On that day, although he said something to ten thousand people in a high-sounding way, he still did not feel so good when he came to himself. After all, it is not easy for him, a small disciple who grew up in a famous school, to suddenly accept that his magic weapon is evil. Thinking of this,x60 line pipe, he couldn't help but look at the fire stick again. Looking at the more and more bloodshot at the moment, he couldn't help thinking, "How many ghosts have been buried by this magic weapon?".

  • Juliane Hertz
  • Sep 21 2022
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