The flames were condensed by Zhaoming and controlled by the most subtle means. They were no longer surging, but turned into pieces of flame feathers falling from the sky, like snowflakes, gentle and peaceful, contrasting with the snow-white pear blossoms all over the mountains, red and white, intertwined, beautiful and refreshing, making people feel relaxed and happy.

"Wow!" Even the fairy woman opened her red lips slightly, exclaimed with surprise.

Zhaoming was secretly happy. Seeing the other party's appearance, his method should be effective.

But after a few breaths, I heard the fairy woman screaming again: "Nigga, you idiot, my house!"

Goodbye, the fire was rising and the heat waves were raging. At first glance, the thatched hut on the cliff had been ignited by the falling fire feathers.

Zhaoming has not reached the level where he can control the flames as he pleases, so naturally he cannot prevent the flames from attacking other things.

The fire feather condensed with flames looks as beautiful as snowflakes, as if harmless, but in fact it is powerful. After the fire microcontrol method of the robbery fire, the energy contained in it is even more terrifying. This thatched hut is just made of ordinary thatched grass, and it can't bear it. It turns into ashes in the blink of an eye.

Not only the thatched huts, but also the pear trees and pear blossoms were all ignited by the fire feathers. Zhaoming was frightened and hurriedly collected his magical powers, but it was too late. Except for the largest pear tree on the cliff, which was protected by the fairy woman, without any damage, the large areas of pear blossom trees everywhere were burned into coke by flames.

"Nigga, you idiot, you look like coke, and you want to turn my pear blossom tree into coke, right? You...you...you...you..."

The fairy woman was so angry that her whole body was trembling by the sudden change. She pointed at Zhaoming and couldn't even say anything.

"I...I didn't know this would happen!" Zhao Ming also shivered, not only because of the accusation of the fairy woman, but also because of regret in his heart.

Pear blossoms are everywhere here, which can be called a beautiful place of scenery or is born purely natural. Now it has been turned into almost ruins by one's own mistakes. Even if other pear trees are transplanted, it still lacks a kind of natural beauty.

"Ah... I really can't stand you. My Baili Ya was ruined by you bastard!" The woman of the immortal tribe was in tears.

She likes to travel around the world and rarely stay in one place for a long time. She can build thatched houses here, and also uses her magical powers to protect the largest pear tree. She even comes to live every once in a while, which shows how she likes this place in her heart.

Now everything is gone, except for the largest pear tree, it is all the past.

"I...I..." Zhaoming stuttered and wanted to say something, but he didn't know how to speak at all.

"I hate you so much!" The fairy woman shouted, squatting on the ground, tears fell down little by little.

"I just wanted you... to be happy!" Zhao Ming was also disappointed, his voice getting smaller and smaller.

"I'm still happy, how happy you are? You still want me to help you, a nigger, you can die, so that you will never go back to you for the rest of your life, and you will be trapped here for the rest of your life. If you are found, you will be captured as a slave!" The woman of the immortal clan shouted loudly.

Zhaoming was sad, especially the word slave reminded him of life in the Demon Garden. He didn't want to say anything for a moment, so he simply sat on the ground and was depressed.

The fairy woman was very sad and kept saying, seeing Zhaoming Mo stop talking, like a stone, she was so angry that she ran over and kicked him: "How can you compensate me, how can you compensate me! If you had known, you shouldn't have saved you, and you would have been caught by the old man from Linbo Mansion."

The skin is thick and thick, so it does not hurt naturally. However, Zhaoming felt guilty in his heart, so he could only lower his head and say, "I'm sorry, I...I... forget it..."

Forget this, it naturally refers to helping him go back. Now that he has become like this, he is embarrassed to mention it again.

"Forget it? Forget it, you want to forget it, I won't do it!" The woman of the immortal clan kicked Zhao Ming more than a dozen times in the back, and finally got angry, and ran to the side to sulk.

The atmosphere was extremely awkward when both of them were not talking.

After several hours like this, Zhaoming felt that this was not a big deal. Seeing the appearance of a fairy woman, she didn't dare to say anything to her. She thought about it and flew into the air.

He flew to the place where Baili Cliff was not seen, and then he fell down, took out his spear, and started digging nearby. Maybe he couldn't fully recover, but at least he could make up for it. He decided to use the stupidest and most direct method: transplant the pear trees from other places.

The spear was a bit far-fetched, but Zhaoming had no other tools. After a while, he simply put away the spear and dived on the ground with both hands.

Fortunately, the great method of refining the body of the furnace made his body look like spiritual energy, extremely hard, and with a considerable strength, he dug out the pear tree with roots and soil soon.

When he held the pear tree with his hand and flew to Baili Cliff not far from the cliff, he saw the fairy woman looking up at her flying towards him. The tears on her face were not dry, and her face was filled with anger, as if she was waiting for something. Seeing Zhaoming, who was holding the pear tree with his hand, he immediately snorted, turned his face away, and continued to sulk.

Zhaoming didn't dare to talk to her either. At this time, the fire surroundings had dissipated and the land had returned to normal temperature. He digged out a deep pit and planted the pear tree.

After planting, fly to the distance and follow the rules, constantly moving pear trees from other places to plant here.

The speed is not fast, there are only ten trees a day, but Zhaoming feels guilty and patient. With persistence, the land that has been turned into scorched earth is gradually covered by new pear trees.

The fairy woman was sulking. Although she did not leave after the third day, she did not talk to Zhaoming. She looked at Zhaoming busy every day with a broken face.

After nearly three months, more than a thousand pear trees have been transplanted here. Although you can still see the black scorched earth between the pear blossoms, it is no longer as vast as before.

I can't recover, but I can only do this myself.

Zhaoming walked tremblingly to the fairy woman who had been watching him planting trees for three months, and said apologetically: "Sorry, I can only do this."

Although the fairy woman has a tough temper, she is not bad by nature. She is naturally angry when she was burned by Zhaoming. However, she has seen the hard work he has worked for three months. Such sincerity has already subsided her anger, but it is naturally impossible for her to give Zhaoming a good face now.

He looked calm and snorted coldly: "That's it all?"

Zhaoming lowered his head and said nothing. He didn't know what else he could do. It was understandable that the other party would continue to be angry, but he was helpless.

After waiting for a while, but couldn't hear Zhaoming say anything more, the fairy woman was also angry and cursed: "You idiot, your head is as black as your body, and it's all coke. Who asked you to dig a tree to transplant it? Who is accurate?"

Zhaoming shook his head helplessly: "I don't know what to do, I can only do this, at least it looks better than before, right?"

The fairy woman was unwilling to accept it, and pointed to the newly planted pear trees around her and shouted loudly: "How come it looks good? Where is it? You idiot, look at what you planted! Do you think you are a fruit farmer? The pear trees are planted so neatly."

Zhaoming looked along his finger and was stunned immediately. He had not noticed it before, but he had discovered it after being told by the other party.

I am used to farming in the medicinal fields, and planting medicinal materials, crisscrossing and neatly. The same is true for transplanting pear trees at this time. The intervals between each two pear trees are basically similar, and the pear trees are also selected for plants of similar age.

I looked neat and neatly. Even though it was really good, I always felt something strange, as if something was deliberately trimmed, and the artificial signs were too obvious.

"If I want such a pear garden, do you still need to do it? It's not a problem for me to build one hundred and ten thousand." The woman from the immortal clan said angrily.

"I'm sorry, I'll go and change it!" Zhaoming apologized immediately and was about to take the air to go.

"Change? How are you going to change?" The fairy woman shouted loudly: "You are going to dig them out and re-dig them into planting!"

Zhaoming opened his mouth and didn't say anything. He was really prepared to do so.

The fairy woman immediately scolded: "You idiot, do you really think that pear trees have no life? They also hurt after being tossed by you like this! Forget it, let's just do it! That's it!"

The scolding was awesome, but the anger on his face had faded a lot, which made Zhaoming feel a little relieved.

"What should I do with my thatched hut?" asked the fairy woman again.

"I'll do it again!" Zhaoming said hurriedly, and prepared to take action.

"Forget it, forget it, I'll do it myself. Judging from your appearance, the thatched hut I built is probably not much better!" The woman of the immortal clan shook her head, poured a cup of tea, ignored Zhaoming, and drank it by herself.

The atmosphere was awkward again. Zhaoming asked for a while, "Don't you say you want to leave? Why..."

According to what the other party said, he had already left three months ago.

The fairy woman pouted and snorted: "Are you still afraid that you will lose my Baili Cliff! Besides, if I am leaving, you will be really dead."

Zhaoming was stunned and then was overjoyed: "Are you willing to send me to Qinghuo Island?"

If you leave yourself alone on the offshore island, your future will be worrying.

The fairy woman curled her lips: "I said I won't care if I don't care, but you haven't come up with the conditions for me to accept."

Zhaoming's heart sank for a moment and his face darkened.

Seeing that Zhaoming didn't say anything, the fairy woman said carelessly: "If you let me watch the heavy snow again, I will send you there."

Zhaoming said nothing, the method of fire feathers and heavy snow can naturally not be used anymore, but he is a fire-swallowing demon, so how could there be any other way to create heavy snow?

Zhaoming's appearance made the fairy woman shake her head and sigh: "Hey, no wonder your demons have become like this. I'm afraid they are all full of charcoal as you. They all reminded that at this level, they are still the same as wood. They know that using magical powers to do things, and once magical powers are not good, they will become idiots."

While speaking, he put down his teacup and walked to the huge pear tree on the cliff.

"Since you don't have to use snow if you think of snow, you can use fire, why can't you think of using flowers?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he stomped on the trunk of the pear tree.

The force was quite strong, the tree trunk trembled, and the huge crown swayed. The petals were under force, just like an elf leaving the branches, falling down in a row, and in an instant, turning into heavy snow, extremely beautiful.

People are like flowers, flowers are like people, and it is difficult to distinguish.
Chapter completed!