The speed of the holy arrow quietly slowed down, and the magic of time became eased. Even the cold moonlight seemed very gentle at this moment.

A bright red umbrella poked out from behind Chu Ci, covering his head. The umbrella folded with painted paper shook slightly, as if the exquisite girl behind her was wearing small leather shoes, her green and quiet little face was working hard, and she held the umbrella high with her hands, trying to cover herself with a drizzle of cherry blossoms under March.

The edge of the paper umbrella was shaking gently, and then a slight fragrant breath fell through the clothes and fell on Chu Ci's back.

As the light and shadow changed, the two of them had escaped from the dangerous wilderness forest and came to an elegant bamboo forest. The breeze swept by, and the bamboo forest swayed gently, making rhythmic sounds, just like a beautiful music floating in full bloom.

In the dense jungle, he saw a scattered and winding stone path leading to a bamboo garden with bright lights.

The effect of the power of time has dissipated, and the bright red paper is like a dream, and the charming atmosphere just now is wiped out.

Chu Ci didn't know when the female saint would catch up with him, but looking at the lights in Zhuyuan, he was still a little curious.

After hesitating for a moment, Chu Ci took a step forward and silently touched the quiet bamboo garden.

On the fence outside the bamboo garden, there were wind chimes of the "Eternal Pavilion" hanging. The crisp and graceful ringtones rustled, instantly purifying Chu Ci's passionate struggle that night into a particularly quiet state.

The path leading to the bamboo house, the lamp pavilions along the way lit up one by one, as if the host was welcoming guests.

Chu Ci stepped forward without fear.

Anyway, with the power of the Master of Zhuyuan, if you want to deal with yourself, you don’t need any tricks, so why not be afraid of it?

He bent his fingers and gently buckled the door of the house. A gentle and gentle voice came from the door: "Please come in."

The door of the house opens without wind, the furnishings in the bamboo house maintain the classical style of the peaceful era, the furnishings of the hall are exquisite but not luxurious, with fan pages of calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls, and a big red paper umbrella painted with patterns of the four seasons.
Chapter completed!