Chapter 403 Man in Ancient Costume (1)

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After the three masters and apprentices had lunch, Yuqing and Yuzhenzi rested on the ground in the temple, preparing to refresh their spirits and catch ghosts in the evening.

And Yang Zimei was really not used to the turbid air in this ruined temple, and she couldn't sleep on the straw.

She told her master, went outside, and planned to find a grassy area with beautiful scenery to close her eyes and rest for a while.

For her, it doesn't really matter whether she sleeps or not, because her spirit can be easily recovered. However, by closing her eyes and resting, she can relax herself physically and mentally.

"Sister, there is a small lawn in front, it's a very nice place."

Xiaoqian said to Yang Zimei.

Yang Zimei looked up, and sure enough, there was a piece of grass not far away, the grass on it was delicate and neat, and there were various unknown little flowers swaying in the wind, and there was a clear message in front of it. However, because there is a towering banyan tree blocking the sunlight next to it, it looks particularly shady.

She walked over and sat down on the grass.

The grass was soft and smooth, and it was very comfortable. She couldn't help lying down, put her hands on the back of her head, and closed her eyes lazily.

The sunlight shone through the branches and leaves mottled on her white jade-like face, and on her jet-black hair, from a distance, it looked like a beautiful and quiet oil painting.

After a fierce battle last night, although Yang Zimei was still full of energy, she was already very tired psychologically.

She closed her eyes like this and soon fell asleep.

When she fell asleep, there was someone on the tree at some point, blinking long black eyes, looking at her sleeping with interest.

"Sister, wake up, someone is watching you."

Yang Zimei was dreaming to be with Long Zhutian when she heard Xiaoqian's cry, she woke up suddenly, opened her eyes, and met the pair of obsidian-like pupils on the tree.

Startled, he sat up.

The man on the tree jumped down lightly and landed in front of her, looking at her with a smile on his lips.

Yang Zimei looked at the man in front of her with incomparable astonishment. He was about twenty years old. He was wearing a spotless white costume, with jet-black hair that was longer than hers, hanging down to his waist. , The thin lips are cherry red, and she does not smile, and a pair of arc-long pupils glow with starlight, looking at her with a smile that is not a smile.

Do you do a costume play?

Or did he wake up from sleep and travel to ancient times?

Yang Zimei looked around suspiciously and found that the scenery had not changed.

"Sister, this man is so beautiful, the clothes look like those on TV." Xiao Qian screamed.

Yang Zimei thought of the jump he had just made when he came down from the tree. It was as light as a falling feather. It was impossible for ordinary people to do it, not even for a person who had practiced qigong for ten years.

This is definitely not an actor in a costume drama.

What's more, there is no one else around.

"Who are you?"

Yang Zimei asked suspiciously.

The man in ancient costume raised his thin lips and smiled lightly, "Xuehu."

"Xuehu? The fox's fox?" Yang Zimei's thoughts immediately stopped.

"The lake of the lake." Xuehu explained.

"Uh?"

Yang Zimei blinked, she strongly suspected that he was not a human, but a fox.

The aura on his body was different from that of ordinary people, and he didn't have the ghostly aura of a ghost. It looked very unusual, maybe it was a legendary monster, and it was also a fox monster.

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