Wherever the green wave passes, every small plant is growing rapidly and growing continuously, gradually forming a state of flower buds. Even if there is no peony bud size, it is almost 30 to 40%.

What's the situation!?

Li Chuan was both surprised and happy. The scene in front of him once again refreshed his cognition and benefited him a lot.

After the moss formed a flower bud, some of the closest to Lichuan have bloomed one after another. The shape is really like a peony, but the color is green and charming.

The petals of the green moss "peony" open, and the tubular organs that look like flower buds stretch out. Then, a fragrant green spits out, filling the surrounding air.

When the green waves extend, the green flowers bloom, the green stamens suck and spit, the green in the air gradually becomes richer, and the strange fragrance condenses and quickly gathers into green water droplets. The next moment it falls, and turns from drizzle to light rain, turning into a refreshing rain...

While Li Chuan was soaked in the green rain, he was still immersed in the beautiful green artistic conception.

The next moment, he woke up by the warmth in the green rain, and a hint of numbness poured into his body from all over his body. As he gathered more and more, he even became a burning pain of twisting.

This was a wonderful burning pain. Li Chuan was so moved that he wanted to moan, but the silence was not broken by him.

"Uh..."

"Sis..."

The two little fairies actually made a noise, and then they twisted their bodies!

Li Chuan was stunned. Due to some indescribable reasons, the scene could not be looked at directly, which brought Li Chuan back to reality from the intoxication of the green and explosive beauty.

It's so powerful!

The incident happened at the moment of survival and death, and it happened in my own experience. Li Chuan was still nonsensical in his heart, but he really appreciated the power of war poetry.

If this is still called a war poem, I wonder if Xizhilinger knows this kind of war poem, and can still use it like this when understanding war poems!?

The message sent by Xi Zhilinger and Lan Xin made Li Chuan overjoyed and hurriedly got up to check... These two little fairies were not hung up!

Li Chuan stood up immediately, which he had already expected. Just now, the moss and peony green rain soaked into his body, nourishing the body with a significant and rapid sensitivity. He could clearly feel the spiritual fullness and the recovery of strength.

"Princess Ling'er...Princess Ling'er..."

At this time, there is no need to worry about any big trouble for men and women. Most constraints will become worthless when experiencing the margins of life and death. Li Chuan picked up a ball of Xizhiling'er, dyed green by the rain of moss, and just wanted to wake her up, without thinking about anything extra.

However, Xi Zhiling'er had no response, and only had a slight trembling corner of her eyes, and then she had no reaction.

"Lan Xin! Lan Xin..."

Li Chuan picked up another ball of green, shaking it, calling over and over again.

"Ahem..."

This time, Lan Xin coughed a few times and opened her eyes slightly.

"You...Princess Ling'er..."

Lan Xin was first confused and struggled to recognize Li Chuan, who was the same green ball, but the one she cared about the most was Princess Xizhiling'er.

Li Chuan leaned slightly at the angle of Lan Xin, allowing her to see Xizhiling'er.

Lan Xin was obviously quite relieved, and then her black and white eyes began to slowly close. She was still on the verge of coma and awakeness.
Chapter completed!