Only when you get close to the back mountain can you feel the flames all over the sky most intuitively. The heat flows straight into the sky, and the hot flames lick the last trace of moisture in the dry air, and the heat hits your face.
Large areas of gray-blue Phalaenopsis quickly withered in the fire, and the leaves quickly rolled up, controlled the moisture, and turned into dry and withered branches, which were blown by the hot wind and turned into a touch of fly ash.
Miraculous profound energy fluctuations floated in the sky, and the light and shadow fluctuated gracefully and variedly, just like the strange northern lights.
But compared to the magnificence of the aurora, the mysterious color of the Phalaenopsis is even more treacherous, intertwined with light gray and dark black, and intertwined with dark blue and pale, forming a series of weird and twisted patterns on the night sky.
Like a wild beast being tortured to death, there is a thick and inexpressible hatred and evil accumulated in the soul.
Finally arrived at the foot of the mountain, Xie Ziyou was secretly speechless as he looked at the shadows of the raging fire all over the mountain.
He clasped his hands together, a thin blue vortex floated in the palm of his hand, and an icy blue icicle appeared in response. The white skirt was blown and swelled by the heat wave, and was reflected in a bright red by the fire.
The ice edges floating in the air slowly melted and turned into crystal water droplets. Although the water droplets were small, they seemed to weigh a thousand catties. They were slowly carried by the profound force and scattered to every corner of the hillside.
Just like the sudden spring rain, the water droplets carry the strong wind straight to the sky, forming dark clouds in the dark night. With the icy edge as a guide, the sky is really pattering with raindrops, and the rain is getting bigger and bigger, pouring down on the head and face.
The violent fire was finally contained and slowly extinguished.
But Xie Ziyou didn't have the ability to bring the dead back to life and the withered grass to grow again, and the Phalaenopsis that had been burned to ashes could not be rescued at all.
Guan Heng followed closely behind Xie Ziyou, leaned over and whispered in his ear: "This fire is man-made."
No matter how violent the mountain fire is, there is absolutely no reason to burn the entire hillside in a short time.
Judging by the way the flames spread, it must have been ignited by many parties, and the sparks spread and converged, and finally formed a threatening fire wave.
Xie Ziyou frowned slightly, and nodded.
Just at this time, a strange voice called from behind the two of them: "Junior brother, you are negligent."
The two suddenly turned their heads.
As the fire gradually faded, the bright light between the sky and the earth also gradually faded, and the darkness returned. Guan Heng could only see the tall and slender silhouette of a person, but could not distinguish his face.
But just from the gloating tone, it was obvious that the person who came was not a good bird—it must be Wu Cong.
Guan Heng sneered in his heart, and said lightly: "Brother, you came in time."
"Hey, where is it?"
The young man approached slowly, his face gradually became clear, his eyebrows were still handsome, but covered by a layer of shadows in the night, and the strange light and shadow behind him made his slender eyebrows look dark and strange.
"Hey, Junior Brother, I really didn't expect that you actually set the whole Phalaenopsis on fire!"
Wu Cong clapped his palms and sighed, his voice was contrived, and he sighed endlessly: "You can't pick a thousand plants, you can tell me! Brother, do you really want Fatang to punish you?"
"Senior brother is urging you, I hope you do better. You are good, in order to perfunctory the task, you simply set fire in the back mountain. Senior brother's heart hurts."
"I told you earlier that this is a spiritual plant that Master has raised for ten years and wants to use it for cultivation. Now that you have burnt it all, how do you explain to Master?"
This passage was so shameless that Xie Ziyou was dumbfounded and couldn't believe it.
Is there such a shameless person in the world
Guan Heng also laughed angrily, pointed at the flying ashes all over the mountain, and said loudly: "Brother, you said that I burned these spiritual plants, do you have evidence?"
Wu Cong raised his right hand and made a light move towards the back.
Immediately someone rushed over, stood behind Wu Cong, saluted Xie Zi, and said in a low voice, "I am the person in charge of the Dharma hall, Lu Renjia."
"Half an hour ago, I saw Mars at the foot of the mountain. It happened that this kid rushed down from the mountain and passed me by."
Lu Renjia raised his head, pointed his index finger straight at Guan Heng, stared slightly, and said angrily: "I saw him sneaking around and chased him all the way, but I didn't expect this guy to run faster than a rabbit!"
"I couldn't bear my feet for a while... let him escape."
Wu Cong waved his hand.
Lu Renjia shut up obediently, took a few steps back, and stood behind him.
The young man was triumphant, and raised the corner of his mouth: "This is a witness."
"Brother, what else do you have to say?"
Guan Heng snorted coldly, staring at Lu Renjia with sharp eyes.
Thinking quickly, the young man quickly figured out the key point—Wu Cong has great influence in the academy, and his actions in the past few days must have fallen into the eyes of the other party. It is not a secret that Youyou helped collect Phalaenopsis orchids. Zhi Zhi was no longer enough to stump himself.
When one plan failed, the young man came up with another plan, setting fire to the mountain and beating it down.
As for the testimony, it's pure nonsense.
Half an hour ago, he was nestling in his humble courtyard, quietly waiting for Youyou to throw himself into the trap, how could he have time to do some weird phalaenopsis
"Senior Brother," the young man bit down softly, uttering each word with a sharp sense of pressure like a blade, and paused every word, "I didn't go out all day today, let alone come to the back mountain."
Wu Cong also sneered: "Anyone prove it?"
"Why should I prove it to you?"
Guan Heng's eyes narrowed slightly, and a cold light flickered in his eyes. After thinking for a while, the boy deliberately sighed and shook his head.
"Senior brother, if you don't like me, let's just fight and have a good time—why make so many detours behind the scenes?"
"Do you know who likes to play dirty the most?"
The young man put his hands behind his back and smiled slightly, but his voice pierced Wu Cong's eardrum like a needle.
"The weak."
The wind is carrying thick water vapor, which blends with the burnt smell of dry grass, forming a more suffocating strange smell.
Wu Cong's eyes widened suddenly, the corners of his eyes were torn with bloodstains visible to the naked eye, the humiliation suffered in Luoling once again came to his mind, and his whole body began to ache again—the more breezy and calm the young man in front of him, the more he wanted to eat raw its meat!
"you you… "
"What did I do wrong?" Guan Heng said straightforwardly in a dignified voice, "Senior brother made things difficult for me, in the final analysis, it was because I couldn't beat me—had it hurt your self-esteem?"
Wu Cong: "..."
The young man's eyes turned black, and a fishy smell suddenly surged into his chest, tightly blocking his throat, his lips trembled, but he couldn't speak a word.
"Brother, don't be angry."
Guan Heng chuckled, pretending to be apologetic, "I'm from a bad background, I don't know the etiquette, and I speak frankly."
"However, honesty also has its advantages. Some people just can't give him a good face. The more you talk to him, the more arrogant and domineering he is-ah senior brother, I'm sorry, I'm not targeting you, I said certain, some, people .”
Wu Cong stared at him viciously, panting heavily, his lips turned purple.
Guan Heng's voice was clear and smooth, like spring rain hitting a rock: "As for the issue of self-esteem, we can sit down and have a good talk. Regarding the matter of arson, we can have a good talk, or we can have a good fight. As for the witness—"
The boy's arms were straight, pointing at Lu Renjia, but his eyes stayed on Wu Cong's bluish-purple cheeks, and he smiled slightly.
"What a poor trick, what a perfunctory testimony."
"If you really act in front of the master and disturb the old man's retreat, brother, don't you think it's ridiculous?"
The hot wind hits the face, and the thick water vapor accumulates in the wind, making people breathless.
Wu Cong stared aggressively for a long time, gritted his teeth, and squeezed out a few words in a hoarse voice.
"At least I have someone to testify."
The young man's parched throat also seemed to have been scorched by a mountain fire, and the few words were bitten extremely hard, harsh and ferocious.
"What about you? You said you never went out, someone testified?"
"I can testify."
The clear and cold voice spread suddenly, like a wind chime swaying, flying streams hitting stones.
Xie Ziyou walked out with small steps, and the blue mysterious force enveloped the whole body like flowing smoke and tulle. His muscles were as thick as fat, his breath was like orchids, and his eyes were clearer than the ice and snow on the Qianren Peak. But the tail is picked up brightly, and the end is dyed a touch of red.
His bright red lips were tightly pressed together, his cheeks were burning with a drunken flush, his eyes were slightly narrowed, and there was a smile in his eyes.
Although the smile was suppressed by the master's efforts, it still rose like a flame, jumping happily on the brows, with high spirits.
Xie Ziyou really tried his best to hold back his laughter.
Wu Cong's expression at this moment is so funny, Xie Ziyou couldn't help complaining to the system in his mind: "It feels so good to be with the protagonist."
Ever since Xie Ziyou was caught by Guan Heng, who was waiting for the rabbit, the system has been taciturn, quietly acting as a backdrop.
Now it still plays the good character of assisting love, just smiles and doesn't speak, leaving the venue to a group of young people.
But Wu Cong's good morals that are rooted in the soul obviously do not include the item of "reasonably facing the person he loves who speaks for the rival in love". Seeing Xie Ziyou stand up and look at Guan Heng with affection in his eyes, the young man's mind exploded on the spot. Sparks burst out in front of my eyes.
"Junior Sister," the young man said in disbelief with a pale complexion, "you, why are you talking to that kid?"
"I'm the party involved."
Xie Ziyou answered confidently.
The mountain fire burned up the ashes all over the mountain, and also ignited a pool of alcohol in his heart.
The jumping flames licked the softest corner of the boy's heart, and the surging impulse turned into a deep red, steaming his cheeks. The moonlight was too beautiful, the wind was too gentle, and the feeling of rapid adrenaline secretion was too exciting, which made Xie Ziyou let himself go.
In front of Wu Cong, he generously held Guan Heng's hand, and said bluntly: "I know he hasn't gone out today, and I'm here too, so I can testify for him."
There was a thunderbolt from the blue sky, and five thunders struck the top.
Wu Cong almost collapsed: "Junior Sister, what are you doing there?!"
"What do you care about me?" Xie Ziyou blinked his innocent peach blossom eyes, and said as a matter of course, "We are in a relationship, he is my fiance, what do we love to do - you want to care?"
We are in love.
He is my fiancé.
We love doing...
The nightmare's three combos, with lightning speed and a more powerful impact than a rocket launcher, instantly shattered Wu Cong's precarious three views... and love.