It Turns out that I am Beautiful and Miserable [Quick Transmigration]

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The longest and healthiest leaf was down, touching the ground, leaning obliquely, and lifting it upwards, Gu Cong broke through the soft soil around him and pulled himself out.

Like a guide, the stretched almost invisible puppet line firmly supported him, so that Gu Cong did not fall down, and even staggered towards the flower pot conjured by the other party out of thin air.

His consciousness is very clear.

But he couldn't control his body at all.

It is a little different from the marionette in the popular impression. The thing called the puppet in the original book completely disappeared after entangled him, leaving only the part wrapped around the young man's hand. Immediately afterwards, Gu Cong saw the other party's index finger lift slightly, and the world spun. He re-rooted in the small jade flowerpot.

"It's too slow for you to go."

The tone is as cool as a mountain spring, and like jade and stone hitting each other. Holding the flower pot and standing up straight, the young man is low.

For a moment, Gu Cong thought that the undercover plan of the original owner of the wandering soul had been seen through, and he was ready to go out of his body again, but later found that the other party was just talking to himself.

The opened umbrella happened to cover the sun that was too hot for him, and the young man didn't see any movement, and small dark clouds gathered above Gu Cong's head, and a drizzle with a rather limited range fell.

The leaves stretched out, and the thirst that had been bothering Gu Cong after crossing was thoughtfully relieved, and there was something cold and faint, burrowing into his body along the root system.

"It's aura," 0028 Kepu, who was silent for a while, clicked his tongue again, "I didn't expect that the villain this time is quite caring about flowers and plants."

Not only picked the weakest star primrose to go back, but also helped to make it rain for free.

The soul is trapped in a small plant, but still retains the five basic human senses. When he gets close, Gu Cong can completely smell the light woody fragrance around the young man, like a pine forest with falling snow.

Tens of miles away, Shen Qingshu, who stored Song He's body in a special coffin, was riding a magic weapon that looked like a carriage, urging the giant beast formed by spiritual power to gallop north.

Behind him, there is a towering and endless mountain range that seems to block the entire land. It is not surrounded by the fairy spirit of ordinary sects. The sky above the head is not a clear blue, but a deep purple that is oppressive and suffocating.

Pale puppets suspended in mid-air, stiff like corpses, and countless hideous and weird vines, the farther away they are, the more normal the surrounding scenery becomes, and the color of the sky becomes lighter.

Liuyun Mountain.

Such a leisurely and elegant name is a forbidden place that everyone in the cultivation world can't avoid.

There are rumors that no one has ascended in the realm of comprehension for nearly ten thousand years, all because of the obstruction of this mountain, which greedily plunders the luck of the talented and talented, and stands here majestically to give birth to its own offspring.

Up to now, that "offspring" has become the owner of the mountain.

Xi Ye.

When this name came out and was well known in the cultivation world, there is no way to verify it. At least in Shen Qingshu's impression, Xi Ye's existence is like those ghosts in the secular world that make children stop crying, accompanied by fear.