The nose is full of green fragrance, she put her hands on the ground, sat up, and looked at all this in front of her.

This place is like a paradise.

There was the ding-dong sound of spring water, and flowers bloomed in the grass beside him.

In the distance, there are mountains and mountains, and there are many peaks and ridges.

She stood up and looked around again. This place, if there is really no blood and blood, is a suitable place for elderly care.

So have anyone been here before? Has anyone left here?

These are mysteries.

Feng Qingming stood under the silk again and wanted to climb up, but the spider silk was too slippery. She just climbed up and slipped down again.

Then she climbed up again, and when she was about to slide down, her waist tightened and she felt lightness in an instant.

She was rolled up by the spider silk again.

"Why didn't you leave?"

Qing Sang was in the darkness, asking her.

"Because I'm stupid, I can't find a way out."

Feng Qingming said.

"This... I can't help you, I don't know!"

Hearing her say this, Qing Sang's voice was somewhat apologetic.

"In the past, many people fell, but after they left, they never came back. I don't know... whether they left or died in this inanimate place."

Qing Sang said slowly.

"Then I will go out and look for it every day."

Feng Qingming said, and fell asleep on the spider silk.

Seeing how she fell asleep, Qing Sang couldn't keep talking.

The two got along like this.

Every day, Feng Qingming would go out, looking for a way out, but at night, she would inevitably return to this place to sleep.

Between the two people, it was tacitly tacit.

After just getting along for more than a month, the two of them got a lot closer.

Approximately, Qing Sang is still too lonely.

So when Feng Qingming was here, she found that her deadly heart was ignited again.

It was as if a seed was thrown into the soil like this. After a spring rain, the seed was seen taking root and sprouting.

"I am actually a saint!"

Qing Sang, who was hiding in the dark, said suddenly.

"Saint?"

Feng Qingming was lying down, and when she heard such a sentence, he was shocked at the moment.

She sat up slowly, and the mode of listening to the story had been turned on.

"In the Great Continent, there is a cherry blossom tribe, in our tribe are all women, and the saint is the leader of that tribe."

Qing Sang said this, seeming to pause for a moment.

Feng Qingming couldn't see her because she was hiding in the darkness.

"I have always been a female leader, and our tribe has always been very good. Until one day, an elder in the tribe returned from the outside and brought back a man. Our tribe strictly forbids outsiders to come in, especially The man...but the elder kept begging, saying that the man was injured, and when he was healed, he was letting him go. We saw the dying man and promised to let him stay! Who knew that was that time. My heart is soft, and our Sakura tribe has no place to die."

When Qing Sang said here, her voice was full of choking.

She said lightly, but the people of a tribe have all perished, and she has become this kind of inhuman and ghost. How can she not feel so sad.