102 Drink alone

"I... I won't sleep with you!"

"Why?"

"I... I'm not that kind of casual woman!"

"Ha? Whatever? Where are you going... By the way, you are my person..."

Shock! Yao Ling couldn't help lifting the bed tent and bent down to look directly at Xiao Fengchuan's face. What did he just say? What does it mean that "you are my person"?

"What did you just say? Say it again!"

"Ah?" Xiao Fengchuan was stared at by her closely and suddenly panicked, "I said, you are my person."

"Exit clear! What do you mean - I'm your person?" Although Yao Ling hasn't asked for the exact answer, he has guessed eight or nine points in his heart. There is only one possibility.

The wind and rain are like a dream.

Damn... At first, he forgot that thing because of the effect of the medicine, and Yaoling completely believed it. This guy likes to play rogue, but he is so despicable and shameless. Brother Chun also promised that Fengchuan really doesn't remember anything, and he can't lie.

Since you have forgotten it, why do you still think about it? If you want to forget it, forget it completely!

"When did you think of it? Make it clear!"

"Uh-huh... that time when we took a shower together in the bath..." Feng Chuan swallowed his saliva. Because he is now bare in his upper body, Yao Ling has no collar to grab, and his hands are clutching his collarbone tightly...

"Speak? Why don't you say it?" Oh, there's no need to get your face so close, right? It's really...

"By chance... I saw you... I've never seen a girl who doesn't wear it before... But I feel very familiar..."

Yaoling's nails were deeply embedded in Fengchuan's skin, and the scattered ink hair borrowed the cool breeze from the window to tickle Fengchuan's neck. Fengchuan's hands tightly grasped the hibiscus, and his fingers dragged, leaving long scratches.

"What else?" The distant pink cherry lips were like a watery cherry. The two made a scene, and the distant white gauze skirt had slipped down, revealing the snow-white skin of the round shoulders. The fragrance left by the petal bath is as if it were nothing. At this moment, it borrows the bright moonlight, the cool and transparent night wind, and it is like a sea of flowers rolling in the hot sun...

"Well, that day... was also in **, you remember. That familiar feeling when I hugged you, I... just remember that there was something that I couldn't tell whether the dream was true or not. Later... Looking back on your reaction during that time, crying and killing people, I almost figured out the whole thing. Later, you always wander around in front of my eyes, and the details are..."

Yuanling's heart thumped. The dense fog in Fengchuan's eyes seemed to drip out of water, and it was as enchanting as pink wind and rain flowers.

"You..."

The wind blows the gauze tent, and the ripples are like waves. That night, Yaoling had a dream over and over again, like eating honey * juice lotus root, but it was sweeter and cooler than honey * juice, and lingering around the tip of her tongue. After a while, she seemed to be locked in a steamer with steamed buns, and she was hot and weak. Later, it was like eating locust leaves in a hot day, and the cold noodles slid in. Thirsty throat...

The silver moon is like an ice wheel, flying into the dream of a sleeping person with wings, but it is extremely real in the eyes of the sleepless person, like water clear, like wine bitterness.

Chu Yun lay on his beloved roof on his back. Hearing the discordant movements in the room from time to time, he turned over impatiently. I turned over again. Another half an hour...

Forget it. Let's change the roof to sleep...

Chu Yunshen has never stayed in Wufu for so long, but he has slept everywhere he can sleep. His toes flew so fast that he skipped one after another, and finally landed in front of the bullet moon pavilion.

The night wind blows the threshold, the flowing flies are dotted, and the clothes are about to be stained. The light green glow reflects the wine into blue, and the eyes are like floating lights. Chunxiao is worth a lot of money. Chu Yunshen thought he was also sharing the night moon with his lover. Unexpectedly, he drank here alone.

"Can't you... sleep?"

Both of them spoke and stopped at the same time. Chu Yun was so worried that he sat down opposite him. Xia Gulin's smile seemed to be shallow on his lips, sitting here with a wine glass, as if waiting for someone to come.

Chu Yunshen was only worried about whether he occupied the position of the person who should come.

"Aren't you sore now?"

Chu Yun nodded deeply. This kind of sobriety in the middle of the night makes him too uncomfortable. Is it because of the overdraft of the spiritual power of the horizontal cloud knife due to the falling jacket this time?

It doesn't make sense. One strange thing. But he doesn't care much about it. Since the day when fate was changed, no matter how much pain, no matter how big the change has been experienced. What is the future? Although I can't see clearly, there is no fear in my heart.

At present, all he cares about is that - how Xia Gulin will deal with soul hunting. He has never read it wrong. His eldest brother is ambitious and careless, but he is a gentle person who loves his best friend deeply.

He is no longer worried.

The jade bowl is filled with amber light. Chu Yun looked at it in a daze and suddenly remembered another important thing:

"The power of her soul hunting... It can actually summon the soul of the dead. Unbelievable."

Xia Gulin took a sip of wine indifferently. The residual wine moistened his thin lips and reflected the moonlight, as transparent as the soul color of a distant spirit.

Some things, like wine, are for tasting, not for talking. People who drink it naturally know the taste.

No matter how strong the soul power of the distant spirit is, it is not enough to violate the law of the underworld and summon the undead to meet in the sun. During the day, the touching reunion between the jacket and Xinyi's yin and yang is just...

It's just a play by a powerful illusion director. In either lies or dreams, as long as you can redeem your jacket, you will no longer stick to any harmless methods. This is also what Xia Gulin and Nan Gezi have always adhered to.

Fortunately, the past told by "Xinyi" is true, not the fabrication of the sixth son. It's just to say it through Xinyi's mouth to make it easier to believe and accept.

In this way, the matter of falling off the jacket always comes to an end.

The soul of the fallen jacket has been sent to the purification cycle, and perhaps Yan Lixi will soon know about this matter. The entanglement between the three is enough to exhaust everyone's mental strength, but since the two have left first, the rest is indescribably lonely.

In the past, people were gone, but today the water is still cold. Signing words is like a proveword. He is accompanied by the life and death of his loved ones. He never abandons those who love him. What is it that fate gives him?

Xia Gulin has a very bad feeling.

Even Chu Yunshen didn't know that Xia Gulin drank alone with the moon tonight. The seat opposite him was empty for Yan Lixi.

He filled the empty glass with wine. The wine glass is getting heavier and heavier in the hand, and all the concerns can't be sent to the person's heart with this wine.

"Brother."

May you be safe...

The night of Daihua Mountain is much deeper than that of Yangzhou City. The green hides the firewood, the moon moves the flower shadow, but there is no one in the bamboo house.

Yan Lixi is not here.

Where will he go in such a late night...

The blue shadow is heavy, the night is dark, and the whole mountain is dark and terrible. Who knows that the real altar of the inkstone department is buried in the whole hollowed-out Daihua Mountain.

- The trial tower of inkstone. The trial magic cave is made of various shapes of giant stationery, with a total of seven floors. Yan Lixi's current position is the top floor, Duanyan peacock.

The strange peaks of stone carvings, the green pines and cypresses, and the full moon are shining. It is not so much a huge inkstone as the illusion of countless magical ink paintings. Yan Lixi sat alone under the pine tree and stroked the piano. It was not far from him, but there were two male and female peacocks looking around, as if they were wary of people coming, and as if they were monitoring the person playing the piano.

Yan Lixi was imprisoned here. The inkstone trial tower, from stone quarrying, material selection and making, to design, carving, polishing, injecting spirits, pouring the painstaking efforts of several generations of inkstone masters, and has been transformed by several generations of inkstone masters. It seems to be simple but complicated, and its spiritual power is powerful, and it is far from being able to escape with the power of Yan Lixi.

First, he let go of the hunting soul, then helped Jin Pangzi find Wuzhi Xuanjian, and this time he deliberately let go of the jacket. The demon should have been unbearable for him.

The blue eyes on him are originally Qing Pingle, the former Yanzhu, who has already passed away. As for the demon, what he wants is a genius, but when he meets a disobedient genius, it is not a pity to get rid of it immediately.

The sound of the piano stopped. The jacket has been redeemed. He no longer needs to stay in the inkstone, but when he really wants to leave, he can't.

The paper main paper Feiyuan is dead. He was imprisoned himself. Who will the demon send to deal with the sixth son next?

Is it...her?

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When Yao Ling woke up, it was already three poles in the sun. The annoying sunshine made her curl her lips unhappily. I got up too late and missed another breakfast.

But... Fortunately, I didn't even miss lunch... Hey hey...

Yao Ling happily washed his face and dressed up, and walked to the restaurant beautifully. This sleep is really full and full, looking at the blue sky and the beautiful flowers. According to the previous experience after the war, Wufu should be calm for a period of time.

Wu Mei, who appeared at the corner of the corridor with a solemn face, interrupted the dream of distant spirit. Every time Sister Wumei comes to inform about the matter, it is probably a bad thing. Oh, forget it. Let's listen to what's going on this time.

"Ah? Yan Lixi... was put under house arrest by the devil?" The surprise on Yao Ling's face quickly turned dull, "What does this have to do with us?"

Isn't Yan Lixi the owner of the demon clan? He was under house arrest because of the infighting of the demon clan, which could not be better for the sixth son. Oh, no, Yan Lixi is also Xia Gulin's brother. If the brother is in trouble, the brother has no reason not to save him.

So it's good for Xia Gulin to save him alone. Yao Ling had no conscience and had to yawn to the dining room. From her mind, she couldn't think that Yan Lixi had been helping them!

Before Yao Ling walked to the dining room, he turned to the kitchen. It should not be dinner at this hour. It's boring to sit in the room. Why don't you go and see what Xiao Fengchuan has made?

Yao Ling crept close to the door, gently opened a crack in the door with his fingers, narrowed his eyes, and saw Xiao Fengchuan's busy back in front of the chopping board. Yao Ling couldn't help covering his mouth and laughing.

Huh? What does it taste like... so spicy?