But Shixiong Doesn’t Want To Be A Villain!

Bai Fanlu slept comfortably that night. Although someone forced him to promise not to go to the kiln before going to bed, he couldn't guarantee it in the end, and he didn't make any mistakes with him.

When Bai Fanlu woke up the next morning, Mu Yunhe was no longer by his side.

He listened to the sound from outside, and when he went to the window to listen, Mu Yunhe seemed to be practicing sword.

Bai Fanlu put on his clothes, put a bunch of hair in his hair at random, and went out.

Mu Yunhe practiced to the heart, completely forgetting himself, and did not notice that Bai Fanlu came out to see him in the courtyard.

This was the first time Bai Fanlu "saw" Mu Yunhe practicing swordsmanship, and he had never seen Yun Zhan before.

At this time, the sword aura was like a dragon, and the wind that was brought up rolled the robes, and the sound of the dragon's cracking silk was faintly echoing in the air.

Bai Fanlu could feel it, and vaguely traced a picture in his mind.

He moved slightly in his heart, and hurriedly went to the house to get pens, inks, papers and inkstones, and laid them on the stone table when he returned to the courtyard.

Suddenly there was inspiration, and he eagerly wanted to draw it.

When the pen fell, I couldn't pay attention to the others anymore.

There are two people in the small courtyard, one is obsessed with sword dance, the other is obsessed with painting.

Obviously Mu Yunhe should have not found Bai Fan Road, but where he walked on the sword, he was surrounded by Bai Fan Road. The ground was red and white, and the sword wind picked the place, Yiyi people said.

Knowing each other's existence, and knowing each other's existence.

Following the closing ceremony, Mu Yunhe raised his eyes, and Bai Fanlu also put down his pen at the same time, and smiled slightly at the surface of the paper.

When Mu Yunhe walked over, he saw the newly completed painting on the desktop, which was a figure dancing a sword under a tree.

"Like?" Bai Fanlu asked.

"Very similar." Mu Yunhe replied.

The two of them tacitly knew that Bai Fanlu laughed naturally at first, but didn't know what to laugh at, and then laughed at himself.

"How can this be seen?"

He painted the Yun Zhan in his heart, but this painting is drawn in ink and wash. No matter how much it looks like a god, it can’t make it look like it. Even if Mu Yunhe really looks like Yun Zhan, it’s impossible to draw it with just one painting. figure it out.

Mu Yunhe seemed to understand what he meant, and said, "This painting is the person in your heart, so I must be exactly like him, because I am the person in your heart."

Bai Fan's road surface was reddish, and he said with a smile, "You have confidence."

"Of course!"

Bai Fanlu is now accustomed to this person's consistent cheeky, and his immunity is obviously good every day.

After the two had cleaned up, they went for breakfast first, and then went to visit Bihu Qingdi according to the original plan.

At the end of spring, there are a lot of people going out, and there are farmers selling drinks on the roadside. It is said that the pear stuffed rice is picked from the pear blossoms of this spring. Drink a cup at the Chitose Pavilion in the middle of the lake.

"Do you want this auspicious?" Mu Yunhe asked deliberately.

Bai Fanlu laughed, "Drink as much as you want, and ask me what to do?"

Mu Yunhe happily went straight to buy a jar of pear blossom stuffed back, and went to the Chitose Pavilion with joy.

Who would have thought that after drinking this, he was addicted to it, but still not strong, and when he came down, he bought two more jars.

In the evening, I was really satisfied with the food and drink. Bai Fanlu prevented Mu Yunhe from going drunk, but he did not expect that after the man was drunk, although he did throw him down, he just rubbed him for a long time, and said, "Brother, you are too bad."

"Where am I broken?"

"..."

"Hey, you make it clear."

There was no sound, Mu Yunhe's head drooped, buried in Bai Fanlu's neck and fell asleep.

"..." He couldn't move, the figure was like a jack, and he almost squeezed his back.

"A Zhan? A Zhan?" Bai Fanlu tried to call, feeling that the other party moved a little, and said hurriedly, "When I get up and go to sleep in the house, I will catch a cold."

"Well……"

Seeing to be whirring again.

Bai Fanlu had an idea, "Get up, I will be crushed to death by you."

"Huh? Huh? No, you can't die... I, I'm up..."

The huge child Mu Yunhe wandered up from Bai Fan Road. Bai Fan Road took the opportunity to stand up, fearing that he would fall down again, and coaxed, "Come, come back to the house with me to sleep."

"One, together?"

Mu Yunhe's tone couldn't conceal his surprise, he was as sweet as a big baby eating a lollipop.

Don't you sleep together every day? Have fun here.

"Well, together." Bai Fanlu was the most patient with the baby, half-supported and half-backed and finally brought the person into the house.

As soon as Mu Yunhe reached the bed, Bai Fanlu was about to leave. He was so frightened that he immediately sat up and grabbed the corner of Bai Fanlu's clothes, "Brother..."

"Don't worry, I won't leave, I'll get some water to wash your face."

"Don't wash... I need brother... ooh..."

Listening to crying?

God, is this the way the legendary Mu Xiaowang's horrible drunkenness goes like this? Sure enough... scary.

Bai Fanlu had to go back to the bed first, and Bai Fanlu burst into laughter immediately.

Bai Fanlu smelled his alcohol, and said, "I want to wash it, or I will despise you."

"Oh……"

"Wash it or not?"

"Wash~"

Bai Fanlu resisted the goose bumps and helped him to wash briefly, and he also cleaned up. After thinking about it, he had to take off his coat.

Mu Yunhe cooperated very cleverly. Bai Fanlu could almost imagine him sitting on the side of the bed. It was probably the same big golden retriever that he saw when he was working in a pet shop sitting on a grooming table and let the beautician wash, cut and blow. almost.

The big golden retriever finally waited for his master to be lucky. As soon as Bai Fanlu sat on the bed, he hugged him and lay down happily.

Then rub it like rubbing a plush toy for a long time, and give it a sip, "Brother, I like you!"

Bai Fanlu blushed and his heartbeat, "I see."

"I really like you."

"Ok……"

"……like you……"

"..."

The sticky big golden retriever finally tossed enough money, and fell asleep with his beloved plush toy.

I don't know if Jin Mao dreamed of anything this time, but Bai Fanlu dreamed of the couple again after a few days.

Still in the yard last time, but this time it was daytime.

Mo Jiuli was writing and painting on the table. I didn't know what the painting was. As soon as Bai Fanlu was going to take a look, he laughed loudly, "How about it? Is it done?"

Qi Zhao was retracting his sword and strode toward this side, bringing a gust of wind, and falling flowers everywhere.

Bai Fanlu followed his figure, and the two of them were already standing together, seeming to be saying something to the picture.

The green grass fragrant, bypassing the low wall carved with red bricks, behind them is the winding path of the small courtyard, which connects to a green lake outside.

The five-curved long bridge is swaying, the pavilion is breezy, the waves are like jade, duckweed and green algae, with different shades.

The vast and surging green is suitable for the shade, the endless red is quietly spreading, the sky is light and the shadows are overwhelming.

Those two people are probably the most dazzling existence in this beautiful scenery.

I vaguely think this scene is very familiar...

Bai Fanlu was thinking about it, so he heard Qi Zhao ask, "Where are the previous paintings hidden? Every time I see it once, I can't see it if I want to see it again."

Mo Jiuli said, "Seeing once is enough."

"That's not enough. I have to look at the map of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains last time before I can finish it."

"That picture... I gave it away." Mo Jiuli wrote lightly.

"Who is it for?" Qi Zhao's voice was obviously sour, "That's your painstaking effort for a year."

"Whoever wants to see it, give it away."

"Then I want to see it? I haven't seen you send me."

Mo Jiuli seemed to glance at Qi Zhao, "If you want to see it, I will paint you one in another year."

"...Forget it," Qi Zhao said, "I would rather you pay less attention to it."

After a while, when Mo Jiuli packed the scroll and put it in the bedroom, Qi Zhao asked him, "I don't want to paint, you make me up and drink with me at the bar."

Mo Jiuli replied, "Okay, you go and wait for me outside the palace."

"Why bother, I will take you out."

"There is a palace banquet today, I need to report to my father, and there are many people with mixed eyes, you can restrain yourself."

Qi Zhao had no choice but to give up, "That's OK, I'll go outside the palace gate, don't let me wait too long, otherwise...if you come, I will fine you three cups first."

As the laughter fell, the picture turned, and Bai Fanlu left the courtyard, blinking an open place.

It is vaguely a grassland, and the time goes from day to night.

"It made me wait again, and I must punish you this time!"

With a wave of his arm, Qi Zhao took up two round objects, one of which held his strength straight towards Mo Jiuli.

Mo Jiuli flipped his wrists, holding the fast-moving thing firmly in his palm with both hands.

This is a wine jar, but it seems that it is not suitable to receive it. With only a soft sound, the wine jar twists and cracks in Mo Jiuli's hands.

However, it was not completely cracked, and he was firmly supported by a force. Qi Zhao held his wrist in one hand, and a spiritual power was contained in the palm of the other hand, tightly wrapping the wine jar that was about to break.

Suddenly, the wine jar was completely shattered as soon as his palm was collected. The whole jar of fine wine opened up in all directions like scattered stars. For a moment, Qi Zhao urged his thoughts and made a low drink in his mouth.

"rise!"

In mid-air, those crystal clear liquor images were given vitality, and suddenly separated from the fragments of the wine jar, one falling downward, the other rising.

When the two were completely demarcated, Qi Zhao's opened palm was slightly retracted, and the broken liquor quickly converged into a rapidly rotating mass following his actions, as if it had re-formed a transparent wine jar. .

Slowly fell back to Mo Jiuli's hands.

"How about this trick to transform everything into form?" Qi Zhao said triumphantly.

"It's OK."

"The tone is not small!"

Mo Jiuli said indifferently, "If I am as good at spells as you, I may not be worse than you."

Qi Zhao smiled and said, "I was not reconciled to this. Well, I don't use tricks. You and I will grab these two jars of wine and see who can drink first and whoever wins!"

As he said, he picked up the unbroken wine jar with the other hand.

Mo Jiuli glanced at it, and seemed to be indifferent.

Qi Zhao said again, "If you win, I will promise you one thing."

"Then if I lose? I have to allow you one thing?"

Qi Zhao asked back, "Why? Don't you dare?"

Mo Jiuli said, "There is nothing to be afraid of."

Qi Zhao still held Mo Jiuli in one hand and said with a sneer, "My lord will let you do a trick, you go first."

Bai Fanlu didn't understand this comparison very well, he also felt in his heart, is Qi Zhao really a god? Why is it so boring?

And Mo Jiuli probably thought the same way as him, looking down at this time, the transparent wine jar was in his hand, and his hand was being held by Qi Zhao.

The other wine jar is in Qi Zhao's hands. In comparison, he has one more hand than Qi Zhao.

Bai Fanlu felt that Mo Jiuli was about to make a move. Sure enough, the next moment he was unceremonious, and took the first step with his left hand and slammed forward to Qi Zhao's wrist which was holding him, but was gently avoided by the other side.

The sound hit the west, Mo Jiuli took advantage of the moment Qi Zhao's hand was slightly loose, and was about to reach the wine jar in his other hand.

Qi Zhao didn't allow him to succeed, cut the knife from it with the wind, and then chased him up. Instead of evading or avoiding it, Mo Jiuli faced the opponent and waved his left arm as if to lift him away.

Mo Jiuli smiled softly, Bai Fanlu's instinct was wrong, and as expected, seeing the man suddenly lowered his body, he raised his leg and greeted Qi Zhao's knee.

Qi Zhao probably wanted to use the spell at that moment, but he couldn't use it. He hesitated to avoid it, but it was too late.

Although Mo Jiuli didn't move his true character, but with a bit of strength in the end, Qi Zhao said, and fell backward.

"Good, you A Li--"

At the moment he fell, Qi Zhao also grabbed the mouth of the wine jar.

"Ah!"

But when Mo Jiuli smiled slightly, he was taken to the ground along with the wine jar, but he didn't seem to be annoyed at all. On the contrary, as if he was in the middle of his arms, he deceived Shang Qi Zhao's chest and restrained him. live.

"Qi Zhao, I won!" Mo Jiuli's voice was full of smiles.

Bai Fanlu is paying attention, and the wine jar is clearly still in Qi Zhao's hands? How can he count as winning?

The wine jar is indeed in the hands of Qi Zhao, but it is a pity that the victory of this round is not to grab the wine jar itself from the beginning, but only the fine wine in the jar.

Qi Zhao also reacted slowly for a while, and it was too late to understand. Mo Jiuli leaned forward and opened his mouth to bite the edge of the wine jar with his right hand slightly slanted.

After he sank hard, the mouth of the pot was half tilted, and the sweet wine flowed down the mouth, and some along the delicate contour of his jaw, meandered straight down.

It just so happened that it dripped on Qi Zhao's lips.

At the same time stroking his lips, there is also Mo Jiuli's long hair, which is as gentle as Moyu, soft and blown by the breeze, scattered on Qi Zhao's chest, like a fascinating net, spreading in this intoxicating night .

The color of the grass, the breeze, the moon, and the stars.

Thin clothes, green silk, beauty, mellow wine.

There is also such a posture of intimacy and circling, in the eyes of a caring person, it is like half leaning and half resting.

Bai Fanlu was also taken aback by this picture, and he couldn't help looking at Qi Zhao.

The immortal seemed to be staring at the person on him, motionless, he probably drank the wine dripping from above, and there was a swallowing sound in his throat.

Bai Fanlu also thought of the taste of wine in a trance. This legendary "forgotten worry" thing is sweet in the mouth, spicy in the throat, and burning in the stomach, and it is not so delicious.

But the key is the aftertaste. The more the wine is aged, the more aftertaste it is, as if it is mixed with some calm, slightly cold, like the fragrance of spring pear blossoms.

"Qi Zhao, if you don't fight back, I'm welcome to drink it all?"

I don't know how long it took before Mo Jiuli finally stopped. Seeing Qi Zhao was still in a daze, he smiled and tried to bite the mouth of the altar again.

Qi Zhao grabbed him by the arm, "Don't drink it!"

Mo Jiuli smiled, "Why not allow?"

Qi Zhao said harshly, "I'll drink with you!"

The style at night is cold, but there is wine to drink, as if the wind is cold, it can make people warm to heat.

Qi Zhao turned his head, Mo Jiuli next to him should have fallen asleep, and Bai Fanlu heard a faint breathing sound.

Qi Zhao raised his hand, a ball of light in his palm was about to rise, and he hesitated suddenly before turning to put it away. Qi Zhao directly untied his shirt from his body and unfolded it on Mo Jiuli.

Mo Jiuli turned over towards Qi Zhao, curled up slightly, protecting his posture.

Qi Zhao just sat quietly beside him, Bai Fanlu couldn't see his expression clearly, he could only see that he was looking down at Mo Jiuli for a long time.

The surroundings were extremely quiet, but the dream did not end. Bai Fanlu was still on this grassland. After waiting for a while, he heard the sound of horses hoofs in the distance.

Following the prestige, it was a dark horse. Under the night, the horse was covered with a layer of divine light, faintly like cold fire.

Bai Fanlu suddenly felt a strange sense of familiarity.

Qi Zhao got up and walked to the horse, leaving Mo Jiuli a certain distance.

"Your Majesty, it took too long for you to be here this time, I'm afraid..."

"I know," Qi Zhao looked back at Mo Jiuli, "I will go back in ten days at most."

He patted the horse, "It is snowing behind the mountain, no matter how hard you work, keep the old gang of them still."

Snow behind the mountain?

Bai Fanlu was taken aback, how could this name be so familiar...

Where has he heard it?

"Sir, don't worry."

Bai Fanlu waited to take another look at that horse, but it had disappeared into the sky.

Qi Zhao returned to Mo Jiuli and lay down, facing Mo Jiuli's direction.

Bai Fanlu didn't know what the two people were doing now. It seemed that the dream should have preceded the spring dream, and it felt that there was only a slight ambiguity between them, not as much as that behind.

When he was wondering, he heard Qi Zhao say, "Ali, if I go, you..."

After a long while, he laughed at himself again, "What am I thinking...nothing!"

Qi Zhao suddenly sat up and cast a spell, the next moment Mo Jiuli disappeared from the grass.

Only Qi Zhao stood up slowly and stood looking in a certain direction.

"Just as you said, let's meet by chance."

Bai Fanlu's heart was heavy, and the next moment was white mist, and this dream was about to wake up again.

The author has something to say: author: tusk tusk

Yungouzhan: What are you doing?

Author: So you are such a drunken mad dog.

Yun Gouzhan: Any comments?

Author: No, as long as you are happy.

Bai Xiaolu: I am not happy.