I created the Longevity Club

"The last glass."

Jiang Li'er pouted a little, as if complaining that there was too little wine.

"Bang."

The wine jars collided directly with each other, making a somewhat unpleasant, empty sound.

There was too little wine.

"You keep this thing, you can't appreciate it."

Jiang Li'er staggered and walked towards the familiar hut drunkenly. He waved behind him, and said goodbye to each other after a chance meeting.

Lu Li watched the smaller back, put away the wine-stained robe in his hand, raised it to his eyes, and looked at it under the bright moon.

Borrowed with the autumn wind.

It seems not bad, but it's still summer now.

Luckily, the poem was written inside, otherwise it would be easy to catch a cold on the road.

Watching Jiang Li'er return to the familiar house, he felt a little uncomfortable.

I was too familiar with that house, and the stone in Jiang Li'er's arms that I accidentally saw just now was also familiar to me.

"Silly girl."

There was still some guilt in my heart, and some inexplicable feelings. I cleaned up the mess and set off on the way back.

Who can fully explain love?

After opening the magical power, Lu Li saw the empty space around him and jumped away from the Jiang clan with several times the acceleration.

How can he sneak around like a thief? A slight arc appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Who said it wasn't? Of course it was a thief, a thief who stole my heart.

That's it, no, that's it.

I lost the ability to accelerate and let myself run in the forest, letting the summer wind blow over me, accompanied by the chirping of birds and insects.

There are no strange beasts in this area, not even a single wild beast. I don't know why. Maybe it's because I killed a few leopards here with my extremely cruel hands? Or is it because there is a trace of the ancient human power on this stone tablet.

Maybe it's all, but I only need the result of "no existence that can disturb my peaceful sleep". I am not interested in any other reasons or processes.

The spiritual energy in the body circulated, dispersing the alcohol in the body by 70% or 80%, leaving only a little bit of "almost drunk" feeling, which was a little interesting, but it would not delay the speed of responding to emergencies.

The familiar stone tablet, this thing that looked like a relic, had new traces left on the ancient stone wall. It was the skills left by me before, something I had suspected, and I didn't dare to touch it for the time being.

My package was still there, nothing was missing, and the arrangement I set up around me also showed that no one had been here since I left.

It was pretty good, this kind of day where I could drink a little wine and indulge myself.

But this kind of aged wine is not more suitable for summer.

Lu Li put down the wine jar in his hand and let this hero who accompanied him for a while fall on a stone and shattered into pieces. His fingers fiddled with the pottery shards for a few times, as if he was missing the jade liquid that was once filled in it. There was a smell of alcohol between the broken pottery shards, a breath that made people intoxicated.

Glass cups, plum wine, and a few pieces of crushed ice clink.

The clear red color, with clean white ice floating, swaying, and the mint leaves dotted in the narrow gaps of the ice, like a reed crossing the river.

It is best to drink at dusk, raise a cup to the sun, and the color sinking into the quilt is intoxicating.

This is the midsummer.

I don’t have the energy to play and fight with these girls in swimsuits. After so much, my mentality is a little old. It is better to hold an umbrella and find an interesting book to read on the side than to play at the beach.

Maybe it’s not that the heart is old, but that the heart is tired. It can’t be lively and can’t blend into the lively atmosphere. As long as I see the people I miss from afar, they are still in their own happy circles, harmonious and lively, and I will treat them as if I am there too. After all, I can’t compare with those people with full spirit.

People always like to think about some messy things at night, some are useless, and they can see a bit of sadness in ten good things. It can’t be the fault of the moonlight.

I lay down in the temporary residence I built casually, on a bed made of stone, with a wide bamboo strip on top, and lay down leisurely, facing the moon.

I tossed and turned without sleep, regretting using my spiritual energy to dispel the smell of alcohol on my body, otherwise I could have a good dream under the influence of alcohol.

I couldn't sleep, it was because of the moon, it was too bright, so bright that I was dizzy...

Is the wine so delicious? In fact, it's not, it's not, everyone has an idea in their hearts, like the Liangshan heroes, drinking one bowl a night, it's unbearable, if you don't use some tricks, but if you use tricks, it seems very insincere and beautiful.

Is drinking to get drunk? Yes and no.

Jiang Lier should be tonight, in order to get drunk, in order to temporarily calm down the voice that keeps churning in her heart, it is better to have an upset stomach than to have an upset heart, but it is not a solution to always have an upset stomach. Even if they are witches, their bodies are not made of iron. When the body has problems, it is often the five internal organs that are in trouble, and then it manifests itself in the external appearance.

What about me tonight? I can't tell, the answer may be yes, but I just don't want to admit it.

What is bothering me? This is the only small thing, Jiang Lier.

It's not that my lifelong event is a small matter, but compared with other things, it is not that big, things always have to be prioritized.

Just like the annoying moonlight in front of me, it is also divided into layers under the layers of the woods.

Xiaoke's choice can also be said to be her own choice.

Although she accepted the divine fire of the three-legged golden crow and reshaped her true spirit, she has become a person without an actual "body" and walks in reality with a conceptual "body", which is probably an external appearance, but she may not have figured it out yet. Although the hand of "borrowing a body to revive the soul" failed, 0.5, she achieved the desired result by accident.

Although she still has a little bit of reluctance now, she is afraid that every step she takes is a calculation of her predecessor for this "failure".

What choice is to go back to be a demon and walk the journey of the heart, or choose to continue to follow me.

The choice is very important, but I will not give her too much time - I also have a choice that I have to choose.

Unfortunately, the "quantity" is small, and the general trend is also a last resort.

Xiaoke's line should be able to lead to a powerful person in the demon clan, but can the indecisive Xiaoke really be trusted. .