Life Going Wild With Plug-ins

The next morning, the sky was bright, and the supper was still confused, and was pulled out of the quilt by Qiqi: "Ah, you lazy! You are still sleeping!"

The supper was helpless: "I didn't sleep, this is paralysis."

Looking at him slumped, he worried, "Ah? Are you sick?"

"That's not ..." Supper pulled the quilt and retracted, rubbing his sore waist and buttocks and sighing. "This is an adult thing, don't ask more."

Seventy-seven: "??? What? You stabbed me again with this shattered excuse!" Seventy-seven took a sip, lifted the quilt and forced him out of the pillow, "Ah, no matter how late! Yetan brother all of them It ’s been a long time! Hurry up! Lazy guy! "

Supper tried to maintain the quilt without fruit, and was dragged from the bed by tears without tears, feeling resentful in her heart. Since Qiqi studied with Yetan for a while, her strength has grown stronger and stronger, and she has become weaker and weaker. She will be hung up and hit by this momentum soon ...

Yexiao hummed, "Where the **** ... what the **** ..."

Seventy-seven hit a handkerchief with water and wiped his face violently with a violent rubbing on his face: "You see the moon! Today is the Qiusi House by the Baishu Lake. I specifically notified you yesterday!"

Supper: "It's poisonous. It's a great day to watch Hammer Moon in the day? Can't I watch it at home when I wake up?"

"What you said makes sense, but I don't really understand it." Nodded seven or seven, but still insisted, "It was just arranged by Brother Luo Shu, saying that the scholars are so rewarding."

It seems that I can't hide it today, supper leaning on the waist and walking out the door, muttering: "You literati are really troublesome ..."

Seeing the supper out of the house, Ye Lang didn't ask, and obediently followed.

Qiqi looked at Cheng Li's supper jumping and jumping, now looking like a weak Liu Fufeng, worried: "This monkey didn't jump the window today, it seems really sick."

Suddenly, Ye Lan rushed to the top of the car to blow hair, hiding in the compartment and reassuring himself. After a turbulent day, he arrived at Baishu Lake in the afternoon. Here the vision is wide, Qiusilou stands up, and there are few stars, which is a famous scenic spot in the distance.

The floor is set on the top floor, surrounded by smoke, like a cloud. Ye Tan and his party arrived very early. By this time, the food was mostly cold, and they were ordered to retreat.

Supper looked at Gourmet Zhenyan completely, and complained against the empty stomach: "Hey, I haven't eaten all day ... Is there anything I can do?"

"Only the plum wine brought by the younger master said it was brewed by himself." Jun Xuanheng slumped in Yetan's arms as he always did, turning over Shunlai's words, "In fact, he has sent it many times, and has been pressed in the cellar, I have n’t opened it yet, so I ’ll bring you a taste today. ”

Supper softly paralyzed on the table, knocking on the table and said, "I have no choice but to starve, come on."

The accompanying maidservants responded with a blessing, set up porcelain bowls to pat open the clay, and filled them one by one.

Jun Xuanheng took a deep breath in holding the porcelain bowl, both fruity and sweet, and mellow. He asked, "Atan want to try? I don't seem to have seen you drink."

Ye Tan cried out: "The rules of the shadow guard, not dripping with wine."

Jun Xuanheng asked: "Are you afraid of getting drunk?"

Ye Tan nodded: "Yes. But if you really want to drink, there is a drug training against torture at night. You can use internal interest to temporarily press and keep your mind clear."

Jun Xuanheng curiously said, "What if the internal force is not available?"

"Suicide." Ye Tan's tone was flat. "The shadow guard's life is low, not as important as intelligence."

Junxuan shuddered.

Then he said dryly: "This, this rule is not good, you can change it ..."

Ye Tan commanded meekly: "Yes."

Jun Xuan took a few sips, and the entrance was sweet and soft, not stimulating, and then he said, "It's kind of sweet, do you want a bite? It's okay today, the guards are all waiting downstairs." See Yetan still Hesitating, seemingly inexplicable, suddenly asked, "Atan, don't you like wine?"

"It does have ... not very good memories," Ye Tan said.

"... Ah," Jun Xuanheng thought about it, remembered it, and asked carefully, "Is it the banquet on the day Qin Qigong died?"

Ye Tan nodded.

It was the only time in his life that he had drunk alcohol, and it was all about arrogance and death. There was really no good impression.

Jun Xuanheng immediately understood that there was a flood of distress in his chest. He turned around and hugged him and rubbed the top of his head. He coaxed the children to calm him and said, "Ah, if you don't like it, don't drink."

He had just drank, his eyes were fascinated with flushing, and wine remained between his lips and teeth.

Ye Tan suddenly moved his heart and wanted to taste how sweet this mellow beer is.

During the period when the two of them were tired, the supper also slumped back to the seat with two bowls, and unconsciously pushed a bowl to Yelang with his elbows. Supper had previously secretly drank Ah Heng's burnt spring and flower carvings. His nose was spicy and masochistic. At this moment I carefully smelled it, and felt that the plum wine seemed to be much milder. I took a sip of tentative sip, and said, "Clean! It's hard to drink!" thing……"

Scolding and turning back, he saw that Yelan's bowl had completely bottomed out.

Supper said silently: "... you finished drinking all of you?"

Ye Lan was at a loss: "Did you not let me drink?"

"Don't find it unpleasant? I don't see how much you actually drink." The supper babbled and exclaimed, "It would be waste if I smash it, and I'll give you this bowl."

Yelang obediently took the bowl he handed over and filled it with a bowl as usual.

Supper said: "Why drink so fast, wouldn't it be uncomfortable ..."

Ye Lan said, "Uncomfortable."

Supper intimately said: "Uh, if you feel dizzy, don't force yourself, tell me I'll send you first-"

Without talking about the supper, she saw Ye Lang crooked from her chair and slammed her face down on the floor.

Supper: "..."

Hearing the movement, Jun Xuanheng saw that Yelang had fallen to the ground, and said, "I'm so drunk so fast? You bully Yelang again!"

Yexiao Baikou could not argue: "Unjustly, I don't know he is so vulnerable."

Junxuan Heng busyly said, "Hurry back to him and rest, the wind is strong here, watch out for the cold."

Supper wailed, "I can't move myself without a hammer ..."

Upon hearing this, Jun Xuanheng was very worried: "Are you uncomfortable? Doctor Lu is not here today, so let Atan show you."

Supper supported her broken hips and waist limbs, and trembled, "Don't watch, when I didn't say, I'm fine everywhere. I'll send it to me ..."

Ye Lan regained consciousness in the rolling bumps.

He felt a pain in his head, his vision was not very clear, and he had a bit of vomiting in his lungs. Humbling for a long time, he gradually found that he was being carried on his shoulders, walking slowly in the corridor.

On both sides are wide lakes, sparkling, with the afterglow of the setting sun. The mountains are surrounded by a thin sunset, and the twilight is approaching, and the forest is gradually dyed. The mountains and rivers are connected, and the horizon is a line.

Ye Lan felt that he must be dreaming, because his vitality was only high walls and chains, he had never seen such a magnificent scene.

The person carrying him has a feeling of nostalgia and familiarity.

He blurted out the name that he was thinking about almost unconsciously: "Gueying ..."

"Ouch, ancestor, you are awake." Supper finally hoped for understanding, and stopped and turned back to him, "Come down and go for yourself, spare my life."

Ye Lan saw his face for a moment.

After returning to God, he broke away from his arm and fled away as if getting an electric shock.

Yexiao was wondering what nerves he had, and he heard Yelan pointing at him in amazement: "Gui, Guigui ????"

The supper responded smoothly: "Hey, why?"

Ye Lan looked back in horror, without seeing the others, and hurriedly asked, "You, are you talking to me?"

Supper: "Otherwise, can you talk to the ghost?"

Ye Lan's face had been steamed red by the wine, and the crimson color seemed to be a little heavy again.

"What's wrong with you, let's go now." Supper was holding the red lacquer pillar with one hand and his waist.

"Go back? Where are you? You ..." Ye Lan's tone was so careful, she almost cried out, "Do you know me?"

"Wow, are you stupid or me stupid? Only you do n’t know anyone else's share, no one knows your share." Supper slurped his lips scornfully, impatiently talking to him, urging, Nocturnal. "

Ye Lan's expression froze, and he stayed for a moment, and asked, "Who is Ye Lan ...?"