Yuanshen, as a mortal, I cannot accompany you to the end

Ying looks like a kitten when she is angry, her cheeks are puffed up, her golden eyes are also like a cat, she puts her waist down, staring at herself coldly, she looks more like a cute kitten.

"The apology is not sincere." - Ying repeated this sentence, and this sentence was also like a kitten, like a kitten acting coquettishly.

He was still drunk from the Qingnuo rock wine, and inexplicably thought of more inexplicable things, how to coax the kitten when he was angry... He stood up drowsily.

"No matter what you do, I won't...Huh?"

Ying was startled, her pupils dilated in surprise.

Qing Nuoyan gently hugged her, stretched out his hand, and gently touched her head.

He was indeed in a daze.

The young man's body is light and moist, with a faint jade fragrance. The distance between them is very close. Qingnuoyan's delicate and fair side face is about to touch Ying's cheek. As long as Ying turns sideways slightly, they will touch each other. .

"Sorry..."

Qingnuoyan said as if he was biting his ear, the moist and warm air hit Ying's neck, it was itchy and warm - he said drunkenly:

"I won't be like this in the future."

Visible to the naked eye, a blush quickly appeared on the fair-skinned neck, and the blush-like color smudged, coating the skin with a luster like a burning cloud. Those blush still tended to spread, towards the girl's cheeks, ear pinnae Also slightly reddish.

"You..." Ying's awe-inspiring and cold aura was defeated in an instant, throwing away her armor and armor, she said as if she was furious: "You you you you...you you, what are you doing!"

Fried cat.

"Dao...Apologize." Qing Nuoyan whispered in her ear. "I'm apologizing."

"You, you... let me go first!" She struggled in a panic, "Don't be drunk here..."

This guy was obviously drunk, but Ying couldn't break free.

"Forgive me first." If you are drunk, your IQ will drop, and Qing Nuoyan will drop more sharply, "If you don't get angry... I will let go."

"I just...don't forgive you."

Ying only felt a little hot, and steam seemed to be coming out from the top of her head, and the ice in her golden eyes had already melted away, but if she just let this guy go like this, wouldn't she be embarrassed... In the future, this guy Got it?

"Go away, go continue drinking with your dog meat friend, don't talk to me...you go away." Ying said angrily.

"If you're not angry, I'll let go."

"I'm not mad! Who'd be mad at a drunk?"

"You're just...angry. You're talking...contradictory again. If you weren't angry, you wouldn't say the apology was insincere..."

this drunk wine

The logic of ghosts is clearer than that of angry girls.

Qing Nuoyan stared at her seriously. When he was drunk, he talked a lot, and his thinking was very jumpy:

"Ying... don't be angry, I won't drink in the morning, I will listen to you when I go home for dinner every evening, don't be angry. Your red bean soup is delicious, by the way, you know the red bean Is there an allusion, I have heard a poem..."

"Linglong dice... An Hongdou, what's the last sentence..." He hugged Ying's slender body, and whispered in the latter's ear: "Yes, it seems to be, do you know... Hey, I still remember."

Linglong dice puts red beans on the bones and knows nothing.

shameless...

shameless.

Ying bit her lip, and said secretly in her heart, she said these things because she was drunk, what a rambunctious bastard!

Thousands of years ago, he was also so rambunctious, because he was going to die, he asked himself to travel; he was also a rambunctious ghost in Monde, and he could not keep his promise because he died;

He's still a rascal until now, relying on himself to be drunk...so, just say something embarrassing!

You are such a rascal, you still...

How can you be angry?

"You..." Ying bit her lip, her voice was very low, she lowered her head, and said softly, "You let me go."

"Not angry anymore?" Qing Nuoyan asked her.

"Still a little angry."

"How small is a point?"

"Linglong dice are so small."

"Are red beans that small?"

"Same as red beans."

Ying finally pushed Nuo Yan away, she patted her cheek, exhaled slowly, and smiled helplessly.

She raised her head and stared at Qing Nuoyan, and said softly: "It's the same as red beans...just like red beans."

"Just don't be angry..."

Qing Nuoyan grunted, his head was heavy, as if he had heard a satisfactory answer, the boy fell on the bed, hugged the pillow, and fell asleep again in a daze.

"That's great..." In the dream, he smacked his mouth like he was talking in sleep.

The cold moonlight poured down on the young man like water through the window sills. His light-colored long hair covered the bed, and there was a slight smile on the corner of his sleeping mouth.

Ying stared at the sleeping boy helplessly, and sighed as if admitting defeat.

You idiot, you'll catch a cold.

She lightly covered Qing Nuo Yan with the quilt, and tucked the corners of her armpits tightly. After doing this, Miss Ying sat on the edge of the bed, resting her chin, her eyes lost in thought.

Outside the window, it seems to be raining.

The so-called drizzle should be like this bit by bit. This hotel is next to the mountain forest, the night wind blows past, the maple leaves rustle, and the pine waves and frogs all over the mountain can be heard, buzzing and rustling. It's like a layer of fog is separating the eardrum.

The sound of nature can also help sleep. If you sleep with the sound of rain on your pillow, the content of the dream must be particularly interesting.

Miss Ying stared at the sleeping boy, showing a smile of "I really can't help you".

half an hour.

Although it's raining, let's continue tonight.

She patted her body, stood up, pushed open the door and went back to her bedroom, stood on the desk quietly, and picked up the sword.

God cut into the hand, warm and smooth, the lines on the sword body vibrated slightly, making the sound of wind.

Ying's movements were very light, and Paimeng and Xiao Qiqi next to him were sleeping crookedly hugging each other, Ying didn't wake them up.

She took the sword, put on the hood again, pushed the door out of the hotel, and walked along the path to the secluded back mountain.

The drizzle is full of flowers, the sky is white, the night is windy, and the flowers and leaves are rustling.

Miss Ying adjusted her breathing, exhaled slowly, and naturally mobilized the wind element force in her body, pulling out Shenqie.

She is practicing sword.

Ying used to be a very lazy and slack girl who liked to travel and eat, and hated exercising... But now she is practicing every day.

The old zongzi took the little zongzi to do radio gymnastics during the day, and Ying started to practice sword quietly at night.

From dusk to night, to the dawn of the sky.

I need to move on.

Need to change.

Time does not wait for her.

After the death of Qingye Fengyin, or after remembering what happened thousands of years ago, she deeply understood this truth.

Weak people can't do anything, can't win anything...

This world is like this, you are weak, you can only wait at home like a fool, abandoned like a fool, hope like a fool hope that he will come back, watch like a fool he dies.

No.

Do not want.

Ying didn't want to be a fool anymore.

I don't want to be a fool that anyone can fool.

In order to achieve what she wants to do, and to hold on to what she wants to hold on to, she needs to move forward.

Ying has a lot to do and must move on.

Must go!

Shenqie uttered a soft wind chant, guiding Ying's elemental power to pass through every drop of rain, and the flowers rustled with the sword. Ying listened to Shenqie's voice, and the wind chant seemed to be telling.

How did Rustan cut off the heavy rain, and how did Qingye Fengyin cut off that heavy rain...?

West Wind Swordsmanship.

Her mind followed the divine trajectory, and in Kong Ming's heart, drop after drop of rain was cut off and splashed into pieces.

not enough.

It's still far from reaching those levels.

Ying knew that she was far from enough.

The rain and sweat mixed together, wet Ying's hair, and dripped down the brim of the hood,

She clearly told Qing Nuoyan not to get in the rain, but she didn't take the lead herself.

I don’t know how long I’ve been practicing, but I only know that the east is already plain white, the light rain slowly stops, the morning glow gradually blurs the sky, Ying exhales, and supports her body exhaustedly, the sky clears after the rain, and the warm glow reflects on the girl’s delicate profile superior.

Looking at the wash-like sky, Ying showed a smile, and that smile was also like the morning glow.

It's almost dawn.

After going back to take a shower and catch another hour of sleep, it's time to ask those two rice dumplings to practice the magical skill of 'Colorful Sunshine'.

I don't know if the old rice dumpling is sober.

To be able to say that kind of thing calmly with a nonchalant face must have been said a lot before.

Thinking of what happened last night, Ying's ears turned red again, that rascal!

Ying didn't know why she was ashamed, that guy was so heartless, he must have forgotten everything while taking advantage of the alcohol.

Just thinking about it alone.

Wouldn't the old zongzi make a joke of himself like this?

Not worth it!

-

"what..."

Who is speaking ill of me.

Qing Nuoyan opened his eyes, straightened up, and stretched a lot.

Ah...I feel like my head is going to pieces.

He rubbed his temples, and suddenly paused, as if he suddenly thought of something.

"Hey, hello...hey, hello..." Qing Nuoyan's lips trembled, and he patted himself on the head violently, "What was my mouth talking about last night!"

Miss Ying was actually wrong, and Qing Nuoyan was not very calm.

The boy put the quilt on his head, like an ostrich, and his ears were slightly red.

In short, it is regret.

I will never drink again.Absolutely no alcohol!

Qing Nuoyan has a new understanding of drinking.

Getting drunk is horrible.

After a while, Qing Nuoyan finally calmed down, he let out a breath, got dressed and got out of bed.

Be calm, don't show strange looks, isn't it just a hug... It's normal, it's a big deal.Everyone is an adult.

If you are the only one who cares about it, wouldn't you be laughed at?