Her voice seemed to laugh and cry, echoing in the mountains and forests.?

There was a slight sound from behind her, and she suddenly turned around and turned out alone behind the big tree.

Dahong's robe was a little dirty, her handsome face was a little decadent, and she was holding a wine pot in her hand, standing there staring at her in a daze.

Snow Yilan!

His appearance was rare and sloppy, as if he hadn't taken a shower or taken care of it for several days. His whole body seemed to be soaked from a wine jar, which was soaked in wine.

"Momo, I knew you would come today." This was the first sentence he said, and the second sentence was: "Do you want a drink?"

His eyes turned to the highest peak in the distance: "I know he doesn't like drinking, but since it's a memorial service, he naturally has to use wine to look like a person. A few cups of light tea seem unserious."

Ning Xuemo's feelings for Xue Yilan are quite complicated. He was once her closest companion, once her guard, and lived and died with her countless times.

I have hurt her, but I have also helped her. If I count it carefully, he helped her more than he did...

She looked him up and down, frowned slightly: "You haven't returned to the demon world?"

Xue Yilan was obviously drunk, but she was still quite clear: "I'm back, I looked at the flower, and the flower has already faded."

His words were too jumpy, and Ning Xuemo reacted for a moment before he understood what he was saying.

It seems that Xue Yilan had invited her to the demon world to see a flower that did not bloom according to season. She did not expect that she was still thinking about this because of Xiao Nianmo's arrival.

"Xue Yilan, you should go back to the demon world. You can't always have a group of dragons in the demon world." Otherwise, those little monsters should rebel again.

Xue Yilan stared at her: "You are not in the Demon Realm? How can you not need you?"

Ning Xuemo: "..." Xue Yilan's words were too sharp. She didn't want to say more to him, so she nodded to him: "Then let it go."

She was going to find Mother Di, but she didn't want to delay any more.

"Momo..." Xue Yilan had drunk too much and her feet were a little unstable. She was tripped by a big rock bulging under her feet, and she staggered and almost pounced on Ning Xuemo.

Ning Xuemo subconsciously took a step back, Xue Yilan had already stood firm by herself, her eyes fell on Ning Xuemo, and a trace of pain flashed in her eyes, but she smiled: "You don't have to be afraid, I won't do anything to you... I know you have never loved me..."

He sat casually on a big rock, looking at the green mountains in the distance, with a faint smile: "I can't fight for him when he is alive, and I can't fight for him even more if he dies..."

He raised the wine pot in his hand: "Come on, Shen Jiuli, I wish you a glass!" He threw the jade wine pot on the ground, smashing it, and the wine inside flowed all over the floor.

"Xue Yilan, you are drunk!" Ning Xuemo frowned slightly.

"Yes, I'm drunk... I've been drunk all the time, and I want to wake up..." Xue Yilan smiled, and he looked at the fragments all over the floor: "Are you afraid of stabbing him? I'll pick it up now." He squatted down and began to pick up the sharp jade fragments on the ground.

Ning Xuemo closed her eyes slightly. Her only feeling for Xue Yilan now was that she was sorry...

She couldn't respond to his feelings-

With a wave of her sleeve, the sharp fragments on the ground disappeared without a trace. With a flash of her finger, a faint white light enveloped Xueyi Lan.

After the white light dissipated, Xue Yilan's wine was relieved. He shuddered and subconsciously looked back. Ning Xuemo's trace was gone.

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Who is whose obsession?
Chapter completed!