Yexiu's eyes fell on the rugged rocks in the distance. The layers of black images below the mountain were countless pairs of wings, and under the wings were countless unrecognizable days and nights.
"Forget it, now I'm in red..." Her words were vaguely kneaded into a ball, and she continued to drink even though she knew she was drunk. Perhaps it was because the alcohol was mixed with poison, and the momentum was even more surging. Jing Che felt that his strength was disappearing, and his body tilted shakingly, and his head hit Ye Xiu's arms.
The red skirt spreads out like a blooming cereal, but it has a beauty that cannot be seen by others. The black clouds outside the barrier of the sky seem to be shaking in the wind, and such a dark night is so lonely that it is a little depressing.
Yexiu held her head, and saw the statue of the god standing behind her. He heard the woman in his arms chanting indifferently: "In such a long time, is there a period of time that is short and insignificant, but it makes you feel that the past time was wasted, and the future days were torment..."
Countless memory fragments flashed through his mind, and at the end he just said lightly: "No."
"I've had... but all of them will die with me." Jing Che smiled foolishly while holding the wine gourd, and the laughter broke into pieces in the night sky. As soon as he closed his eyes, the man looked slanted and smiling with an inappropriate look.
"You won't die because God is helping you," Ye Xiu's cold face showed a little drunk, and his tone was still calm and calm, "How can I."
Jing Che suddenly grabbed Yexiu's hand: "You are not allowed to help me."
She straightened up, stared at him with drunken eyes, and took advantage of the last few moments to wake up and said, "Remember me clearly. In a thousand years, don't meet me, don't help me, don't fall in love with me, I'm a plague god... Don't be dragged down by me again."
He was stunned and lowered his eyes to see the silver mask on his red face slowly fading away, and a thin and beautiful face suddenly bumped into his eyes.
In the thousand years he has lived, he has seen all kinds of women, and there are many pear blossoms and rain. This face is not uncommon. In this stunning glance, he only remembered these eyes, these very god-like and thrilling eyes - the peach blossom eyes slightly raised the corners of their eyes with faint tears, and a tear mole chasing on the almost transparent white face looked pitiful.
Her pupils were filled with drunkenness, like an isolated island filled with fog. Ye Xiu felt that he was like an ocean surrounded by an isolated island. He tried to hug her, but felt that disturbing was a mistake. He could only surround the isolated island and quietly guard her.
At this moment, Ye Xiu didn't know that he had lived for a long time and had been entangled by fate. For the sake of this bondage, he lost the memory of the past two thousand years, and spanned thousands of years to become a brand new person, becoming the senior brother of this girl, but he could only be the guardian ocean for the rest of his life.
"You're drunk." Yexiu picked her up and stood up from the long bluestone steps in front of the temple.
Jing Che smiled softly, then closed his eyes heavily. Ye Xiu reached out to explore her breath, and the breath disappeared again. The blue light coming out of the temple still enveloped her, and it became more and more vigorous from almost transparent and invisible.
It was a kind of induction, and there was nothing wrong. Ye Xiu thought of what Jing Che said just now, and the blood on her body inherited from the god. His suspicious eyes unconsciously looked at the statue of the god at the end of the steps, but denied this idea in his heart. There is not only this god in the world, but he will always protect this divine power from invasion, and will not be inherited by mortals.
Perhaps this blue light injected strength into Jingche's body. After a moment when she was completely gone, she suddenly woke up again, with her face still drunk, half-loving beautiful eyes smiling in a daze, struggling to jump out of Yexiu's arms: "I suddenly remembered that it was almost dawn, and I wanted to return his wine gourd."
She stood up straight, muttering to herself, walking towards Baili Fengjian's hut: "I'll be able to feel at ease when I come back later..."
The dawn light from outside the sky was slightly dewed, and from a distance it looked like a touch of white silk floating in the sky. Yexiu followed her, watching her staggeringly walking hard, and finally separated a distance quietly and watched her enter the room of Baili Fengjian.
Jingche looked at everything in a daze through her drunken eyes, her mind was a little clear and uncontrollable. When she entered the room, she still remembered to hide all the sounds and colors.
The gourd is usually hung on his left waist...Which side is the left?
Jing Che lifted his quilt and was frightened. His eyes moved upwards to show his calm and tired sleeping face, a little unkempt. She half-kneeled beside the bed and blinked. There seemed to be two masters in front of her, which one was real?
She stretched out her hand, touching his new stubble, fleece and green between her fingers, and rubbed it repeatedly, her fingertips softly across his face, remembering that he had once bulged her mouth, and her eyes left with disdain, "It's probably the same if it's a little bit."
He will always be so self-righteous.
She pinched his mouth with two fingers as if she was revenge, and was forced to bulge it. This was funny, and she grinned and laughed silently. Baili Fengjian seemed to be about to wake up, and his eyelids moved slightly.
Jing Che was already drunk and forgot that he could escape, and forgot that he had not retracted his mask. He just searched around in a panic, hurriedly took his belt and tied it into his eyes, and tied it tightly.
This time, Baili Fengma woke up completely. Before he opened his eyes, his first action was to grab her hand, and there was murderous aura hidden in his low voice: "Who?"
At this moment, day and night have not changed, and Baili Fengjian has no spiritual power. Jing Che gently broke away from his hand, put it in his ear and smiled vaguely, then pinched his nose, bit the gourd plug with his mouth, and poured the wine inside into his mouth. She smiled cunningly, as if she had succeeded in a girl's prank. You must know that this kind of thing was only dared to think about it before, and it was impossible to put it into reality. Now that she is going to die, she should just indulge it.
If she was sober, she might have been hesitating to die with Baili Fengjian at this moment. She was drunk and unclear at this moment, and her subconscious revenge on him stopped in this prank. It was probably a balance between love and hate, and she would not recognize each other but would not let him die.
Baili Fengjian choked on the sudden wine and almost didn't spew it out. He wanted to open his eyes but found that his eyes were blocked by a cloth strip. He reached out to pick it up, but the man bullied himself and pressed his hand with his warm body.
Su's chest was holding his arm without any bias, rubbing slightly through a thin layer of clothing. The sudden warmth and softness that hit the arms mixed with a slightly drunken smell made Baili Fengjian tremble unconsciously.
Her hands seemed to have left his nose at this time and stopped pouring wine into his mouth. Then there was a rustling sound of clothes, and the soft hands rubbed back and forth between the two of them against each other. Finally, she twitched a long time, and she actually untied her own belt.