A mouthful of tea spurted out from Su Bei's mouth, and Su Bei looked at the woman in front of him in shock.
Ao Yue's eyes were sincere, without any joking, and her expression was solemn.
"Um...hehe, Pavilion Master Ao, are you kidding me?"
Su Bei straightened his clothes and looked at Ao Yue with a wry smile.
Isn’t this forcing others to do something difficult?
"As long as you marry me, you will be the consort of the Dragon Palace, and you will naturally be qualified to enter the Dragon Pond, and you will also be able to obtain the blessings of the Dragon Pond."
"..."
Ao Yue was not surprised by Su Bei's performance, and stared at him with dark golden pupils.
Su Bei stood up gently, and then gently patted her little head. This time she did not avoid it and allowed Su Bei to caress her.
"Do you know what 'marry' means?"
Ao Yue tilted her head, the tears in the corners of her eyes had been wiped clean by Su Bei gently, and she nodded:
"Nature knows that when two people are together, they will not be separated."
"And then there's the baby."
Su Bei squatted down. From this angle, he could see her pupils clearly, and took her little hand:
"Now that you know it, you should understand that this is a very important thing."
"It's about a lifetime, so how can you say it so casually?"
"..."
Ao Yue did not answer Su Bei's question directly, her eyes changed, and she took a deep breath:
"Isn't this princess good enough for you?"
Su Bei shook his head and sighed, stood up and said softly:
"Princess's body is worth millions of dollars. If we look at it on a case-by-case basis, it seems that Su is not worthy of it..."
"Then why do you look like this? Shouldn't you be very happy?"
Seeing her expression and the somewhat confused look, Su Bei understood in his heart that she had always been pretending to be mature in front of him?
Essentially she is still a little girl.
"'Marry' is a very sacred thing. Both parties must like each other and bear the responsibility of being able to bear everything for each other. This is a very heavy but very romantic word. It is not you...
..”
"..."
Ao Yue bit her lower lip, listening to Su Bei talking endlessly in her ears, she suddenly raised her head, with tears in her eyes, and asked:
"You have said so much, but you just don't want to marry me?"
"You rejected me!?"
"..."
Su Bei was silent, speechless and silent.
Ao Yue jumped down from the stool and walked towards the pool without looking back. When she reached the water's edge, she turned back suddenly and shouted at Su Bei:
"Su Bei, I hate you!!"
The next moment, a three-clawed silver dragon appeared instantly, hovering on the pool. It had antlers and eagle claws, a snowy mane and silver scales, and its whole body was silver-white. Only its eyes were dark gold, ferocious but gorgeous and noble.
"Roar--"
"Su Bei, let's go..."
"I don't want to see you!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he sank to the bottom of the water, turned around and plunged into the dark and deep waters.
Above the water, only gurgling bubbles remained.
Su Bei looked at this scene with a wry smile and shook his head.
Have you offended her?
If there is a chance, let's talk to her again.
He got up and left the courtyard.
In the depths of a certain body of water, a ferocious dragon crouched, its big teardrops flowing, and it clutched a bead under its sharp claws.
"My father is gone...everyone bullies me..."
"Father, I miss you..."
...
A crescent moon hangs like a hook in the sky.
Yaoyan slowly opened his eyes and looked at the bright moon through the bamboo window.
The candlelight on the table was extinguished, and the flames danced uncertainly, illuminating her figure in and out. There was no one in the room. Although it was like this on weekdays, she felt an inexplicable loneliness in her heart for some reason at this moment.
There was not even a drop of wine in the wine jar at the corner of the table, but the air was still filled with a faint aroma of wine.
Yaoyan let out a long sigh.
In the past thousand years, she has met many men on the long journey of cultivating immortality. These men are all different, but most of them have different thoughts about her. Some are astonished by her, and some are infatuated with her.
.
I just laughed it all off and never took it to heart.
But finally, when she felt that kind of emotion for someone, the reality told her that it was impossible for the two of them to be together.
Whether it's for yourself, or for him and her.
She smacked the corners of her lips, as if she felt a little thirsty, and there was still alcohol in her throat.
I poured myself a cup of herbal tea, thought about it, and put a piece of candied fruit in my mouth.
After a long time, he pursed his thin lips, shook his head and sighed softly:
"It doesn't taste like this..."
"It should be softer and sweeter."
"..."
In the fantasy, the ice cream she had always longed for could not be eaten as she wished.
Creak——
There was a sound of pushing the door next to my ears.
Her eyes trembled slightly, her long eyelashes fluttered, and then she leaned on Jintan, and the corners of her mouth curved:
"Nan Jue is here?"
Ji Nanjue opened the door, looked at her in front of her, wrinkled her nose slightly, and waved:
"Smells so strongly of alcohol."
"You don't drink, don't you?"
Yao Yan looked at the hickey on Ji Nanjue's neck with a half-smile, and moved into the bed to make room for her.
Because he didn't use spiritual energy to deliberately resolve the alcohol odor, his skin was stained with an intoxicating blush, and his unusually delicate red lips had an expression that was half provocative and half cold.
Some soft white gauze flowed down bit by bit along with her undulating body. Her bare feet were dyed with a few spots of vermilion, and she was playing with the wine glass in her hand.
It still has the sparkle of snow, but now it has a more sad taste.
But there is only one thing that cannot be doubted, that face is extremely beautiful!
"Where is your man?"
Ji Nanjue's face instantly showed a hint of embarrassment, she bit her lower lip and snorted coldly:
"Who cares about his life and death? He's probably going to play with that dragon now..."
"Every day, there are some things in my mind. Except for sex, it is sex. I used to think that he was a gentleman. He just hugged him all day long. What is he called Ji Baoer..."
"There are so many people in the twenty-one states with this Zhiyang Body, why does it just happen to be on him?"
"I don't know where I found the Lotus Root of the Sun. How could anyone... go to that place..."
"..."
The corner of Yao Yan's mouth smiled softly, but there was a bit of sadness on his face, and there was deep envy in his eyes.
Isn't the expression on Ji Nanjue's face exactly what she has been expecting for a long time?
There was unabashed happiness amidst that complaint.
As Ji Nanjue spoke, she sat next to Yao Yan, her voice gradually weakened, as if she had realized something...
"Nanjue, I am really happy that I can see you like you are now."
Ji Nanjue raised her head, looked at Yao Yan, and saw a helpless smile on her face, as warm as before, and spoke to herself softly.
"It's not easy to find the body of the Supreme Yang, but you must cherish it."
"..."
Having said that, Ji Nanjue also admitted in her heart that when she found out that the person was Su Bei, she was indeed filled with excitement that she could not explain.
But I don’t know how he sees me in his heart. Is he just a friend for sex?
Or do you mean you already have feelings for yourself?
Apart from Ji Nanjue's identity, to be fair, Nan Ji only met him twice, and it was just a matter of sex at best.
"Master, we won't talk about this man tonight."
"It's too cheap for him..."
Ji Nanjue's eyes flickered for a moment, and then she took out a jar of wine from the storage ring.
"Disciple is drinking with Master."
"Tonight, we, master and disciple, will not return until we are drunk!"
"..."
Both women have a small calculation in their minds, and there are some things that don't even need to be said, as they are already clear in their minds.
There are some words that Ji Nanjue never said. People's minds will gradually change with the experience of time. No matter how unforgettable they are, they will not be able to withstand the passage of long years.
Yao Yan looked at her calmly, opened the mud seal of the wine jar, and poured a bowl of wine for her himself. Then he looked at the dark clouds in the south that were getting thicker and thicker, and murmured to himself:
"What happened to the dragon?"
"The rain is so heavy."
Ji Nanjue glanced at him, took a sip of wine, and coldly snorted:
"I don't like those dragons at all. The great flood hundreds of years ago really hurt my brain."
"In the end, if Ao Gan didn't still have some conscience and blocked the countercurrent, would I have allowed Haicheng to be so ambiguous with those dragons?"
"I don't know what kind of ecstasy soup should be given to Su Bei."
"..."
Yao Yan was obviously a little surprised, then he thought about it seriously and said:
"What benefits can the Dragon Clan give Elder Su?"
"Elder Su is a philanthropic person. Maybe he can really be persuaded by that dragon? After all, the dragon clan now has no dragon pool, but it is suppressed by the Phoenix clan..."
After he finished speaking, he seemed to be a little more weird, looking at Ji Nanjue:
"Well, speaking of which, isn't your queen somewhat related to the Phoenix clan?"
"..."
Ji Nanjue's expression became increasingly weird. Why did she always feel that things were gradually going wrong?
"He... probably doesn't like playing with dragons..."
The two looked at each other, and both saw the answer in each other's eyes.
Maybe, it’s really impossible to say?
Then, Ji Nanjue took a deep breath, gradually became serious, and said seriously:
"Ao Yue is the little princess of the Dragon Clan. Although Su Bei doesn't pay much attention to opportunities and so on, the Dragon Clan may not have had anything to attract him before. After all, this is not a simple matter, but... now
You can’t say for sure.”
"A few days ago, I was saved by Shangguan Wenwen of the Sword Sect. He passed on the following styles of the Subei Sword Code. The Immortal Slaying Sword requires a sword..."
"And he's all-pervasive...if that dragon girl acts like a spoiled brat or something."
"..."
Yaoyan's eyes narrowed, and of course he didn't understand the second half of what Ji Nanjue said about 'all-pervasive', and then he said softly:
"Xuanxuan Tian also has one... There were four swords that formed a certain sword formation back then, one for each of Beihai, Nanman, Xihuang, and Twenty-One States."
He shook his head and smiled again:
"Didn't I tell you everything? If you didn't mention him, why did you end up running into him again?"
Ji Nanjue approached her, then put his hand on her heart, feeling her heartbeat:
"Master, when did you fall in love with him?"
Yao Yan was stunned for a moment, just looking at the crystal clear wine in the cup, reflecting the bright moon.
When did you fall in love with him?
I can't tell what it feels like in my heart, but that feeling seems to be gradually spreading in my heart. It penetrates into the depths of my soul and creates ripples in my calm heart.
"There isn't a moment worth remembering, just in the little bits and pieces?"
"That man is weird? You clearly know his shortcomings, which are extremely undisguised, but you still fall deeply into them, and you care more and more about him. Without realizing it, you suddenly realize that you seem to like him already.
Fucked him?"
"..."
There was a cloud of smoke in Ji Nanjue's eyes. His encounter with Su Bei until now was indeed as Yao Yan said. There was nothing special or impressive, but there was a kind of magic that made him gradually become more familiar with him.
Open your heart and be honest with each other.
"Master, can you really not let him go?"
"After all, it is difficult for the disciple to understand what the master is thinking...but does it have to be him?"
"..."
Unknowingly, the two of them had drank most of the wine in the wine jar without using spiritual energy to dissolve it. As a result, both of them were a little dizzy and spoke much more casually.
Ji Nanjue looked at Yao Yan dimly, hugged her, put his head on her chest, and rubbed her:
"Master, in fact, Su Bei is not as good as you think."
"He's all just pretending. He doesn't have any pretense of being a normal person at all. He makes you put on those tight socks, and then... he even... deliberately rips them off.
open."
"Master, please forget about him, or find another man. Disciple will help Master find him."
"My disciple really doesn't want to see Master on the same bed..."
"..."
Yaoyan stretched out her jade finger and flicked Ji Nanjue's forehead hard, pushed away Ji Nanjue's delicate arm, and said with shame and annoyance in her eyes:
"Bah, bah, bah, what nonsense are you talking about?"
"What and what?"
"What a bed, how is this possible!?"
Seeing her swaying, her eyes became more and more blurred. Looking at the hazy moonlight, she gently touched Ji Nanjue's head. Responding to the howling wind outside the window, she felt as if she had lost her way:
"Don't worry, I won't disturb you... I will forget him."
"I have been waiting for this day for a long time..."
"Actually, even if you have never come here, nothing will happen to Su Bei as a teacher. Just forget all this, disciple, and treat it as a dream."
Listening to Yao Yan's words, Ji Nanjue understood something instantly. Looking at Yao Yan's face and his eyes that were nostalgic but already relieved, he said in shock:
"Master, are you going to survive the tribulation?"
But Yao Yan did not answer her words. With a drunken smile, he suddenly sang loudly against the breeze and bright moon:
"The world of mortals is so ridiculous, infatuation is the most boring, and it doesn't matter if you are arrogant..."
This piece of music carries everything about her and him in that illusion.
It was like a piece of music specially composed for herself in that fantasy. Now there was only one person around her, and the only audience was Ji Nanjue, but she was smiling happily.
"This life is not over, but my heart is not disturbed. I just want to be free for half a lifetime."
"The next life is unpredictable, love and hate can be wiped out, and we can drink and sing together. I just want to be happy until I grow old..."
"..."
There were already countless wine jars, and the wine had already bottomed out. Yaoyan sang this song over and over again.
The drunkenness had already entered my heart, and the songs I sang were no longer in tune.
Ji Nanjue's eyes were full of tears and she wanted to dissuade her, but who could she do?
If it weren't for her own Yin body, she would be the one worthy of being loved...
The night moon was getting deeper and deeper, Yao Yan pulled Ji Nanjue out of the room, looking at the lonely moon, her whole body was full of alcohol:
"Nanjue, do you know?"
"I have seen this moonlight for nearly a thousand years."
"Now that I think about it, thousands of years have passed, so what if there are another thousand years?"
Her steps were swaying more and more, maybe this was her last indulgence.
"Nanjue? Why don't you speak?"
Ji Nanjue's voice was gone in his ears, but Yao Yan could still feel her breath?
Somewhat strangely, the feeling of drunkenness came to her again, and she stumbled and fell into someone's arms.
It was different from Ji Nanjue's warm and soft feeling. It seemed to have a dry smell, but it was unusually warm, allowing Yao Yan's whole body to gradually blend into it.
"Why do you drink so much wine?"
It was a gentle voice, with a hint of reproach and concern.
Yao Yan was stunned for a moment and raised his head.
Under the cold moonlight, it was a familiar face with a concerned smile in his eyes.