Fantasy: I Mistaken The Protagonist And Villain At The Beginning

After Song Qinglian easily won the first victory, Zhao Jingjing also won the competition in the afternoon.

There are still competition arrangements after dark, but Song Qinglian's competition arrangement is gone today, at least until tomorrow.

Because the night is not good for seeing things, the cultivators are more and more rampant in "violating the rules".

Drinking and gambling for money, the house was full of dealers walking around with a betting box, which was extremely lively.

Because it is not easy to organize everyone to eat, Xuan Lingzong arranged for the disciples to push the food around, and whoever is hungry can bring it to eat.

On the Sword Discourse Platform, there are all kinds of people, old and small, tall and short, there are disciples who are eager to rush to the sky with Qinggong, and there are men and women who meet by chance and have a secret relationship.

Looking at this scene, the Xuanlingzong Sect Leader couldn't help but sigh.

"Sect Leader, repairing Immortal World is a mixed bag. It's just like this, so don't get angry." Ling Yiting took the tea on the table next to him and drank it with a smile.

Xuanlingzong Sect Leader said: "I'm not angry. I'm just a little worried that it's getting dark and the disciples competing on the high platform are in danger. 39

"Isn't there a lamp hanging next to each table? Look at the sword-discussion table and the sword-practising field over there, the light is like daytime. Only those who bet and gamble money are mixed, and they can't see it, and they can't catch it. .""

Song Hongli had been quiet for a while, and suddenly got up and nodded: "Sect Leader, I'll leave first. 35

The Xuanlingzong Sect Leader nodded and agreed.

Song Hongli got down from the high platform and stepped into the crowd calmly.

Because of his powerful aura and the robes of the Lord on his body, which symbolize noble status, many people gave up a path to Song Hongli one after another.

Song Hongli looked at Song Qinglian in the crowd of people in the distance, and walked forward with a purpose.

Walking in front of Song Qinglian, Song Hongli raised the corner of his mouth and said with a smile: "Qinglian, Master will take you to a good place.""

Today is the sixteenth day of the first lunar month, the full moon is in the sky, and the silver light is everywhere. After that, Song Qinglian knew that the master was talking about the cliff of life and death.

Song Qinglian recalled that Song Hongli once said that Haoyue on the Cliff of Life and Death was one of the impossibility of the twelve peaks of Xuantian.

The last time I came here, my mood was influenced by those affectionate disciples, and I never paid attention to the scenery here. Looking at it now, it is really rare.

Song Qinglian looked up at a round of jade plates in the night sky, and couldn't help raising her hand to touch it.

This is probably the closest place to the moon, otherwise, why does she feel that the bright moon is within reach?

"Qinglian, this way.

Song Qinglian came back to his senses and saw that the master had already found a grass and sat down. He took two wine glasses from the ring, some strange melons and fruits that Song Qinglian had never seen before.

Song Hongli patted the grass beside him and said, "Come, let's have a drink with Master."

Song Qinglian sat on her knees, poured wine for Song Hongli, and also got a glass for herself.

Song Qinglian picked up the wine glass, the translucent liquid reflected the bright moon, the aroma of the wine was strong, Song Qinglian opened her sandalwood mouth slightly, and slowly raised her head.

It only felt that the wine had a mellow taste, and the mouth was spicy. It burned all the way to the stomach, and there seemed to be a rush of gas straight to the spiritual platform, making her whole person feel a little high.

Song Hongli also drank it all in one gulp, let out a long sigh, and said, "This seven-star drunk is really different!"

"Sure enough to celebrate, it should still be in a place like this."

Song Qinglian saw that Song Hongli had a double image at this time, she shook her head gently, but felt that her head was much heavier than before, she called: "Master, Master......

The wine was too strong, and Song Qinglian, who had a poor alcohol intake, couldn't stand it. He was already drunk. Song Hongli pushed the plate of melons and fruits beside Song Qinglian and said, "Eat some, go get drunk."

Song Qinglian took a Zhu Guo and took a bite.

"Qinglian, you won the first battle. Master plans to give you a gift. Is there anything you want?"

With Song Hongli's assurance, Song Qinglian's joy in her heart was a little hard to contain, and the blush that had faded on her face reappeared.

"Does the Master agree to everything the disciple wants?"

On the other side, Song Hongli pondered: "Do your best.

Although he is very powerful, he can't get everything.

I don't know if it was because of the drunkenness or the high emotions, Song Qinglian tilted her head, her brows and eyes were curved, and she said with a charming demeanor: "The disciple wants stars.

Song Qinglian liked to act like a sweet coquette in front of Song Hongli since she was a child, and it was the same when she grew up (cffc).

Song Hongli was stunned for a long time, then got up with a smile and said, "Why not!"

This time, it was Song Qinglian who was surprised. She just said a joke casually. Even if the Cultivation Base was deep, how could she be able to pick Stars.

I saw Song Hongli closed his eyes and raised his right hand slightly, the hair beside his ears, the clothes on his body, fluttering gently, such Song Hongli Sacred majesty.

Song Qinglian watched in awe, not paying attention to the tiny golden spots appearing on the ground covered with silver light.

The light spots slowly ascended, more and more, one light spot naughty rubbed Song Qinglian's cheek, startling her, and when she came back to her senses, she was already enveloped in golden light.

Each point of light forms a golden ocean, even covering up the brilliance of the bright moon.

Song Qinglian exclaimed, "This...

"Qinglian, how do you feel?"

Song Qinglian's face was slightly embarrassed, and she said, "It's beautiful. 55

Her Master is always so incredible.

Song Hongli withdrew his hand, and the spot of light floated towards the air, gradually dissipating.

This technique was created by him when he was young and had nothing to do. It was flashy and had no great use.

Although Mu Yanwan taught him not to make progress, he still remembers this technique to this day.

After casting the spell, he sat back and started drinking.

"Okay, Qinglian, let's be serious, what do you want for a gift, what the Master can do, will definitely give it to you."

Song Qinglian was shocked by the scenery just now, and she couldn't calm down for a long time. When she heard Song Hongli's words, she put one hand on her chest, thought about it for a long time, and asked.

"Can the Master give the disciple a promise?"

Song Hongli smiled and said, "What promise?"

"Teacher is fortunate for three lifetimes to be able to receive Master's pity in Ruolin City, Master's kindness, Disciple can't repay him all his life, he only hopes to stay by Master's side every day and serve Master.

"If one day, the disciple does something wrong and makes the Master angry, the Master can beat him or punish him any way he wants, Qing Lian only asks the Master, don't chase him away!

Song Hongli opened his mouth slightly, looked at Song Qinglian blankly, the wind was blowing, his hair was flying, he half-drooped his eyes, and sighed helplessly and tenderly, "Silly child.

Song Qinglian did not change his words, Song Hongli agreed.

In the end, the two depended on each other, Song Hongli drank to the moon, and Song Qinglian leaned against him quietly.

There was no congratulations from everyone, no rare treasures, only one person celebrated her in the wild this time, but this was her most memorable moment.

The two stayed on the edge of the cliff of life and death until the middle of the night, Song Hongli did not listen to Luo Qingzhi's exhortation to let him drink less outside, and drank a whole pot of Qixing drunk.

When he was about to leave, Jiujin pushed his head up, covered his head and felt drowsy, but in the end he couldn't resist sleepiness, no matter where he was, he curled up and lay down on the grass.

"Master, Master..."

Song Qinglian shook Song Hongli's body, but couldn't wake him up, she smiled softly when she saw the satisfied smile on the corner of the sleeping man's mouth.

Song Qinglian was afraid that Song Hongli would be uncomfortable falling asleep like this, so she knelt down and carefully placed Song Hongli's head on her lap.

I saw Song Hongli groaning softly, his head moved, and he muttered vaguely: "Qinglian, if your heart is bright, how will Master protect you forever...".