Splash Monkey, I will accompany you against the heavens!

"Haha... this sword is only for kissing the master," Helian Changyu suddenly laughed and smoothed things over, telling Feng Yangye to put away the magic weapon, Feng Yangye lost a few smiling faces, his drunkenness could no longer be concealed .

Ming Yanxiu looked at him, and put down the drink that had been put on his lips for a long time, "Is Yang Ye Shangxian drunk?"

"Are you drunk? Am I drunk?" Feng Yangye showed a little confusion, and his blushing cheeks and wet eyes softened the peeping people instantly, with softness in his eyes.

When the few people in the room looked at him, they couldn't help but pause for a moment. I have to say that this banished fairy looks like a drunk, which is a bit of a disaster. If this is just an ordinary Xiaoxiu with a low level of cultivation, I don't know. How many people rushed to catch him back and use it as a furnace to ravage - ravage and grind.

He Lian Changyu looked at him, but his eyes were dull. Rumors that Feng Yangye was so psychic as a monster seemed to be just rumors. He didn't even have the ability to block wine, but he was still a little tough.From the bottom of my heart, I feel that this person is no better than him, but his face is still kind and kind: "If Shangxian is drunk, why don't you stay in my Lianshan sect to rest, Changyu will naturally prepare the courtyard so that no one will disturb Shangxian. "

Feng Yangye frowned when he heard the words, and will find a trace of clarity: "Helian's head, don't bother, Yangye is a little drunk, so let's not bother, ten..." He subconsciously called out a familiar name to let him He came over to help himself, but then remembered that he didn't seem to bring anyone with him, so he closed his mouth resentfully.

Shui Wufeng watched him hesitate to speak and almost pronounced his own name, but when he found out that he was not around, he showed resentment. Feeling that their sage king was drunk by someone, and it was full of joy to be able to smile so softly and tenderly.

"Why don't you let Yan Xiu send Shangxian back," Ming Yanxiu suddenly suggested seeing that Feng Yangye was about to get up and leave.

Shui Wufeng, who was sitting on the beam watching everything, saw that the few people below had fulfilled Ming Yanxiu's wish in two or three sentences of conversation, and without making any expression, his figure suddenly disappeared into the dark place.

In the corridor along the mountain, Feng Yangye and Ming Yanxiu followed a disciple of the Lianshan Sect who led the way, and walked towards the gate of Dikuilianshan Zongfu. Ming Yanxiu looked at the building built by Dikuilianshan in the mountain. The magnificent buildings, and the brilliant lights under the night, undisguisedly sighed, "I am afraid that the magnificence of the Lianshan Sect at night will not be second in the world."

The disciple who led the way smiled, agreed, and praised Tianshuizong by the way, obviously he is not a dull person.

Feng Yangye didn't pay attention to what the two were talking about at all, he felt that his feet felt as if he had stepped on cotton, and his steps were swaying, the scene in front of him was also erratic, his thoughts were a little messy, he just wanted to go back quickly Sleep in an inn.

"Master Yangye, be careful," Ming Yanxiu watched his steps become more and more vain, and stretched out his hand to support him. In the night, he glanced at Xianxiu's bewildered and drunken face. He didn't know what he was thinking, and a glimmer of darkness flashed in his eyes. mango.

"Two celestial beings, the exit has arrived, and the disciples are not allowed to send them far away. I have neglected you," the people of Lianshan Sect raised their hands and opened the barrier to protect the mountain, revealing the open gate.

Ming Yanxiu responded with a smile, Fengyang Yeqiang cheered up and smiled, his stomach was so hot that he couldn't speak, and finally let the people next to him pull him away.

Not long after walking out of Dikuilian Mountain, Ming Yanxiu helped Feng Yangye and asked, "Will the Immortal control the sword himself or let me carry it?"

"Huh?" Feng Yangye was in a daze for a moment, but he didn't hear anything clearly. Ming Yanxiu raised his hand to sacrifice his magic weapon, held Feng Yangye's hand tightly and sent him to the long sword. The voice suddenly interrupted his movements: "Don't bother Hall Master Ming with these matters, I'll just pick up Master."

Ming Yanxiu looked up and saw an unusually tall and strong young man in white clothes standing ten meters away, the surprise in his eyes did not hide it, just now he didn't realize that someone was so close, but suddenly, the young man's body stagnated The breath came out, nothing unusual at all, he didn't drink less at the banquet just now, so he guessed that he was paranoid.

This young man looked familiar, as if he had seen him outside the shadow-changing formation. Before he could ask about his identity, the person leaning on him suddenly rushed over, and he fell into the young man's arms, "Twelve... you Here..."

"I'm here, I'm here to pick up Master," Shui Wufeng restrained himself and just hugged Feng Yangye to keep him from slipping down, not daring to hug him too tightly to make people uncomfortable.

Ming Yanxiu looked at the master and apprentice peacefully, "Do you need me to escort Yangye Shangxian back to the inn you reserved? The Conquest Conference is approaching, and it is not safe for there to be demon cultivators around here."

There may be demons haunting nearby?Shui Wufeng sneered in his heart, this sentence... is very interesting.

"Master Ming, don't worry, the inn we are staying in is not far from here, I will take Master back as soon as possible, the night is heavy, you should go back and rest as soon as possible," Shui Wufeng felt Feng Yangye hugging himself as he spoke. He hugged him tighter, a pair of long arms wrapped around his neck as if he wanted to hang himself on it.

Ming Yanxiu wanted to say something else, he raised his eyes and met the young man's eyes that reflected the light in the night, suddenly felt a chill down his spine, but when he focused his eyes, he found that although the man's face was fierce, there was no delusion at all. There was no murderous intent in the seemingly terrifying aura, it seemed that Dikuilianshan really shouldn't drink too much wine next time.

The outsider walked away, Feng Yangye probably felt it too, just now he just hugged him tightly, but now he rubs against him even more, "Twelve...I miss you..." I miss you so much, I can't see you Then feel uneasy.Not long after the banquet started, he felt uneasy, but he couldn't find the reason for the uneasiness until he saw this person before he suddenly felt relieved. His drowsy mind gave all his reactions to instinct, and rushed to stick to this person. Body... probably because Zongli was too used to having this person by his side, he made an excuse for himself when he was drunk, and didn't realize that it was a deeper subconscious that was at work.

Shui Wufeng just smiled, wrapped his arms around the legs and hugged Xianxiu, Feng Yangye showed a smiling face, held the young man's face and kissed him on the cheek, "Twelve is so good, you still run alone Come pick me up..."

His face with clear lines leaned down, and he sniffed lightly between Feng Yangye's hair, but he didn't kiss after all, he turned around, and within a few steps, he melted into the night, as if he disappeared, and when he reappeared, he was already Arrived at Feng Yangye's room.

"Huh? Why did we come back so soon?" Feng Yangye looked around in a daze, stretched out his hand and shook it in the air, how could it be possible?Even the masters in the late stage of Xuanjing can't use magic tools to cross several miles in the blink of an eye?He was still near the mountain road outside Dikuilian Mountain just now, why did he come back all of a sudden?

Shui Wufeng put him on the bed with a smile, "You drank too much...Master."

"I just drank two jugs of wine..." Feng Yangye touched the bed, watched his twelve help him remove the hair crown and cover the quilt, then seemed to get up, he hurriedly grabbed the other's hand, "Twelve, don't go..."