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Liu Nianbai woke up in a daze after drinking for an hour.

His hand touched the pottery bowl that had rolled over beside him, and after touching it, there was more than one.Bowls collided, clanged, and messed up everywhere.

As the wind blew past, Liu Nianbai felt his chest brighten, and when he looked up, he saw that he was only wearing a robe around his waist, which was not his.

Yu Wenli's clothes were messy, and he was lying on the side of Liu Nianbai's hand, with his feet still straddling his lap.

Liu Nianbai was not good at drinking, he had a splitting headache after drinking a bowl of rice wine, he held his head with disheveled hair, and stretched out his hands to touch it, only to feel two sticky spots on his chest, as if a transparent liquid was attached to it.Not only on the chest, but also on the belly button and waist. I don’t know what it is.

He put Yu Wenli's legs aside, propped himself up, and wanted to see the situation.When I moved, I felt that something was wrong with my lower body.

The rubbing of the words against the cloth made him feel something unusual.Liu Nianbai's face turned pale, and a bad guess immediately popped up in his heart.

No way?No way?

Liu Nianbai's lips trembled, and he lifted off the robe covering his waist.

His little guy underneath was lying obediently, but the dirt on his lower abdomen and the heels of his legs clearly showed what happened to him just now.Moving his waist, his face became even uglier.

"Adult, do you want to clean up?"

A servant girl stood on the lower floor and asked in a voice that only the people on top could hear.

Liu Nianbai was startled, hurriedly put away his clothes, rushed downstairs and said: "Your young master has drunk too much wine, just wait a while."

The servant girl was also obedient, replied "yes" in a low voice, and went down.

When there was no movement downstairs, Liu Nianbai got dressed again, and he wiped off the stains on his body with a coarse cloth towel, barely feeling so uncomfortable.

Yu Wenli was so drunk that he didn't know when he drank the wine around him.Liu Nianbai was angry and annoyed, as well as strongly disappointed, he didn't want to look at him again, got dressed in a hurry and ran downstairs.

It never occurred to him that he would be semi-forced to do such a thing.There used to be a nobleman who wanted to spend a lot of money to invite him into the back house, but he threw the bowl and chopsticks and walked away.In the south, many good-looking men expressed similar wishes to him, but he rejected them all.

But, is Yu Wenli also one of them?

Or was it just because of drinking too much that Yu Wenli regarded him as a woman who was once Yanhao?

In this era, it is not uncommon for friends to mess around after drinking heavily. Many people even just laugh it off and don't care much.But Liu Nianbai really didn't know what expression to use to face Yu Wenli.

What he could feel was wrong, but when he thought about it carefully, it was actually a bit ambiguous.It's just that as friends, sometimes there is a bit of ambiguity, but no one wants to expose it alive.

That's all, just treat it as drunken sex, and misunderstand it.

Liu Nianbai went back to the house and cleaned himself up, changed his clothes, took the luggage packed yesterday, said goodbye to several stewards, and stumbled out of the Proton Mansion.When going out, he tripped and almost fell to the ground.

It's ridiculous. When I came, my clothes were shabby but frank, and when I went, my clothes were tidy, but my soul was lost.Comparing these two, it looks like a funny story about a child who stumbles and sells his ass.

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Another dream.

After being so eccentric, Yu Wenli dreamed of waking up one morning after embracing his lover and falling asleep.

He was still lying in his arms, breathing evenly.Yu Wenli was no longer curious about his appearance, but just buried his head in the other's hair, smelling him carefully and carefully.

The lover woke up at some point, laughing in his arms.

Yu Wenli seemed to feel a little guilty in his heart, and opened his mouth to say something to him, as if he was apologizing.

After a while, the lover said slowly that he was not to blame.

"That's who you are and you do this. I can't blame you. I can only respect you. I'm not going to change you, at least not on my own initiative. Because everything you've been through for the past 20 years has made Such a Zhang Deng, if I try to forcefully change it, I will destroy you. I don’t like that, it’s better that we understand each other, get used to each other, quarrel occasionally, and the days will last forever.”

Zhang Deng touched his lover's spine in surprise, and said, "When did you become so understanding? Wow, it seems that I should cry out in gratitude."

"No need." The person in the arms said sullenly, "As long as you wake up, go to me as soon as possible."

Zhang Deng laughed out loud: "What? I'm awake right now."

He was still about to speak, when suddenly someone patted his shoulder from behind and said, "My lord, wake up."

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Yu Wenli on the futon was woken up by the maid.

"My lord, my lord!" The servant girl shook Yu Wenli lightly, but Yu Wenli shook her off.

"What, when is it?" Yu Wenli just recovered from the alcohol, not knowing the severity of his attack.The maid was in pain, she got up from the corner tremblingly, and said, "Shen, it's time for Shen, my lord."

Yu Wenli felt that he had made a slight mistake.When he met Liu Nianbai, he was too timid. Whenever he wanted to deepen his relationship, he needed to drink to boost his courage.In the end, he didn't know which step he had achieved, but he just felt that he had done a lot of excessive things.

It was almost dark, and Liu Nianbai had disappeared.

He woke up early and left without saying goodbye, probably because he couldn't accept such a result.

Yu Wenli supported his body and got down from the pavilion, looking towards the direction of the distant city gate.

He may not have woken up from the dream, and the people around him felt blurred, as if they were superimposed with phantoms.

Where is his lover?Oh, his lover is in the dream.

And here only the abandoned self is left.

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His heart was filled with illusory memories, and he didn't even notice that someone rushed in from outside in a hurry.

Yu Wenli brushed away all the poems and essays in his hand, flattened a piece of paper, and sighed.

Should he paint or write poetry?At this moment, I always want to do something to drive away my depressed mood, but the result is to make my heart more depressed.

"Young Master, Young Master." The man outside the door managed to calm down, only to feel that the voice was not his own.

Yu Wenli raised his hand towards him, letting him continue.

"Then, the Jiankang poet," the messenger outside the door saw Yu Wenli's face change drastically, looked up at him, and took a step back in shock, "He, he..."

"Say it!" Yu Wenli threw down the brush and shouted.

"He left the city in a hurry, accidentally fell off the cliff, and died!"

Yu Wenli was still staring at the messenger, as if waiting for him to continue talking.After a while, he suddenly realized what the other party said.

Seeing that he understood, the messenger immediately cupped his hands and left quickly without saying a word.

Just as Yu Wenli wanted to ask when it was, he suddenly found that there was no one by the door, and it was already dark outside.

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It is a long time to live alone.

Death is something that comes in an instant, and death is death.

Since then, the living are sad, and the dead are at ease.

To say that the deceased was irresponsible would be too careless.But it is impossible to say that they have no debts.

In the final analysis, the living and the dead will owe each other a thousand years of distance.

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When Yu Wenli died, it was another winter.

Therefore, it is all right that he was frozen to death.He took a cup of cold wine, sat in the thatched pavilion, wrapped in the fur coat brought to him by his maidservant, and covered with snow, and gradually died.

He couldn't feel the cold, just like he couldn't feel the warmth at the beginning of spring that year.

The four seasons have lost their temperature, and what is slowly leaving is the color.People around can feel that he is gradually becoming dull, as if he suddenly aged 30 years in a few months, and silver threads grew on his head.

When the servant girl went to bring him food, he was already stiff.The glass of cold wine in his hand has not been touched yet, and it is held firmly in his hand, covered with a thin layer of snow.

There is a piece of paper in hand, only a shallow outline is drawn, and it is not clear which man it is.

Everyone in the Proton Mansion thought this was someone, but this might not be that one.The real answer can only be known by the sleepy Yu Wenli with his eyes slightly closed.

And the servant girl had long forgotten what the last sentence he said was.

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How Jing sat alone in the darkness with his legs crossed, watching the flow of spells around him start to move.

It knows what's going on.Zhang Deng finally "died", so the aura in the tripod reorganized automatically, and immediately a new reincarnation was waiting for his hapless master.

But this time, He Jing raised his wrist, stopped the flowing spiritual energy, and channeled it into his body.

The spell engraved on his body immediately changed from black to bright, and the arms under the black clothes gave off a dazzling golden light.

How Jing gritted his teeth and cut off all the spiritual energy in sight, and opened the passage to Zhang Deng's soul.He could feel that his small body was about to swell, and in the next second, he would immediately be shattered into pieces.

But the green ghost told him that unless half of the aura from the fairy world fell on him, he would never be able to get full.

When originally refining, the green ghost purposely picked incompetent waste wood that is rare in a thousand years, because it is too useless, and anything that gets close to it will become a stupid thing.

And the treasure made of this wood will naturally absorb aura subconsciously, so it is perfect as a storage vessel.

Probably the method he used was wrong, He Jing could feel that there was still a lot of spiritual energy leaking out of his body.

Not enough, far from the standard proposed by the green ghost.He was so anxious that his head was sweating, seeing that Zhang Deng's soul was about to wake up, but he couldn't do much.

"Hold on, I'm coming."

Suddenly, someone stretched out a hand from the darkness behind him and put his hand on his shoulder.

Startled, Howe turned his head to look.But at this glance, he was almost blinded by the light in the opponent's hand - this person has already formed a seal, and has already started the work of counseling.

His dharma seal hit He Jing's back, straightening out the passages in his body, and immediately the spiritual energy began to be transmitted into He Jing's body in another way.

Finally, How Jing could speak.He immediately turned his head and asked the man two steps away: "Who is this expert?"

The "Great Man" was dressed conveniently, with his long hair combed into a bun. He picked up the bangs on his forehead and said haha: "I'm an acquaintance of Zhang Deng, come and help me."

He Jing frowned and identified for a long time, but still didn't recognize which acquaintance this was.The acquaintance giggled, and made another three or two calls, as if playing to wake up Zhang Deng floating in the air.

He yelled, "Boy, wake up! It's time for you to get out of prison!"

Zhang Deng fell to the ground with a bang, and fell like a dog eating shit.

He rubbed the back of his head, and got up under He Jing's cold eyes: "Emma, ​​my mother... How long have I been dreaming?"

He saw how fine the black clothes and body were, and seemed to think of something: "You, hey you! Why didn't you drag me out earlier!"

He Jing rolled his eyes to the sky: "How can I call you! You like that Liu Nianbai to death, you may not agree to me calling you out. So I can only let you watch him die."

Zhang Deng wanted to cry but had no tears: "You are too cruel! You let me watch him die even though you knew he was going to die! You kept filling me with realistic memories! You gave me candy and a knife, but they woke me up alive Already!"

Howjing continued to talk back: "If I don't show you something memorable, can you wake up so early?"

The young man on the side couldn't help coming over to try to make peace: "Oh, that's fine, that's fine, it's not a big deal, the two of you are going to quarrel and quarrel again. Zhang Deng is really serious about you, if it wasn't for how to imbue you with memory, you would definitely It’s still Yu Wenli. No matter how smart you are, it’s the same for you, can’t you talk more? Even if he doesn’t look like a green ghost, he is still your master, can’t you be as obedient as before?”

The two were choked and looked at him in unison.No matter how carefully he was full of doubts, it is reasonable to say that no one living in the world now knows the master-slave relationship between him and the green ghost.Those who knew were mostly annihilated into ashes, or joined in reincarnation.

unless--

He Jing blinked, and suddenly stared at the young man: "You are—"

The young man smiled, nodded, and said, "That's right. It's me."

He turned his head to look at Zhang Deng, with a cheap smile on his face: "Zhang Deng, I am Huang Yunfei. I am the chief minister who was sent to the world a hundred years ago, and now I have returned to the divine book."

Zhang Deng looked at this man without a trace of wrinkle on his face, his head was not bald, and he was even somewhat handsome. He opened his mouth wide: "Aren't you trying to lie to a dog...?"

Huang Yunfei smiled wryly and said: "Why, you have been reincarnated so many times, and you still don't allow me to change my skin? I just returned to my original state, and my appearance has returned to the period when my mana was strongest. I know I am good-looking, please put your chin back After working for a year, I finally have time to help you. Zhang Deng, I have helped you this time, even if I owe you nothing, you can stop pursuing what we did before, okay?"

How Jing glanced at Zhang Deng.

The green ghost and the white ghost are causing trouble in the underworld, and no one can cure them.At that time, the king of reincarnation and Da Siming came up with a bad idea and tricked them into reincarnation.Afterwards, the two people's life books were recklessly revised, and only then did several lifetimes of joys and sorrows arise.

In the final analysis, King Xue and Huang Yunfei were to blame for all of this.

Zhang Deng fumbled for some information from He Jing's eyes, he hesitated to shake his head, but was held down by Huang Yunfei: "Don't shake your head in a hurry, don't worry. If you think it's not enough, I'll give you some advice. You go out safe and sound, and you can still make a big fuss, and finally embrace the beautiful woman. He vomits blood as a bonus, do you want to try it?"

Listening to his tone, each of them looked at each other suspiciously, and said in unison: "You say."