moonlit night

Dao Sha will be Dao Sha, after all, he is the first man she fell in love with.Now that Lan Ruo has identified him, he will not change because of his identity.

What's more, after a few days of getting along, Lan Ruo felt that Huang Yan was not as arrogant and unbearable as others said.Even if it is crazy, it is also kind of cute.

Sometimes on the road, he met other sects and disciples, and this handsome swordsman would point them out to her one by one, saying which ones he didn't bother to associate with, and which ones were acceptable, but there was no need to deal with them now.Because along the way, it is enough for her to have him.It's also because most of the time, it's refreshing to deal with people, not even with those spirit beasts.

Lan Ruo has never been influenced by other people's opinions. She only believes in her own eyes and listens to her inner voice.

Perhaps Huang Yan also likes her for this reason.But liking belongs to liking, but it is not love.He is born to be a wanderer, and he will stop briefly for the flowers he meets on the way, but he is not willing to accept too much emotional restraint.

Even if Lan Ruo is amazingly beautiful, if you think about it, she can't be that exception.

In those few days, Huang Yan took Lan Ruo mostly to places where there were few people but many monsters.They were on their way during the day, and at night they spent time together under the cool moonlight in Mobei.Stop and go along the way, kill suitable monsters when they meet, and stop for a day or two when they encounter beautiful places, holding hands, leaving their own footprints in those inaccessible places.

In fact, if you only talk about the task of being a teacher, Lan Ruo has already captured enough demon pills.She just wants to take this opportunity to stay with the person she likes for a while, get to know him better, and make more plans for her future life.

But she still doesn't know what Huang Yan thinks, and she doesn't even know whether her ideal person intends to marry her or not.

On the night five days after they met, they arrived at a small town in Mobei at dusk.The name of the town is beautiful, called Butterfly Bay.It is said that it got its name because there are many butterfly dances by the spring.

The town is very small, and the inn where I stayed was very close to Butterfly Bay. As soon as Lan Ruo opened the window, she could see the water across the bay.There are pebbles of various colors at the bottom of the water, and she likes them very much, so she lifted up the hem of her skirt and planned to go down to pick some.

Huang Yan saw that Lan Ruo's exposed legs were thin and white against the slightly raised red skirt, and immediately thought "only I can see her legs", and by the way, stretched out those legs. The imaginary enemy with a long neck who was ready to see hated everything.

He picked her up and pressed her on the bed, then ran out the door to jump into the water, and after a while, he came back with a pile of pebbles.But the whole person was dripping wet, with water dripping from top to bottom, which wet a large area of ​​the wooden floor of the inn.

Lan Ruo didn't sit on the bed, but leaned against the window and lost her mind. The thick setting sun passed through the window, casting her shadow very, very long.It grows so long that Huang Yan has an illusion, as if he and the beauty by the window have walked hand in hand for most of their lives, and she is his wife waiting for him to return home at sunset.

This feeling doesn't seem too bad.

When Lan Ruo saw Huang Yan coming in, she tilted her head, and her whole body instantly became alive, unbelievably charming, as if she had painted the afterglow of the setting sun on her face.

She left the window, walked slowly to Huang Yan, bent down to look at the stones in his arms.He stopped suddenly, raised his head very slowly, and blew lightly on the man's broad shoulders.

Huang Yan felt that half of his body was numb, and his voice was unconsciously soft: "What are you doing?"

"A butterfly." Lan Ruo watched the delicate and beautiful creature fly out of the window without blinking, gradually turning into a small black spot, "fly away."

Huang Yan also turned his head to look, but what he saw was the woman beside him, her face was porcelain white, her lips were red, she was more beautiful than a butterfly.

He suddenly pressed Lan Ruo's shoulder, smiled and leaned forward to kiss her lips, Lan Ruo only dodged for a moment, then closed his eyes and let him move.

When the kiss reached the passionate point, she heard the swordsman whisper in her ear:

"This time, if I hold it firmly, it won't fly away."

The colorful stones were scattered all over the ground, but no one cared about it.The crude wooden bed in the inn began to creak, as if it was a moaning/groaning sound because it couldn't bear the intense movements.

Finally, after everything was over, the surroundings returned to silence and the sky darkened.Lan Ruo lay in Huangyan's arms, her face was still flushed, and she looked a little tired.After a while, she opened her eyes, put her chin on the warm chest of the man beside her, and drew with her fingers.After a while, he suddenly said:

"Will you give the butterfly a home?"

Huang Yan didn't answer.

Ke Lanruo knew he was awake.

Time passed by, and she was still waiting stubbornly.

"Go to bed first." Finally, he opened his mouth, and then added bluntly: "I have to get up early tomorrow to catch ligers."

The light in Lan Ruo's eyes dimmed, she turned around, turned her back to him, and said nothing.

So is Huang Yan.

But that night, none of them really fell asleep.

It wasn't until dawn that Huang Yan fell asleep for a while in a daze.When she woke up the next day, Lan Ruo was no longer with her, and she took all her clothes with her.

He was fascinated by the quietness of the room left by Kong, and suddenly felt that every corner of the room contained the fragrance of magnolia from her body, but his heart was empty, as if Lan Ruo had taken away the missing piece.

For the first time in his life, it wasn't the woman's soft breasts that he missed.It was the eyes that suddenly lit up when she asked herself if she would give her a home.

The more Huang Yan thought about it, the more irritable he became, he simply opened the door and walked out.When he touched a purple dress at the end of his line of sight, his heart skipped a beat. He thought it was Lan Ruo who had returned, and was about to go up to hug her, and told her that he was willing to come to propose marriage, and begged her master to agree to their marriage.Unexpectedly, when the woman turned around, she was not.

It's an old acquaintance in Huajianjiu.

Huang Yan is heroic by nature, and loves to do things that donate money.He doesn't take money very seriously. When he is rich, he often spends lavishly for others. When he is poor, he can only find others to help him. However, he has made many friends because of this, from all walks of life.This oiran lady who was drinking and laughing among the flowers was one of them.

"I'm in some trouble, I want you to stay with me for a few days." The oiran was full of dust, and passed a perilla leaf to Huang Yan, and he spoke charmingly, but he was charming, "Old rules, touch eighteen."

"It's okay to take you in," Huang Yan took it and threw it into the mouth, but waved his hand, "Old rules, no need."

Hua Kui giggled, and walked forward with her waist twisted, her red lips almost pressed against his face: "What's the matter, you have a new love?"

Huang Yan sneered, suddenly felt that his heart was more troubled and his chest was more stuffy, so he responded casually: "No, who can compare to you?"

The oiran suddenly let out a "huh" and backed away from Huang Yan.She looked over his shoulder to the other side of Butterfly Creek, looked at it for a moment, and suddenly smiled.

Huang Yan suddenly turned around, and saw a solitary figure standing on the other side of the stream, with a small bundle on his shoulders and a sword tied around his waist, the expression on his face was even colder than when he first saw him.

"She is indeed beautiful," the oiran admired, "You have eyes."

Lan Ruo turned and left.

Huang Yan ran after her, running faster and faster, and soon stopped her at the bend of the stream.Lan Ruo ignored him and wanted to go to the side, but all the roads next to him were blocked to death.

"Why didn't you tell me before you left?" Huang Yan was annoyed in his heart, and his tone was natural.

Lan Ruo seemed to think that he was unreasonable, and said with a sneer, "Yes, I should tell you. Then you can have fun without any burden."

Huang Yan was annoyed: "That's just my friend."

"Friend?" Lan Ruo glared at him, "A friend who slept together? Then how did you introduce me to her? Also a friend?"

"Otherwise? What else could it be?" Huang Yan sneered, "What do you think is different between you and her?"

"Don't compare me to that kind of person!" Lan Ruo pulled out her sword and pointed the tip at him, trembling with anger, "You know what? You make me feel sick."

The swordsman remained motionless. He said, "I didn't ask you to come back."

The woman took a deep breath and said, "Okay."

Since you say so, I have nothing to say.

So be it.He turned to the left, she turned to the right, the moment they passed each other, many things disappeared.In fact, he still loves her, and so does she, but he thinks she is messing around, and she thinks that he has never been serious, and neither of them can touch the sand in each other's eyes, nor do they want to bow their heads first.

So the two parted ways.Lan Ruo was so angry that she didn't even want those demon pills. She lost her veil, and she didn't have the face to go back to Huanhua Palace. There happened to be a haunted place, so she ran to the vicinity of Yingdu to catch ghosts by herself, but unexpectedly, she was injured by a fierce ghost and was seriously injured. Dying.

Later, she was rescued by the Lord of the Underworld with the method of the ghost clan, and she agreed to be with him in a fit of anger, so she was brought back to Nether, and became the ghost queen that everyone feared later.

"Jun, maybe you're right," Huang Yan woke up from the memory beside the lotus pond in Xizhou, his voice was already weak: "I shouldn't have let her die where I can't see it."

"Let's not talk about this first." Jun Changye suddenly realized something was wrong, "Senior, why did you come here? Who told you that Mrs. Broken Heart is here?"

Huang Yan thought for a while, and said: "There is a post sent to the Wangurusi Palace in the name of the Lord of the Underworld, inviting me...to come to Xizhou for a while in the near future. There are not many people in the world who know the resurrection of the old, so, I I thought it was impossible to be fake."

Jun Changye frowned tightly, and looked up again at Yue Qingchen in mid-air.

But after only talking for a while, the xun sound that had weakened before had been lifted out of thin air again, and although the sound of the qin was not chaotic at all, it was still difficult to completely suppress the xun sound.

Jun Changye's heart sank.

During their trip to the North Sea, they did not find the piano score that Su Xihe used to deal with Mrs. Broken Heart, so it was expected that it would be difficult for Master to compete with the former ghost queen in a short time.

However, Shaluo made such a big commotion in Xizhou earlier, someone should have informed the heads of the various sects in the cultivation world and sent people to crusade.

Now, few people in the world know the identity of himself and Senior Huangyan in the Demon Palace.If people from all sects of cultivation came to Xizhou at this moment, wouldn't they just hit the tip of the sword?

The timing was really delicate, and it was calculated that they couldn't leave easily because of their friendship, just like Zhao Ya's usual style.

At this moment, as if to confirm Jun Changye's thoughts, Youdao Qingyue's male voice suddenly resounded in this world:

"Yue Qingchen!"

At the same time, Youdao's blue shadow flashed past in front of his eyes, and went straight to the man in white who was playing the piano in mid-air.

It was Yun Ya.