Blossoms Bloom Three Worlds Falling Silently

Rather than drinking with Qian Yanxiu, it's better to say watch him drink.

From the moment she sat down, Qian Yanxiu kept pouring herself.

Meng Bo sat beside him quietly and didn't know what to say, while Yuyan, who sat a little further away from them, kept looking out the window the whole time.

In mid-autumn weather, the osmanthus trees in the yard are full of flowers.

The fragrance wafted in from the window, thick and rich.

Today's weather is still gloomy, Yunluan seems to be more rainy than Banyue.

"Meng Bo, don't look at it, drink it!" Qian Yanxiu, who was already a little tipsy, picked up the wine glass and brought it to Meng Bo.

Seeing Qian Yanxiu's suffering, Meng Bo really wanted to share some of it for him.

He took the wine glass and drank it in one gulp. The taste of this wine was also different from what he drank in half a month.

Meng Bo drank a total of two times, once in half a month, and once today.

Half a month's wine is strong, and when it enters the throat, it burns into a ball of fire, while Yunluan's wine is smooth and moist but has a strong aftertaste.

Seeing that the wine he drank this time did not have the feeling of exploding in his mouth like he did in half a month, Meng Bo couldn't help but feel relieved, and began to drink one cup after another with 3 Qianyanxiu.

Ziyan withdrew his gaze and looked at Meng Bo. Although he wanted to see Meng Bo in a dazed and drunk state at the mercy of others, he still couldn't bear him being too uncomfortable.

Sure enough, I didn't feel it when I drank it, and something happened after I drank it.

Looking at the jumble of wine bottles on the table, and then at the two people who were already staggering and talking non-stop.

Yiyan regretted not persuading Meng Bo to stop drinking.

Although Qian Yanxiu was very drunk, she kept pouring wine into the cup, and did not forget to pour into Meng Bo's cup.

Qian Yanxiu drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, closed her eyes and leaned back on the chair and said loudly: "Meng Bo, Hanque is dead!" After speaking, she covered her face in pain.

At this time, Meng Bo's mind was in a state of confusion, and he couldn't understand what Qian Yanxiu was going to say. He shook his head from side to side and said softly, "Huh?"

Qian Yanxiu continued to lean on the chair, with tears streaming from between her fingers: "The bird is dead, I killed her!" After Qian Yanxiu shouted this sentence, she couldn't restrain herself anymore and lay down on the wine table Started to cry.

Meng Bo has a poor capacity for alcohol, and after so many drinks, he has lost consciousness for a long time, and only knows how to agree with Qian Yanxiu.

Seeing how drunk the two were, Yu Yan called a servant to send Qian Yanxiu back to the room, while he himself carried Meng Bo back.

Meng Bo, who was being hugged along the way, has been writhing restlessly, "Oh!" Yuyan sighed softly, no matter who it is, letting the person you love writhe in your arms like this is torture .

Finally, the two returned to Meng Bo's room, and Yu Yan gently placed Meng Bo on the bed, and then took off his coat for him.

Meng Bo, who was lying on the bed, was still restless, waving his hands randomly in the air.

Zhu Yan grabbed Meng Bo's hand and pressed his two hands into the quilt. After a while, Meng Bo stretched out his hand again.

Yuyan simply took off his cloak and went to bed together, grabbed Meng Bo's hand, wrapped him in his arms, and slept with him in his arms.

I don't know how many years it has been since I lay so close together, and I was so timid at that time that I never dared to touch him.

Looking at the sleeping face of the person in his arms, Yuyan couldn't help but go back to the long time ago, when Meng Bo was still so lonely.

Locked firmly in Yuyan's arms, Meng Bo felt that his movements were restricted, he hummed uncomfortably, struggled a few times, but couldn't break free, so he could only give up struggling, rubbed his hands, and continued to sleep.

Looking at the exquisite sleeping face of the person in his arms, how could Yiyan sleep, he didn't need to sleep in the first place.

As if he couldn't get enough of it, Zi Yan stared at Meng Bo closely, reluctant to take his eyes off him for a moment.

It started to rain gradually outside the window. I remember that when they left, it also rained heavily that day.

Yiyan was not touched by Hanque's death, he couldn't love the world as much as Meng Bo did, and he could only hold one person completely in his heart.

In this way, hugging him to sleep every day, I forgot how long it was my extravagant desire.

The irony of fate is that now he got it, but in another person's identity.

Zhu Yan just looked at Meng Bo until the evening, when Meng Bo woke up from the wine, and opened his eyes in pain from his arms.

"Huh?" Meng Bo was shocked when he saw how he was being embraced.

"Ziyan, why are you?" Holding me, there are still three words, Meng Bo is really embarrassed to say it.

Seeing Meng Bo's surprised look, the corners of Yu Yan's mouth slowly rose: "You keep moving your limbs while sleeping, I'm afraid you'd fall out of bed, so I hugged you."

Meng Bo blushed, as expected he couldn't drink, and would do shameful things when he drank.

Zhu Yan slowly let go of his hand, and Meng Bo quickly got out of Zhu Yan's arms.

Putting on his clothes quickly, he left the bed and sat on the stool in front of the window.

Every time he saw Yu Yan laughing, he always felt his heart beat faster, and this time was no exception.

Why is this?Is it because Yuyan's lips are so pretty?Meng Bo looked at Yuyan suspiciously, but he had been looking at it for so long, so he couldn't do it.

"Humph—" Yu Yan laughed softly, and he also got up from the bed, picked up his cloak and prepared to put it on.

Just now, he had been worrying about being drunk, but he didn't notice that Zhuyan had taken off his cloak. Now that Zhuyan stood up, Meng Bo stared blankly.

As early as half a month ago, he knew that Zhu Yan's hair was fiery red and very long.

But he never knew that Yuyan's hair could grow to this extent.

In the half moon, Yuyan was wearing a wide cloak, and his hair was not so exaggerated on his body.

Now without the cloak, Yuyan showed a strong figure, and his thick hair almost covered his entire back.

Meng Bo stared at Yuyan's hair until Yuyan put on the cloak and put his hair into the cloak.

"Yiyan, are you a demon?"

Since the first time he saw Yuyan's red hair in half a month, Meng Bo had been guessing Yuyan's identity. Of all the sentient beings in the six realms he had seen, only monsters had strange hair, and the rest were basically is black.

But if Ziyan is a demon, he has been with him for thousands of years, and he will definitely see him revealing his real body.

A demon cannot maintain a human form forever.

As soon as he asked this sentence, Meng Bo immediately slapped his head, wondering why he was so stupid.

If Yuyan was a demon, how could he have stayed in the underworld for thousands of years, where there are only Yin immortals and dead souls.

"Sorry! I'm being stupid."

Meng Bo rubbed his head that hurt from being patted by himself, and quickly apologized like Yu Yan.

"It's okay." Yuyan's tone was a little disappointed. It wasn't the first time he was called a devil, but hearing these words come out of his mouth, he still felt very uncomfortable.

Realizing that his words hurt Zhuyan, Meng Bo quickly approached him with a smile, and said flatteringly to him, "Your hair is so beautiful, just like your eyes and mouth."

Yuyan, who was still at a loss, was suddenly amused by Meng Bo's flattering tone. He smiled clearly this time, with crooked eyes.

"Your eyes look better when you smile, like they're shining." The words Meng Bo said were not entirely to make Yuyan happy, they were also from his heart.

Although Yiyan didn't believe it, he was still very happy.

"Okay, I'm not angry with you." After Yu Yan put on the cloak, he and Meng Bo left the inner bedroom.

The rain outside is still going on, and the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus with moisture is even more flavorful.

Meng Bo went out, stood under the eaves and looked at the osmanthus trees in the yard, and Yu Yan followed closely.

"Zhiyan, let's go see the Hanque." Meng Bo looked at the rain and said to him.

"Okay" Yu Yan didn't hesitate at all.

The two walked along the corridor all the way to Qian Yanxiu's room. Qian Yanxiu was already awake, but hadn't gotten up yet.

"Yan Xiu, get up quickly and take us to see Hanque."

"Well, wait a minute" After this bout of drunkenness, Qian Yanxiu was a little relieved, and she didn't show a very sad expression when Meng Bo mentioned Qian Yanxiu.

After getting dressed in two or three strokes, Qian Yanxiu called the servants to bring three umbrellas, and the three of them left Nanhou Mansion holding the umbrellas.

The Hanque was not buried in the soil, but was placed in an underground palace in a high mountain outside Yundu City by Qianyan Xiu.

When we arrived at the underground palace, it was already dark.

Seeing the well-dressed bird in the coffin, Meng Bo asked his doubts: "Yan Xiu, why didn't you bury the bird?"

Qian Yanxiu hesitated for a moment and said: "I am also a person who has been resurrected from the dead. I think that if I win the world in the future, I might be able to bring the bird back to life."

He knew that it was the soul-locking rope that saved him, and it was Meng Bo who took out his own soul-locking rope to save him.

He also knew that there might be no soul lock in the world, so when he saw Meng Bo, he didn't ask Meng Bo to save the bird.

It's not that Meng Bo didn't think about resurrecting the bird, but with the two soul-locking ropes, he had to give up one, and Yuyan had repeatedly warned him not to use his own to save others.

There has always been a way of bringing the dead back to life like this.

When mortals cast spells, most of them will lose the lifespan of the caster, and most people will lose half of their lifespan.

But he is a yin fairy, so he is not subject to lowering his head.

At that time, the cycle of reincarnation will be disordered, and if the underworld is investigated, even Qian Yanxiu will not be able to survive.

Meng Bo didn't tell Qian Yanxiu what was in his heart. When the soul left the world, even a soul lock would be useless.

Now Qian Yanxiu at least has some comfort in his heart, when Shi Qianyanxiu knows the truth, maybe he has put the bird down.

The three of them stayed in the underground palace for a while before leaving. On the way home, Meng Bo was very upset. He was afraid that he would make a mistake again.

Let Qian Yanxiu have a glimmer of hope now, what will happen if there is any trouble at that time.

"Everyone has their own destiny, so don't worry about it too much, my lord." Seeing Meng Bo's concern, Yuyan comforted him softly.

Meng Bo nodded: "Yes, everyone has their own destiny." He suddenly raised his head to meet Yuyan's eyes, and he was very puzzled by his gaze.

"Ziyan, you haven't called me son for a long time.

Since I have a physical body, you have become indifferent. "

"Well, is it?"

"Yes" when he was in the underworld, Yi Yan tried his best to answer all the questions Meng Bo asked.

After coming to the world, his attitude was indeed much colder.

Not for anything else, just because it touched on old things.

In the underworld, Meng Bo is a yin fairy and has nothing about the past.

But now, he has his own body, a body with all the memories, although he can't remember it yet.

But sooner or later he will remember it, and he will eventually return to his former self.

Yiyan looked out the window and sneered, really wondering if what he did was meaningful.