The Villain's White Lotus Halo

The battle between Duan Chongxuan and Cheng Tianyu has reached the highest level so far in this flower folding event, no matter in terms of viewing or reference value.

It is more suitable as a storytelling material to enrich the cultural and entertainment life of Yecheng people.

Cheng Tianyu became famous at a young age, and walked around the world with the sword of the Qinglu Sword Sect's sub-sage.

Duan Chongxuan is nominally a disciple of the Juggernaut, but more people recognize him as a relative of Mr. Zhang Yuan.

The gossip of the saints is not enough, but the stories of these young geniuses are very interesting to talk about.

Someone also noticed the shadows of four other people behind the battle.

So this is more like a confrontation between Qinglu Sword Sect and Cangya Mountain.

No matter what the outside rumors say, that night, the protagonists of the story sat on the roof, drinking under the moonlight of Yecheng.

Duan Chongxuan felt that this was the happiest day in his life.

It's so joyful that it's hard to describe it, it should be clear.

So he bought three wine bowls and three altars of "Zui Liu Xian".

Yin Biyue doesn't know how to drink, to be exact, he has never drank.

But today he was equally happy, and yearned for the pride of the third senior brother's "traveling in the rivers and lakes carrying wine".

Luo Mingchuan was sitting next to him, even though he was holding a large coarse porcelain wine bowl, he was sitting upright, his clothes were not messed up, it was completely a gentleman's demeanor - if one could ignore his rosy ears.

It was too close, so close that I could hear the breathing of the people around me and feel the slightly cool body temperature.

This reminded him of that day in the alley, when his junior helped him all the way back to Qiuhu.

Fortunately, Duan Chongxuan's intermittent voice came, so that the embarrassment would not be too obvious.

Duan Chongxuan was already lying on the roof, holding the wine jar and crossing his legs.

He seemed to be intoxicated in the moonlight, and his speech became upside down,

"Beacon fire and smoke, I actually did it, why did I do it... I always thought I couldn't do it. He really deserves to be my father's son, he is really his own... I adore myself so much... Dad Ah, I miss you so much..."

Yin Biyue felt that he was really ashamed.

How old is he, he still calls him dad when he's drunk.

If the girls in Yecheng saw this appearance, they would no longer have to worry about traveling.

Luo Mingchuan just smiled and shook his head.

Duan Chongxuan stood up suddenly and walked to the cornice.

The night wind made his clothes dance and his sleeves fluttered, as if he wanted to ride the wind back home.

Facing the moon, he actually articulated clearly and sang with correct pitch,

"When you approach Junhe, you complain about the distance, and when you climb Chongxiu, you hurt far... At that time, you leaned towards the left border of the Han Dynasty, the north land and the south;

Just when Yin Biyue thought he was sober, he fell from the eaves.

After a while, a vague voice came, "I'm fine—"

Then there was the sound of him opening and closing the door.

So there were only two people left on the roof, and a bright moon.

The summer night wind blows the water vapor of the autumn lake and the smell of vegetation and soil.

Nearby is the golden autumn lake, and in the distance are the high-rise streets and warm yellow lights of Yecheng.

Such a night view and evening breeze are enough to make people forget all their troubles temporarily.

Even after dawn, the road to practice is still long and difficult, and the crisis is still there, but so what?

Today there is wine and today is drunk.

Yin Biyue didn't use Zhenyuanhua wine, so he was already slightly drunk.

He originally planned to have a talk with Luo Mingchuan after the third round of the Flower Folding Competition, because the talker had said before about the wrong eyes and mood problems.

But maybe it was because of the invigoration of wine, he suddenly felt that it was better to hit the sun than to choose the day.

Luo Mingchuan saw the people around him put down their wine bowls and look into his eyes seriously, "Let's talk."

He was startled, and replied, "Okay."

"Brother, are you in a bad mood recently?"

Luo Mingchuan felt that this person must also be drunk, so he could only smile helplessly, "No."

If Yin Biyue was fully awake, he would never have said so bluntly, "Impossible! Eyes can't deceive anyone!"

Luo Mingchuan's smile froze on his face.

He drank a bowl of wine, 'Zui Liu Xian' had a bitter taste in his mouth.

The junior brother actually noticed...how could it be.

Sure enough, did he underestimate the younger brother?It seems that we should be more careful in the future.

He knew that there was nothing wrong with his state of mind, he just started to practice the second level of the Jialan pupil technique.

Zheng Wei's killing intent was terrifying, but it was far from enough to shake his Dao heart.

What really made him feel the crisis was that with his current strength, he was still unable to resist the will of those big men and protect his junior from harm.

The method of Jialan's pupil technique is very strange, and it is really impossible for him to believe that it is an orthodox Buddhist method.

But since this is the fastest way to enter the country today, he has no choice.

Luo Mingchuan looked into Yin Biyue's eyes.

The night is as deep as ink, not as dark as his pupils, he said,

"Junior brother, I'm not in a bad mood, nor is there anything wrong."

Yin Biyue felt that he really drank too much, and he was dizzy for a moment just now.

But it's fine if you don't have him, you can rest assured without him.

He filled himself with wine again, looked at the bright moon in the sky, and remembered the night when he came back from the university, the moon was also so bright, like a clear silver plate.

Since going down the mountain and joining the WTO, many things have happened along the way, big and small.He met many people, some he didn't like, and some he admired.

But there are companions who fight together by his side, Cang Ya has senior brothers and sisters who are waiting for him to go back, and somewhere in the world, there is a cheap master who does great things.

This is good, he doesn't know how to describe this kind of good.

It seems that here, he really lived a normal life.

He is very happy.I happily drank bowl after bowl.

The moon has become a double image in his eyes.

He no longer wants to follow the path of "good friends go together in the early stage, and betrayed and stabbed in the later stage".

Luo Mingchuan is a companion, not a protagonist.

He doesn't want to be a villain anymore, he wants to live a good life in this world.

At this time, Yin Biyue didn't know that in life, many things cannot be controlled by others.

Yecheng is on the north side of the southern land, and the temperature difference between day and night is huge. After midnight, the night wind becomes more chilly.

Yin Biyue felt cold at first, but he didn't have the consciousness to run his true energy, instead he felt that drinking was very warm.

When he found that his wine jar was empty, he unconsciously went to snatch it from the person next to him.

A cool breath suddenly entered his bosom, and Luo Mingchuan was stunned for a moment.

The people around him grabbed the wine jar and wanted to leave again, Luo Mingchuan held down his hand.

Maybe it was because the night wind was too fast, he actually heard his voice tremble a little,

"Junior brother, drinking too much hurts your health, you can't drink any more."

Yin Biyue felt the temperature from his fingers, and the warmth enveloped his whole body, which was familiar and inexplicably reassuring.

His last consciousness stayed at... It's really warm.

Luo Mingchuan sat stiffly on the eaves.

The moonlight fell on the person in his arms, three thousand white lights shone brightly, and his face was as cold as snow falling on a building.

Only the thin lips are a little bright red, like white snow and red plums, burning and moving.

With the clear aroma of wine and the chill, the man in his arms closed his eyes and muttered to himself.

Luo Mingchuan got closer and heard what he was saying.

He was silent after listening.

The lights in the distance are extinguished one by one, and everything is silent in the long night, and the moonlight is brighter and brighter.

His voice drifts on the wind,

"Junior brother, I, Luo Mingchuan, will protect you as long as I am alive."