Sitting on a treacherous minister and good time

At the same time, the discussion was as loud as a surging tide.

"It's too lively, isn't it?" Song Jing turned her head away, looking warmly at the motionless young man, with jet-black and smooth black hair and a pale face that hadn't seen the sun for a long time. The young man leaned against the tree trunk with his eyes closed, breathing softly , at first glance it looks like a lifelike doll, lifeless.

"Really, Chunshui, even in a coma, you look like you're crying. It's such a rare day." Song Jing sighed softly, raised her hand to caress Tantai Chunshui's delicate cheeks, and pressed her thin cheeks together. The lips were bloodless, revealing a touch of melancholy.

Ever since he fell asleep, Chunshui's body has remained in that boy's time, as if frozen, never changing.

Bai Langying tried many methods, tentatively trying to treat Chunshui, but it seemed that there was little improvement.

"Stay with him more, talk to him more." Bai Langying was the one who told him, which directly caused Song Jing and Chunshui to appear in various places like conjoined twins, inseparable.

Holding the cold hand hanging on the ground, the bones of the knuckles protrude due to the thinness, and there is a strong sense of existence when holding the hand.

"My brother is going to dance on the top of the mountain today." Song Jing raised her head and looked at the towering mountain opposite, the clouds and mist on the top of the mountain were inlaid with a layer of gold by the golden sun, blurred and beautiful like a dream, "Chunshui, this is a very precious and rare occasion. If you don't see your brother dancing, you will definitely regret it for the rest of your life."

"What can I say to a comatose person?" A gloomy and deep voice sounded beside him, with long silver hair flowing down, and a dusty body sat down beside Songjiang, with a bad tone.

Song Jing smiled: "Xia Yu, are you here?"

"En." Xia Yu looked awkwardly at the drowsy Tantai Chunshui. Although he was awkward with a half-dead man and was speechless, Xiao Jing took him with him no matter where he was, and they were inseparable. It's impossible to do anything.It's rare that Xiao Jing once said such cute words "he is mine" to the barbarian god——

Obviously like each other, but still have to restrain not to get close, there is nothing more depressing than this.

This is not the only thing that is more depressing.

Xia Yu stared coldly at the man approaching at a leisurely pace. He had a tall and straight figure, a neutral and beautiful face, and a burning silver flame imprint on his forehead.

"Little wolf, why don't you stay with Beidou?" Xia Yu sneered, "The most powerful Greedy Wolf Star Lord is not sitting in the VIP seat, is it okay to come here?"

Little Wolf's expressionless face thawed the moment he saw Song Jing, and his smile was as innocent and clear as ever: "Brother Xiaojing, I'll accompany you."

Looking at Xia Yu with a gloomy face from the corner of his eye, Xiaolang narrowed his eyes and smiled slyly: "The organizers of the Tianzhu Festival are all here, why can't I? Isn't that right, Brother Xia Yu, Patriarch Tantai?"

Song Jing looked at the fighting spirit between the two amusedly, and was a little emotional. I don't know when, the little wolf has gradually grown up, and he has a cold and noble temperament in a high position, but...for himself, he is still the little wolf from before. changed.

"Since you call me Brother Xia Yu, then obediently return to the position of Tanlang Xingjun." Xia Yu sneered, "This place is too small to accommodate so many people."

"Even with Brother Xia Yu, there are some things that cannot be compromised." Little Wolf's clear eyes were firm, "Besides, isn't it normal for elder brother to be humble to younger brother?"

"Hey, what a gentle way of talking." The voice with a smile said in a playful tone, "I don't like gentle ways of talking."

"Shu Jinxiu." Even after three years of absence, when the voice sounded again, it was still impressive, as if three years was only the distance between yesterday and today.

The three called out this monstrous name at the same time, the only difference was that one voice was flat, while the other voices were gnashing their teeth.

A red-clothed man wrapped in black petals appeared. His exquisite and beautiful appearance has never changed in the slightest: "Hey, little Song Jing, he has grown into a good man."

Song Jing looked sideways at the two that had disappeared without a trace, and raised her eyebrows helplessly: "Hey, where did you throw them?"

"It's not far. It's just a distance that won't bother me when I reunite with Xiao Song Jing after a long absence." Shu Jinxiu smiled with red lips, "Little Song Jing is happy to see me?"

A hint of surprise flashed in Song Jing's eyes: "You are here, that means—"

"Yes." Shu Jinxiu sat down lazily, "I promised you that I will come to see you after you recover Prince You. Now Xizuihua has been completely absorbed by him, her memory has been restored, and her body is fine. Wow."

"What about him?" Song Jing looked behind him, but there was no such gentle man as water.

Shu Jinxiu smiled triumphantly, like a devil: "I won't let that guy steal little Song Jing's attention. Today is mine, so I let him sleep for a while before waking up. Tomorrow you You can go and see his wow."

Song Jing was helpless again: "I haven't heard from you for three years, where have you been?"

"Looking for something to do." Shu Jinxiu looked at Song Jing seriously, "I will support my family in the future."

"..." Song Jing was silent. The feeling of this man talking about supporting his family is really uncomfortable.

Shu Jinxiu said to himself: "One is the patriarch of the monk family, the other is the Big Dipper, the other is the royal family... and there is a young master of the family, who is so sick that people can't let go... No matter how you look at it, I don't have it. Capital wow. Really distressed wow."

Song Jing couldn't laugh or cry, the corners of her mouth twitched: "Shu Jinxiu, what are you talking about..."

"But I won't leave with low self-esteem." Shu Jinxiu blinked at him, her wine-red eyes smiling unabated, "Little Song Jing, it's about to start. Open your eyes and look at me."

Song Jing pursed her lips and smiled lightly: "Got it. A guy with no money or power, I don't mind if you come to my house for a meal or two in the future."

After he finished speaking, his eyes turned to the top of the mountain, and a tall and slender figure gradually emerged from the white clouds, like a fairy coming to the world.

"It's about to start." He habitually reached out to cover Chunshui's eyes beside him, "Come on, be obedient, and open your eyes obediently."

The palm against the cold skin was brushed by the thin and soft eyelashes, making it itchy.

Song Jing froze on the spot, put down her palms in disbelief, and met a pair of black eyes filled with fog. The sadness was washed away by the shallow gentleness, and the eyes were clear and clear.

"Chunshui, long time no see." Song Jing bent her lips, narrowed her eyes and smiled, "Just in time for the big event, you."

Over there, on the top of the mountain, Bai Li flicked his long sleeves, and his figure started to dance.