Fuck you

In the dream, he and Xinghe were lying on a swaying boat, shoulder to shoulder, feet touching, with two jugs of good wine beside them, the spinning sky above their heads, the deep spring water below them, and there were tall and low stalks by the side of the boat. .

The surrounding area was extremely quiet, only Xinghe could be heard asking him softly: "Mingyue, do you like me?"

Of course he said he liked it, he liked it very much.Xinghe laughed after hearing this, and turned sideways to touch his lips: "Since I like it, why are you still so far away from me?"

Yes, why?

Mingyuegui was stunned in the dream for a while, then turned over and pressed on Xinghe's body, the ill-intentioned moonlight made Xinghe extraordinarily handsome, his brows and eyes seemed to be shining, he couldn't help but bow his head to taste the thin lips that were eager to be kissed, Xinghe hugged his waist cooperatively, and the two hugged each other tightly.

Of course, this dream was not finished at all. The reason is that at the critical moment, the two of them rolled to the side of the boat somehow, and the boat of love capsized completely, and they just caught them at the bottom of the water.

Regarding this, Mingyuegui always looks regretful when recalling it, this ship is too unreliable...

However, the scene in the dream was so beautiful and profound. After waking up, he hugged the pillow and remembered a poem in the world, feeling that it was very suitable for the scene.

After being drunk, I don't know that the sky is on the water, and the boat is full of dreams and the galaxy.

The poet who wrote the poem is simply a talent, every word seems to be specially written for his spring dream.

The key point is that Mingyuegui especially likes the last few words, Qingmengpressing Xinghe, although he thinks Mingyue pressing Xinghe sounds more fluent.

Coincidentally, during the night of dreaming, the two kinds of spiritual power in his body were completely fused together, as if to make up for this incomplete dream, the two kinds of spiritual power like enemies merged together unconsciously in his dreamland, Even Mingyue Gui himself didn't realize it until he woke up in the morning and realized something was wrong.

Of course, the origin of the name Qingmengzhiqi must not be told to Xinghe!

Mingyue Gui couldn't wait to try his hand.

He crawled out of the quilt and sat on the edge of the bed, casually pulled up his loose clothes, his drooping legs swung lightly, and his heels bumped against the hanging sheet.

It’s rare to be in a particularly good mood today. The sky outside the window will not be bright.

The sleepy dream is in full swing, and the cultivation has no time to care about others. It is the most suitable time of the day to sneak around and do some shady things.

Ming Yuegui sat on the edge of the bed in a daze that made him blush and out of breath, thought of something, and took out a piece of rice paper folded into four squares from under the pillow.

Unfolding carefully without trimming, the still sharp fingers gently caressed the family of three drawn on the rice paper. Xinghe's skills are very good, and Junyan in the painting looks extremely happy. Xiao Mingyue, who had been redrawn by him, returned He also smiled with satisfaction.

In fact, his original picture was not like this. Junyan's painting skills are also good, but when she draws her own painting, if you look closely, you will find that the smile is very bitter, the scenery is not so bright, and the paint is very light. After a long time, she feels lonely. Feeling bleak.

But in Xinghe's works, they are very happy no matter what angle they look at. Their lips are curved and their eyes are smiling, as if they will be able to giggle in the next moment.

Painting is very affected by mood, Mingyuegui was surprised that they are so perfect in Xinghe's heart, I wonder if the corners of his mouth are also curled up when he is holding the brush?

"Mother and Father, my son hasn't seen you for a long time, I'm sorry." He touched Junyan's face, then Yu Ji's face, and said softly, "My son will definitely visit you in a while .”

After Junyan committed suicide, she was supposed to be buried in Baize, but before she died, she told Ming Ronglan that she would be buried with Yuji.

How could Ming Ronglan agree.

Both parents were killed and Bai Ze was destroyed because of this man, he had given Jun enough face by not throwing Yu Ji to ashes.Later, it was Cangming who said that Junyan was the queen of the ghost clan and should have been buried in the ghost world, so Junyan's humble last wish was fulfilled.

Happiness in the world is mostly the same, but sadness has thousands of different appearances.Mingyuegui felt that his poor and pitiful mother was the most unfortunate one among thousands of sorrows.

He also once thought that he, too, was among the best among the unlucky ones.

Until rebirth and return, goodbye Xinghe.

Xinghe bumped into his life with a strong and awkward posture, every bit of it was beautiful, and everything he did was moving.

He suddenly felt that all the misfortunes in his previous life had become insignificant, probably his good luck was to meet this person.

"Aniang, I want to tell you some good news." He sat up straighter and said quietly, "I have someone I like."

"He is very powerful, and he is very kind to me. The one you know is Lingbao Tianzun's precious apprentice Xinghe, who is not yet eight hundred years old and is already the true god Si Zhan holding the map of the gods."

Mingyue Gui's eyes sparkled: "How about it, are you also very happy? It's not that my son is bragging. You will never find a man who is more powerful than Xinghe in all over the world. My son has definitely found a treasure."

If Junyan sees the smug face of her son's new daughter-in-law, I wonder if she will be happy to beat him to death.

"Alas... But people haven't caught up yet." He poked himself on the painting, "You, you, you are such a waste!"

The old woman babbled on for a while, before Mingyue Gui folded the drawing paper and stuffed it under the pillow.

He had no one to share this matter with, and he felt relieved when he said it in front of his "parents".

In any case, I have seen my parents.

Mingyuegui scratched her chin with a smile. His one-sided love was unilaterally approved by his parents, and he was in a good mood.

His eyes swept around the room, the bedroom was separated by a screen and he couldn't see the outside, but such a small space was enough.

Ming Yuegui stretched out his hand, and a small mass of mixed black and white spiritual power condensed from his fingertips, which was exactly the clear dream energy he had just cultivated.

Hooking his index finger towards the front at random, Ming Yuegui whistled lightly, and the shadow of the stool closest to him suddenly moved.

The shadow first bent a stool leg, as if trying to break free from something and get up, Ming Yuegui smiled slightly, and said softly to the air: "Have you had enough sleep? Get up when you have had enough sleep."

Shadow seemed to understand his words, and the bent stool legs suddenly gained the strength to stand up, and then the other three legs were torn from the ground bit by bit, and stood staggeringly supporting the flat stool.

There are not many furnishings in the bedroom. At this time, the shadows of almost all the furniture decorations have been revived, standing unsteadily in various strange poses.

They swayed like floating leaves for a while, then pushed each other, the room was instantly covered by a large shadow, and the crows stood in front of Ming Yuegui.

"It looks too ugly."

Mingyue Gui thought for a while, and snapped her fingers forward with her right hand, which had always been condensed with a hint of dreaminess.