ugly moth

"How could it be like this..." Yan Lie bent down to pick up the willow leaf with trembling hands, and found something wrong as soon as he picked it up.

That is the willow leaf of Guanyin. No one can casually pull out a willow leaf from Guanyin's jade bottle, unless that person has a good relationship with Guanyin.

Yan Lie suppressed all kinds of guesses in his mind, and immediately went back to find Master Guanyin.

Master Guanyin didn't leave either, just sat in his original position and waited for Yanlie to come over.

"Master...this..." Yan Lie twirled the willow leaves and walked in front of Master Guanyin, "Do you know where Immortal Fei Mo has gone? Right?"

"So what if you know and don't know? Immortal Huo Yuan, you should let it go." Anyway, it's useless to know where someone is.

It's a pity that Yan Lie just can't figure it out, insisting on a result.

Master Guanyin persuaded Yanlie for a long time but failed to persuade Yanlie to change his mind. He could only tell him: "Immortal Huo Yuan, you...ask His Majesty the Emperor of Heaven. He has all the answers there."

Yan Lie's heart tightened, he didn't know why Master Guanyin always asked him to go to Gui Yuan, it was the same in Xingpan before, he kept asking him to go to Gui Yuan, but Gui Yuan clearly refused to tell him.

Even so, Yan Lie couldn't help but go.

On the second day of the banquet, Guiyuan would not go to the Lingxiao Palace, but would rest in his bedroom, and sometimes he would chat with various gods and Buddhas, anyway, you can go to Guiyuan's bedroom first.

Yan Lie landed outside the palace and looked around, but there was no one there, not even the fairies who usually helped Gui Yuan grow flowers and water them.

The entire bedroom was surprisingly quiet, every step he took felt like stepping on his own heart.

Slowly pushing open the white door, Yan Lie walked in step by step, there was no one on the jade steps, and there was an immortal aura in the bedroom next to it.

Not only Gui Yuan, but another... Yan Lie's equally familiar aura.

Yan Lie moved his steps with difficulty, approaching the door step by step, as if there was something inside that he couldn't accept.

In the room with white veils hanging down, there are gray clothes not far from the bed, and a little closer, there are white robes entangled with gray clothes.

Entering the room, someone's breath is even more obvious, and there is a faint smell of alcohol, sweet and ambiguous.

After all, Yan Lie couldn't get closer to see what was going on inside - Gui Yuan came out from behind the veil, dressed in an ordinary white robe, with a contented expression, and the smell of a crescent moth on his body.

"Yan Lie, why did you come in?" Gui Yuan asked lightly, Fei Moth hadn't woken up yet, it's not good to meet now.

"Father..." Yan Lie was in a daze, unable to believe the facts he thought, "Father...my son is here to pick up Immortal Fei Mo."

Gui Yuan opened his lips, thinking how to refuse, when Fei Mo's lazy voice came from behind.

"Your Majesty...Xiaosheng is so uncomfortable, can you bring me some hangover soup?" Fei Mo felt extremely uncomfortable with a hangover.

The wine in Yaochi was brewed by Fei Mo himself, and the gods would be drunk for many days after drinking it, which was already considered good for him, but it was just a little uncomfortable, and it was estimated that Qingwen and the others would not be able to get up for many days.

Fei Mo didn't hear Gui Yuan's voice for a long while, propped herself up and sat up, lifted the veil, saw Gui Yuan standing with her back to him, and asked, "Your Majesty?"

Gui Yuan hesitated and turned to the side: "A Fei, Yan Lie is looking for you."

"A Fei..." Yan Lie also called out pitifully.

Unexpectedly, Fei Mo didn't panic at all, instead she lay down and lowered the curtain: "Oh, what is the matter of Immortal Huo Yuan?"

The two people outside the veil didn't speak immediately, but Fei Mo still felt uncomfortable and said, "Your Majesty, hangover soup."

Gui Yuan came back to his senses immediately, brought his own purple-gold peony, and put the flower pot in the veil beside Fei Mo: "The hangover soup is something in the world after all, this peony has been cultivated in spiritual springs for thousands of years, and the effect is quick."

Fei Mo opened one eye and looked at him: "Really?"

"Really." Gui Yuan nodded, "That Yan Lie..."

"Xianjun Huoyuan?" Fei Mo grabbed Gui Yuan's shoulder and struggled to get up again, showing his head outside the veil, "Xianjun Huoyuan, Xiaosheng thinks that we have made it very clear, what else do you want to do?" ?”

Yan Lie's hands trembled: "When did we make it clear? When did you and my father make it clear to me—"

The latter sentence was so heart-piercing that if there were people outside, they would probably have heard it clearly.

Fei Mo rubbed her ears: "Xiaosheng has nothing to do with Huoyuan Xianjun anymore, there is no need to tell you who Xiaosheng is with, understand?"

After the hangover, Fei Mo really felt very uncomfortable, and really didn't want to argue with Yan Lie.

Seeing that Fei Mo was uncomfortable, Gui Yuan patted Fei Mo's head, and then said to Yan Lie: "Yan Lie, you go back first, this is what happened, if you want to know, go out and ask any god to know, why bother here Toss Ah Fei?"

Then Gui Yuan ignored Yan Lie, softly coaxed Fei Mo to change back to his original form, then placed him on the stamen of the purple-gold peony, and then poured a spiritual spring on Fei Mo to soothe his hangover, ignoring Yan Lie.

Afterwards, Gui Yuan was about to go out with a flowerpot in his hand, and Yan Lie hurriedly chased him out: "Father——Father, you clearly know...you know that my son has been waiting for him for 1 years..."