Soon Luo Shanling found the bottle of the hundred-year-old plum blossom, plum is bitter wine, the bottle containing the wine is in the shape of a teardrop, the material is transparent jade, the jade carved an innocent girl is stealing a plum blossom bud branch that has not yet bloomed and is about to bloom, the girl's kind of nervous and afraid of being discovered and the kind of irrepressible joy that is about to be given to the sweetheart, not only vividly expressed, but also can make people form an image in their minds.

It can be seen how attentive the carver is to the girl, reaching out to take down the bottle of plum death, Luo Shanling sighed to the woman on the bottle, isn't it your death day today, that's why Yao Duzhao is so sad?

I don't know why, my heart is faintly painful, a little sour, at this moment, Yao Duzhao sent a message to her, what are you doing, why is it so slow?

Shaking his head to shake off those slight soreness, Luo Shanling took the bottle of plum and walked back to Lanfeng Lou quickly, at this time Yao Duzhao had already left the hot spring, a light blue robe was loosely draped on his body, and a few locks of long hair with dew drops just after bathing quickly wet the robe on his chest, like a bamboo seedling splashing ink to add a bit of vitality to his laziness.

Luo Shanling didn't dare to look closely, only lowered her head and put Mei Yan in front of him, standing silently for a moment, Luo Shanling decided that she still had to bite the bullet and tell Yao Duzhao about the fall of Huayu Valley, in her selfish heart she didn't want Yao Duzhao to add to the sadness of the deceased woman, maybe the matter of the fall could successfully divert his attention, but one bad thing was that he might be burned, but between watching him drink to kill his sorrows and get angry at her, Luo Shanling felt that she was generous enough to be a wooden man listening to a madman roaring in his left ear and out of his right ear, if he could vent all the pain suppressed in his heart like a madman。

Maybe the obsession with that girl will fade in the future, and as time goes by, maybe the girl will slowly disappear in his heart, after all, cultivators like them lack everything in the Heavenly Treasure, the Magic Weapon, and the Spirit Treasure The only thing that is not lacking is time, no one in this world can survive the passage of time, and people's memories are always limited, just like many of her childhood memories have been blurred now, and now she has a deep impression in her mind, not those who are good to her, but those who are not good to her, because she has to remember the appearance of these people, so that she can wait for herself to turn back and retaliate against them。

But now she can't even remember the looks of those who are not good to her, but it doesn't matter, she also hides a bad guy account book in Luohe's Luojia's other village, and it will be good to take it out when she returns to Luohe when she has achieved cultivation.

And now the people who have an enmity with her are even more advanced, because she has fused all the genius wandering souls of that day, so now she has already drawn the appearance and temperament characteristics of those enemies with pictures and texts, and specially made a book, just waiting for her to have the strength to cut that person out of the woods, especially the Fang Bai who was going to kill him and the big devil in the sky.

These two people are her great enemies who are inseparable from the heavens.

Thinking of these two people, Luo Shanling couldn't help but grit her teeth a little bit, but fortunately, Yao Duzhao was not in a good mood today, so after listening to him sip the plum plum, Luo Shanling immediately woke up, looked up at Yao Duzhao and told Yao Duzhao everything that happened in Huayu Valley.

Unexpectedly, Yao Duzhao sighed after hearing this, and then poured plum for her, "If you're thirsty, have a drink." ”

After saying so much in one breath, Luo Shanling did feel a little dry, of course, the main thing was that the atmosphere here was too oppressive, and if she didn't drink some wine to strengthen her courage, she felt that she would be suffocated by the suffocating air here.

So, Luo Shanling didn't say anything, just drank the cup and drank it all, good wine should be tasted slowly, just like Yao Duzhao heard her say so much, but she just drank a small half glass, and the little girl in front of her suffocated this glass of wine in one go, how strong Mei Di's stamina is, no one knows better than Yao Duzhao, because the stamina does not paralyze the pain in his heart.

Sure enough, in the next second, Luo Shanling ripped open the collar to reveal the delicate and small collarbone, and when it was over, she grabbed the teardrop-shaped Mei Yan with one hand and held it in the air, and grinned at him, revealing a mouthful of white and neat teeth, "Yao Duzhao, Mei Yan is very sad to listen to, but I didn't expect the entrance to be as sweet as honey, hehe, this wine belongs to me, I have loved sugar since I was a child, but I didn't expect this thing to be sweeter than sugar?"

After speaking, without waiting for Yao Duzhao to say anything, she tilted her neck and poured a bottle of plum into her mouth, as if she was about to snatch it from her hand if she drank it slowly.

Yao Duzhao couldn't help but smile bitterly when he heard her words, where does the bitterness come from without sweetness? Where does there come from sadness without joy, without the young and ignorant love at the beginning, how can there be today's Mei Yan?

Mei Yan, in the end, it was not the body that hurt, not the heart, but the whole soul that hurt couldn't help but roar hysterically, only in this way would he remember how desperate the woman was for him, but in this way, even he couldn't bear the pain of devouring the soul, but let her pour it like sugar water.

Will she die?

For some reason, a surge of anger hit the top of her head like a prairie fire, and in the next second, Yao Duzhao snatched the plum in her hand, and raised it casually, only to hear the teardrop-shaped wine bottle shatter into ice like tears on the ground.

Luo Shanling looked at the wine bottle that was shattered into ice slag, and pouted and looked at Yao Duzhao dissatisfiedly, "Why are you smashing my wine bottle, there is still a lot of sugar water to drink?"

As he spoke, he stretched out his arms to hook Yao Duzhao's neck, but she was too short, so she could only be regarded as sitting on Yao Duzhao's neck, "Well, Yao Duzhao, tell me, is that girl your sweetheart?"

Before the words fell, Luo Shanling slid down Yao Duzhao's neck, and covered her head with her hands in pain, "Yao Duzhao, what the hell are you, why does it hurt so much?"

Saying that, she hit the cave wall as if she was in a demon, Yao Duzhao's long arm hooked around her small waist, and the long eyebrows that flew obliquely into the temples couldn't help frowning, why are you still so thin?

The other hand was pressed against her back, and suddenly a warm air flow flowed from Luo Shanling's dantian to her eight veins, and slowly the pain that seemed to tear her soul apart became warm and warm under that warm air flow, like a fetus still in the mother's womb, unless she was particularly energetic, she would kick her mother's feet, or else she would close her eyes and sleep.

Naturally, in the end, Luo Shanling fell asleep sweetly, in the dream she dreamed of her mother for the first time, only felt that she was a very beautiful and soft woman, she couldn't see what face she was, but the waist-length hair that was like water in the sun was deeply imprinted in her mind, Luo Shanling couldn't help but think that she could have such a beautiful appearance and such good hair must have been passed on from her mother, at this time, the woman slowly turned her head, but at this moment, Qingshan yelled at her ear, " Wang Ce, why do you sleep in the eldest son's bed?