A white silk slowly faded into light and shadow, and it was the familiar aroma of wine.

The sun sets over the western mountains, and the afterglow lights up the wine shop.

The crowd faded away, leaving only Marshal Canopy, who was both carefree and woke up from his dream.

I stopped writing, yawned, and was a little tired, "Why did you wake up? I haven't drawn you some of you and me, it's hard to separate!"

Marshal Tianpeng chuckled, and there were still tears in the corners of his eyes, "Your dream is not deep, otherwise how can I wake up easily." ”

"Ahem, cough, cough-" Neither worry-free coughed a few times, and straightened his posture: "The nameless liquor store follows the principle of equivalent trading, but your chips are too small, and I can build my dream like this, which is already very face-saving for you!"

There are two necessary conditions for building a dream, one is the divine consciousness or mortal spirit, and the other is the story. If there is a story, you can make wine, and if you make wine, you can build a dream.

Because of the old love, she made an exception to build a dream for Marshal Tianpeng, how deep and real the dream was, how painful the backlash she received.

And the stakes of this, Marshal Tianpeng and both worry-free acquaintance for thousands of years, naturally also understand, he looked at the corner of his slightly tired eyes, a little distressed said: "I know, thank you! You have worked hard today, go to rest early, there will be a peach festival tomorrow, you can't be late." ”

"It's okay not to go to the peach event, I'll stay here with you, I don't know when we can see each other. He lifted his chin without worry, his eyes sank, and he was a little reluctant.

She has known Tianpeng for more than 2,000 years, and she is a rare person to talk to in this central world. Both of them are trapped by love, imprisoned by obsession, and imprisoned for half their lives.

Although it is just more than 14 years, it is just a passing thing for the gods, but she is still reluctant, and the person she has not been able to stand for many years has left her like this.

She wants to be accompanied!

"One year in the mortal world is just a short day in this heavenly realm! Fourteen days later, after I obtain the true scriptures and go to Lingshan to restore my life, I will definitely come here to find you and make up the rest of the story. Tian Peng picked up the wine glass, saluted, and made a contract.

Neither worry-free flicked his sleeves, turned around, and his tone became a little indifferent: "Don't make any promises in front of me, you know, I don't believe it!"

"I'm sorry, I was negligent. You...... Do you still hate him?" Tianpeng put down his wine glass, looking at his carefree, lonely and stubborn back, full of distress.

In the past, before the night god Shu Bai went to the world to fight with the Demon Venerable Chirong, he made a promise to the fifteen or sixteen-year-old Worry-free: Bai Shou will go hand in hand, and he will end.

It's a pity that the Demon Venerable Chirong got the corner of the candle dragon because of his grace and the god of Zhongshan, and all the divine power of the night god Shubai comes from the night, and the person in charge of the candle dragon day and night, when he opens his eyes, it is the day, and when he closes his eyes, it is a long night.

Chirong cast a spell on the corner of the candle dragon, and Shu Bai's mana was banned.

Therefore, it is overcome.

In order to repel the demons, the night god Shubai had to sacrifice to the original god and seal the demon venerable Chirong in the Valley of Forgotten Sorrows, and his soul was scattered, and a white cloth was buried in the Wufu Sea.

did not live up to the trust of the heavenly realm, but also preserved the peace of the mortal world.

Only the negative is worry-free!

Living in the world, life is lonely.

"Hate! It's because I hate to death, so I can't wait for him to come back to life and give him a nightmare that he can't wake up to forever!"

Everyone in the world is a dream builder who is rampant, taking pleasure in sucking people's spirits, but they don't know how much peace and prosperity her devastated past has given the world.

"I know that you are a stubborn person, and it is useless to persuade you, but you must not forget that you are carefree...... Don't worry!" Marshal Tianpeng said resolutely.

The years are worry-free, and the white heads go hand in hand.

The white-headed man is gone, how can he be worry-free?

Shubai, you've given me the wrong name!

"I'm tired and I'm going to rest...... The wine on the counter is as you like. She became a puff of smoke.

Marshal Tianpeng sighed helplessly, and sneered: "Shu Bai! The little girl has grown up, and she can't afford the name you have chosen! How nice it would be if you were still there, drinking and talking in this wine shop, watching the vicissitudes of the world, and having nothing to do, you can try a game with me, no matter whether you win or lose, you should play an acrobatic trick on the little girl! Shu Bai...... I am more and more similar to this little girl, I used to persuade her to be more relieved and live her life relaxed, but only when love is deep, I can understand the hardships of worry-free! There are many gods in the heavenly realm, you should stay away, how good it is to protect that little girl for the rest of your life......! You really failed her!"

Drink a thousand cups, and the cups are forgotten.

Since ancient times, the contents of the cup have been known as the best things to forget worries, and even Meng Po soup is a little inferior in front of it. But he couldn't get drunk, his thoughts were clear, the beauty was unforgettable, and he muttered: "Chang'e...... Chang'e ......"

Stubborn people abound.

Unfortunately, there is no solution.

......

......

Shark beads, lighting up the dim inner room.

The aroma of wine mixed with true qi made the whole room hot.

The forehead was covered with dense, soybean-sized beads of sweat, his face was pale, and his thin lips had faded a touch of red, and there was no blood. The jade hand, which was still casting spells to regulate pranayama, couldn't stop trembling.

Suddenly breaking the moment to build a dream, or rebuilding the dream of the gods, it has received several times more backlash than usual.

The true qi in the body is scattered, overflowing everywhere, and for thousands of years, he has frequently built dreams, collected essence and divine consciousness, and his body has long been inferior to that year.

But as stubborn as she is, she would rather damage her divine sense and bear the pain alone than go to Doumu Yuanjun and get some elixir.

The red all over the ground poured out, and she just wiped the corners of her mouth, got out of bed and poured a glass of wine, and drank it all. The hot wine went down, and she choked and coughed lightly: "Ahem, cough, cough-"

Looking at the crystal clear glass cup in the stone cabinet, the yellowed divine consciousness and talent spirit had just passed the first section, and there were still two empty sections. But she smiled with satisfaction, forgetting the pain.

"For more than a thousand years, they all said that forbidden magic would not work, and that it would be difficult to gather my divine sense, and persuaded me to give up, but didn't I also collect so much? He clutched his chest in unbearable pain, and the corner of his eye shed the first drop of pearl in thousands of years.

Red, translucent.

It was the tears that turned from the blood of her heart.

She bent down to pick it up and carefully held it in her palm, "For thousands of years, even the tears in your eyes have disappeared with you." Shubai, this world is so miserable! Everyone has left me, the world is lonely, I am so pitiful, you are used to pitying all beings, and you have come to pity me, I miss you!"

You owe me a debt of lovesickness, where should you pay it?