Tang Fang always wore that gentle mask and smiled painlessly, but she saw that her hands were itchy and wanted to grab them and tear them apart. Hua Xiangrong took a deep breath and kept telling her face: Doing things under Niangniang can no longer be as violent as before.

……

Fifteen days later, it will be a fireworks display.

To protect each other, Zhongjing will always be full of fragrant flowers, and the fireworks in the sky are complemented and reflected, all of which are clusters of clusters, which is a rare scenic spot in the world.

This is a tradition that has been maintained in Chukyo for more than 500 years, but before the fireworks are released, a slender and winding white shadow rises up and shuttles through the thick clouds.

Every time it advanced and retreated, the clouds thinnerped a little.

The junior brother who followed Tang Fang pointed to the sky, and was amazed: "Dragon, that is the white dragon of the hidden stream! Legend is the only real dragon in the world!"

He glanced at the sky, and sure enough, he saw a slender silver-white figure poking out of the dark clouds, elegant but majestic. There is a word called "premature like a dragon", probably this is the state of affairs?

Tang Fang was a little distracted, and shook his head for a while: "Greedy for vanity, so happy." "It's good to be in the limelight in front of everyone, and it deserves this eight-character comment.

As soon as the words came out, he himself was stunned. In fact, he knew that the white dragon went to the sky not to play at all, but to disperse the clouds with the dragon's power to help the fireworks festival.

This is most likely the request of the Hidden Demon King, and he is actually a little mean when he says this. The white dragon in the sky originally flew lower and lower, as if glaring here, and the dragon's eyes were fierce.

The little junior brother said: "Ah, shouldn't it hear it?"

If you think about it too much, even if it is a divine dragon in the fairy realm, it will not be okay to keep staring at an inconspicuous courtyard on the ground. Tang Fang didn't raise his head, and patted him on the shoulder: "The clouds are gone, let's go see the fireworks." ”

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The wedding of the Heaven-shaking God King was a sensation.

The mountain-like serpent took his bride, and most of the people who witnessed it could not sleep all night. However, Hua Xiangrong, who led the inspection of the main hall, knew that the two main masters didn't know where they went, and the hole ¥~ room was empty.

On the big day, do you two really want to be so willful?

She was on strict guard, just afraid that there would be another accident. After all, the one in the Jinghai Palace's Mansion has always been looking at Niangniang, who knows if he secretly sneaked back to Nanbu Continent?

Fortunately, when the moon was in the middle of the sky, there was a small sound in the depths of the main hall. The little white dragon immediately raised his vigilance, and then relaxed:

Well, the two are finally back.

As soon as he didn't agree, he turned on the dog abuse max mode.

It's just in the cave ~ room, and they have changed several places one after another. Plain and calm and self-controlled, like Lord Shenjun, the connection realm forgot to open, so many deep breaths, soft pleading, and ai ambiguous voices were all heard by Hua Xiangrong.

There was not a moment when she hated that her hearing was so good.

She dismissed the other guards with a stiff face, and sat on the stone chair in the small garden to keep vigil for the two demon kings, while listening to the live situation.

Is it really that high?

The night was too long, so Hua Xiangrong simply moved all the wine on the small kitchen shelf and drank it one after another. In the past, she drank well, but now the more she drinks, the brighter her eyes become, and the clearer her consciousness becomes.

Raise the urn to invite the bright moon, and the shadow becomes a trio.

Teary-eyed. Why is she so stupid that she doesn't know how to change the night shift with a family like Qingluan?

……

Dongfang is too white and bright, Qingluan came, and when he saw the appearance of Hua Xiangrong, he was really startled.

This Nizi also moved a Taishi chair from nowhere, and put a pair of lotus feet on the stone table in the garden, and she nested in the chair and held the wine jar and poured it non-stop.

This posture is also too heroic.

"What's going on?" Qingluan didn't ignore the faint red thread under her eyes, like she hadn't slept for a few nights. But the immortals hardly had to sleep.

"Lord Shenjun is very good, and Niangniang is not bad, I sat here and listened all night. The little white dragon threw down the last empty altar, "Now go back to the house and toss." ”

Qingluan burst out laughing. The fight between the immortals is protracted, how can mortals compare? Just pity the little white dragon, who can't walk and can't go, and suffers here. She didn't need to ask Hua Xiangrong how much she had drunk, there were thirty or so empty wine jars on the ground, and the stock of the wine cellar was probably wiped out by her.

The whole body was very dry, Hua Xiangrong couldn't help but open the placket to dissipate the heat, and a little white was exposed, but fortunately there were no outsiders here: "It's your turn, I'm leaving." "Qingluan is here to take over the shift with her.

"Where are you going?" Xiao Bailong was usually lawless, and now that he had drunk so much wine, Qingluan was a little worried.

"Suffocate me. Her pretty face was swollen red. This night, I drank wine as water, but I couldn't extinguish the heat in my heart, but I saved more and more, "Find a beautiful gentleman to vent your fire!"

"Go ahead. Qingluan breathed a sigh of relief, and after Hua Xiangrong left, she had to call someone to clean up the garden.

"Hey, isn't this urn 'brewing love'?" Qingluan picked up the jar and sniffed it, and sure enough, he smelled the unique aroma of osmanthus flowers, and couldn't help but change his face. Niangniang didn't know where to move a thousand-year-old laurel tree into the soil to plant, it can secrete a strange fragrance, but it only takes effect on lovers. "Brewing love" is a medicinal wine carefully developed on this basis, which can enhance the effect of Taoist double ¥ ~ cultivation, and also contribute to the effect of rejuvenation.

The premise is to dilute it a thousand-fold. This urn "brewing" is a real stock solution, Qingluan got it a while ago, but the Danshi designated by Xuantian Niangniang has not yet arrived in Zhongjing, so she conveniently stored it in the kitchen wine cellar. The ceremony has been so busy these days that I forgot to take it out for preparation.

The little white dragon was good, and stole out a whole urn and poured it into his stomach. If you were another monk, you would have wanted to burn yourself to death by ¥~ fire for a long time, although the White Dragon Fairy is profound, I am afraid that it will not be comfortable at this time.

It's just that she always acts so recklessly, and the mother has already said that she should teach her a lesson. Qingluan shook her head and decided to leave her alone.

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One morning passed, and the heat on Hua Xiangrong's body did not diminish. She simply turned into her real body and threw herself into the bottom of Jing'an Lake not far away, hoping that the icy water would stop the restlessness.

Useless. She drank most of the water from the lake, which frightened the few young couples who complained by the lake, and the fire in her heart became more and more vigorous.

At this moment, she didn't find out that she had been tricked, and she was a real dragon in vain. It's just that when she returned to the main hall to ask Qingluan for questioning, she heard that the second master had gone to the field to do business, and he would not come back in a short time. Yahuan, who passed the word, recounted Qingluan's original sentence seriously: "Your idea is good in the morning, it will work." ”

What is the idea, find someone to vent the fire? This thought arose, and I couldn't help but have a handsome face floating in my mind, and then the flames in my heart seemed to be poured with oil, and the hula burned ten times more at once!

With a click, Hua Xiangrong broke the pillar at hand.