Will stand in silence in the pouring rain. He just stood there, and the raindrops seemed to have forgotten him completely, and not even the corners of his robe were wet.

The cold rain couldn't suppress the man's monstrous anger at the moment, if he didn't want to disturb the immortal in the pavilion just now, he wouldn't just say those few fluttering words to Emperor Que in the air, but directly drew his sword and swung it at the guy in the distance.

After standing in the rain for a while with a cold face, he finally took out a jar of spirits with his right hand.

It is not for nothing that so many people in the Three Thousand Worlds have resorted to alcohol to relieve their sorrows. The liquor in the jar seemed to have a flame with it, and when it was poured into the throat, the scorching heat that rose in the lungs could almost instantly consume all the troubles.

But that's almost. It will never be clear that even the most scorching liquor in the world will not make him truly drunk, and even if he drinks too much, it will only be self-deception in the end.

But now all he needed was this moment of self-deception.

When Emperor Que mentioned the word "stupid" before, although he could suppress his murderous intent, he couldn't prevent the past from being awakened by these four words.

He still remembers his arrogance when he first entered the battlefield, and he also remembers the desolation of the last bloody battle.

Now that I think about it, how can things in this world be so ridiculous? How can they be so ridiculous? He can't save what he wants to save, and he can't forget what he wants to forget, and the title of "the strongest man in the three thousand worlds" has become a lingering irony when it falls on him.

Perhaps Emperor Que was right, he was stupid from the beginning.

After closing his eyes, he slammed the jar of wine, and he opened his right hand to watch the powder of the jar slip from his fingers. After the last wisps of powder soaked into the dirt with the rain, he also got up and jumped through the window into the pavilion where Changsheng was.

Changsheng was still standing by the window thinking about how to deal with Bo Qing's matter in the future, but after a moment of coming back to his senses, he felt the surging smell of wine coming to his face. Obviously, that's the smell of alcohol on the body.

Changsheng was not a drinker, because he felt that the drunken person looked too embarrassed, and he didn't want to let the wine unscrupulously disturb his mind.

However, when he raised his eyes to look at Jiang Jue, he realized that he had probably thought wrong before, because even though Jiang Jue was full of alcohol, it was completely incompatible with the word "embarrassed".

It will not only look like it is not embarrassed, but the whole person exudes a strong sense of presence. He hadn't done anything, but as long as he was still there, no one cared if the sun was scorching or the rain was pouring behind him.

If you have to describe it, the general at this moment is definitely like a sharp sword that has been forcibly held in the scabbard, although this sword has been hidden for a long time, it is extremely sharp after all.

Changsheng even thought that if such a sword was born once, he was afraid that it would be able to pierce the scabbard that bound him as well.

Jiang Jue seemed to feel Changsheng's gaze, and he lowered his head slightly and met Changsheng's gaze. At that moment, his eyes were too dark, and Rao Changsheng, who had been with him for a long time, couldn't see through what this man was thinking.

Jiang didn't speak for a long time, and just when Changsheng wanted to ask him what was the matter, the man suddenly called in a low voice: "Changsheng." ”

Changsheng was rarely stunned for a moment when he heard this call. There is no other reason, just because the man's voice is too hoarse at this time, and the emotions behind these words are too suppressed.

For some reason, he actually heard some eternal lingering meaning from the words of the general.

"How much wine have you drunk here?" Changsheng couldn't help but carefully look at the general in front of him, there was nothing wrong with the general in his face, but his current demeanor and tone were a little drunk.

Jiang Jiewen Yan just took out another jar of wine and poured a few sips at random. It's not that he didn't hear Changsheng's question, it's just that he doesn't want to answer Changsheng's question at all now.

When the heavy smell of wine in the room and the fog brought by the rain gradually entangled, Jiang Jue finally spoke again, and this time he said something that made Changsheng cry and laugh.

What Jiang Jue said was: "Are you willing to play the piano at this moment?"

"You're in a hurry to jump in through the window just to listen to the piano?" Changsheng's handsome face couldn't help but show a ridiculous expression, but he thought that there would be something urgent to say, it turned out that this guy was just to listen to the piano.

"Say, what do you want to hear?" Changsheng rubbed his forehead helplessly, and he took a step back as he spoke.

Before, he was surprised by the momentum of the general, so he didn't think there was anything wrong with the distance between him and the general. It wasn't until he came back to his senses that Changsheng realized that he was too close to this man, so close that he could clearly feel the heat on Jiang Jue's body, which was diametrically opposed to the cold rain.

"Just listen to the song "Not Dead". The general said half-drunk and half-awake, and after finishing speaking, he seemed to remember something, and lazily added: "The kind with words." ”

This is the kind of music that Changsheng composed for him, and he naturally wants to listen to it most completely.

Before, at the grand ceremony, Changsheng was afraid of the strength of the "Immortal Emperor", so he only played music and did not sing lyrics. However, he didn't know that he couldn't be angry with him because of a few lyrics.

Whether it was the general when he was an immortal emperor before, or the long absolute when he pretended to have amnesia now, he would only be moved by Changsheng instead of angry.

"You're not polite at all...... You know, it's not that easy to get me to play the piano. Changsheng paused slightly when he said this, and he curled his thin lips and glanced at Jiang Jue with a smile.

Jiang Jue looked down and looked back, Xu really drank too much, and his eyes seemed to soften a little because of this: "Then what do you want?"

"I remember that when Du Qiu Liang stroked the piano on the high platform today, the red clothes swayed like dancing, which was really amazing......" Changsheng raised his eyes to look at Jiang Jue, and said the second half of the words slowly. Only to hear him say:

"If I play the piano at this moment, would you like to dance for me?"

Before he could give an answer, Changsheng himself frowned sharply as if he suddenly realized something.

At first, he just wanted to make a joke with Jiang Jue, how could he really let Jiang Jue dance with him? But once these jokes were uttered, they seemed to take on some other meaning.

He was obviously joking about the general, why did he subconsciously mention Du Qiuliang? Is this just a casual remark, or is it because he is absolutely ......

Changsheng couldn't help but think of the thing that Du Qiuliang seemed to be particularly fond of the man in front of him, and he quietly lowered his eyes to absorb all the emotions in his pupils.

He admits that he is not a dull person, and he can vaguely feel his absolute favor. It's just that he always feels that the years of a cultivator are very long, and his feelings are too illusory, so he doesn't take this matter to heart at all.

However, it was only now that Changsheng suddenly realized that he had a long-term affection for the general. Feelings are really difficult to control, if it weren't for his absolute heart, how could he suddenly mention the cool autumn just now?

Changsheng's expression did not change after thinking about this, because he felt that now was not the right time to fall in love. So instead of looking at the general, he opened his mouth as if nothing had happened:

"Forget it, I won't embarrass you. After all, it is not interesting to play the piano in such a rainstorm......"

As he spoke, he walked to the table and chair in the pavilion, and moved the table and chair directly to the window, as if he wanted to play against the downpour outside the window.

Changsheng was not worried at all that the rain outside the window would soak the body of the piano. Although he was only using a thousand spirit coins now, this one was not that bad, at least it was fireproof and waterproof.

Not to mention that he was playing the piano in the house at the moment, even if he was playing in the heavy rain, the rain would never hurt the piano in the slightest.

Jiang never knew the complicated thoughts that floated up at that moment just now, he just leaned lazily against the window with a jar of spirits, and just quietly watched Changsheng raise his slender fingers and put them on the strings.

Outside the window, the continuous rain occasionally wraps between the strings, splashing arbitrarily with the action of Changsheng plucking the strings, which looks particularly romantic and chic.

The desolate tune played by Changsheng seemed to depict something, and it seemed to sigh something. And the general who listened to the song just raised his head and poured another sip of the spirit, letting the spicy liquor burn his lungs fiercely.

The taste was probably unpleasant, but the man did not even frown, as if what he was drinking at the moment was not the strongest liquor in the world at all, but only the most bland and tasteless white water.

Jiang never thought that after the sound of wine and piano, his restlessness would slowly subside. And so it was at first.

However, just as he gradually relaxed his mind, and even his eyebrows revealed a little tiredness, Changsheng's shallow singing voice slowly penetrated the sound of the piano:

"The last drop of wine has been drained......"

Hearing this, Jiang Jue's brows jumped slightly, and he glanced down at the wine jar in his hand, which happened to be empty at the moment, and he couldn't find a drop of wine.

Seeing this, he just casually crushed the jar of wine, and in an instant he took out another jar of slightly heavy spirits. However, before this jar of liquor could be eaten, Changsheng had already sung the second lyric:

"This dream is alive and still hasn't woken ......up"

As soon as this sentence fell, the hand holding the wine jar suddenly stopped, and there was no longer any tiredness on his handsome face.

Changsheng's mind was immersed in the song, so he didn't notice the expression of the general at this moment, and was still singing the unfinished "Not Dead" in a low voice:

"Thunder and ......"

"Whose shadow is buried?"

The music is desolate, the singing is low, and there is no thrilling thunder falling when the music was played on the high platform before. But Jiang Jue felt that every tune played and every word he sang by Changsheng smashed his heart.

Everyone in the world knows that he will die of a dream of being drunk, but who really dares to say that he is living in a dream? They are impressed by his earth-destroying thunder talent, but they do not understand that the first person to destroy this thunder is to kill himself.

"Immortality. Jiang Jue slowly put away the wine jar in his hand, this was the second time he called out the name of Changsheng after entering the pavilion.

This time, his emotions were far less volatile than before, but the emotions contained in his voice were much more complex and suppressed than before.

After calling the name of the immortal, he actually chuckled again, because he suddenly realized that his previous concerns about his tempting things were completely unnecessary.

He is not happy to live forever because his emotions have been magnified thousands of times, even if he met the person in front of him a hundred years ago, he will still be tempted by it.

Because the people in this world who can see him so thoroughly, and the people who can touch his heart like this in this world, whether it is a hundred years ago or a hundred years later, there is only one immortal. 166 Reading Network