Ming Weimu had a black line on his face, and said in his belly: "Tell you sister! The old lady is not familiar with you at all, is it okay, do you want to be so cheeky?

After thinking about it, Mingweimu felt that something was wrong, and finally remembered, oh! She still doesn't know what this thing is! Maybe it's a god!

Turning around, Ming Weimu smiled incomparably and said to Xuan Ling: "Just talk, I'll go out to see the moon." Ming Weimu stretched out his hand and pointed to the sky, only to see that the bright moon on the edge of the sky had disappeared.

Mingweimu's long eyelashes twitched, and he felt slightly embarrassed, as if he felt like a few black crows were flying in the sky......

The two men standing under the flower tree were also silent, just looking at her, leaving her standing there even more embarrassed.

After that, a bewitching smile appeared on Xuan Ling's face, breaking the embarrassment.

But Na Weimu didn't seem to have anything good.

Really......

Xuan Ling turned his head to look at Qian Quinoa and said, "I brewed a few jars of wine before, and I have been buried under the pear tree, and today I brought it over, and I said that I would get drunk and take a break!" As he spoke, Ming Weimu saw Xuan Ling take out a jar of wine as if he was doing a trick.

Qianqu looked at Xuan Ling and replied, "Okay." “

At that moment, Naweiki had a sense of confusion.

Obviously, she thought that the setting of Qianquinoa was like a lonely old man, with no friends, and she refused to contact people, but why does she look like that kind of confidant who is hard to find now, and once she meets Xuan Ling, it's like this! Could it really be the power of "love"?

Confused, very confused! Ming Weimu felt that she needed to carefully examine the relationship between the two.

But that's not all.

Immediately afterwards, Xuan Ling suddenly turned to look at her and said, "How can you drink without dancing to help us?" I see that you are so graceful, you must be extremely amazing when you dance, you can stay and dance for us!"

Ming Weimu felt a weird feeling, why do you still have to pull me on the matter of the two of you, don't you feel awkward? Or do you want to try to hide something!

But this is not the key, the key problem is that she is a good man, although she can't do this kind of thing like going up the knife mountain and going down to the sea of fire, but she is not good at dancing!

Before Ming Weimu could say no, the old fox-like Xuan Ling turned his head to look at Qianqu and said, "What do you think?"

And the light quinoa nodded miraculously, and said, "Not bad." “

At that moment, Ming Weimu almost took the brick and slapped it on the face of the light quinoa, which was dignified but still handsome.

Turning her head and thinking about it, it was useless for her to provoke him like that at the beginning, could it be that she liked this step-by-step approach?

But no matter how subtle and sullen he is, she is really not good at dancing! She just has a convex and backward figure that is so hot that she cries ghosts and gods. Of course, she can't be blamed for this!

Ming Weimu felt that she didn't need to play the role of a well-behaved apprentice anymore, otherwise if she continued, she guessed that she would probably be played to death by this well-dressed old fox!

I saw Mingweimu lifting his skirt and sitting on the recliner in a heroic posture, with one foot on the ground and the other foot on the recliner, like a hero.

When the old fox of Xuanling saw Ming Weimu behaving like this, the corners of his bewitching lips hooked up a smile, and he looked at Ming Weimu with interest.

"Great God Xuanling, don't be embarrassed for me, do you think my temperament looks like a dance? Since you're drinking, let's have some fun, why don't we throw pots?" Master, what do you think?" said Ming Weimu as he looked at the two people standing tall.

Xuan Ling looked at Ming Weimu with a smile, thinking that this woman was interesting.

But......

He suddenly thought, "Anyway, what is a pitcher?"

Ming Weimu looked at the shallow quinoa on the side, although he still had a sullen face, he could still see that the Hades King didn't know what the pitcher was.

All of a sudden, Mingweimu has a black line, and there is no such thing as a pitcher in this world? But Mingweimu remembers watching what fairy tale drama or anime drama or something at home when he was a child, it seems that this game is played by the gods!

After three seconds of madness, Mingweimu still gracefully regained her composure.

Anyway, this ghost world is not any dynasty in history at all, so it's normal not to know!

Forget it.

"What about pitching pots? It is to put a pot a few feet away, and then take an arrow and throw it at the mouth of the pot, and then see who throws the most pots. Mingweimu briefly introduced them to how to play.

After hearing this, a look of joy immediately appeared on Xuan Ling's face, as if he was eager to try.

And the light quinoa on the side naturally didn't react, but looking at him like that, he didn't seem to be so indifferent.

Mingwei Muxin said, sure enough, love still needs to complement each other! This god is really good, and he sent Xuan Ling, an old fox, to accompany him, otherwise I really don't know if this child will have depression or autism or something!

I saw a flash of brilliance in Xuan Ling's hand, and I saw an arrow with a red feather, and then another white light flashed not far away, and a pot appeared on the ground.

Xuan Ling turned his head and looked at Ming Weimu with those demonic eyes and said, "What's the matter, this distance is okay?"

Na Weimu nodded.

So Xuan Ling drew an arrow from his hand and threw it towards the mouth of the pot.

However, there was no hit.

However, this Xuan Ling did not feel ashamed, but was quite interested, and took out an arrow with a red feather tail and threw it towards the mouth of the pot.

This time, in.

That Xuan Ling was not too proud, he still looked the same as before, and then turned around and handed the arrow to Qianquinoa: "It's quite interesting, you can try it." “

As he spoke, he took out a portion of the arrow and put it in the light quinoa's hand.

Mingweimu's back looked lonely at the two of them holding hands against each other, and the sky was full of pink unknown petals, and he couldn't help but feel that this picture was so loving!

Suddenly, I felt that there seemed to be a villain in my heart, who was clenching his fists and shouting, "Xuan Ling, push him down!"

Just thinking about that picture, Na Weimu was so excited that he was about to have a nosebleed.

However, a muffled voice shattered all illusions.

Vaguely, I saw the white-clothed young man holding a red feather arrow in his hand, and between raising his hand, his white clothes as white as snow slipped off, revealing most of his wrists, like the translucent moonlight, with some coldness and some warmth. Then with a swing of force, the arrow with the red feather broke away from the delicate and delicate hand, and after slashing through the air, it landed firmly in the pot in front of it, and after two flicks, it finally stayed there quietly.

At that moment, Mingwei Mu thought of such a poem in his mind.