At first, Di Moyu would impatiently push Zhang Ziyao away, but after a long time, whenever he was drunk, Di Moyu would patiently coax him. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Qu Lingfeng said that he didn't drink too much every time, but he got drunk every time, and when he got drunk, he messed with the immortal law, and he also pulled the drunk Zhang Ziyao to compare with him.

Di Moyu always drank a lot, and when he was drunk, he watched everyone laughing and laughing, and he would laugh for a long time when he saw an action, and finally he would laugh and cry, and he would fall asleep. Little Bird and Little Storm drank too much wine and flew around the house, and Little Storm would be bullied by Little Bird every time to the point that the golden scales were scattered all over the ground. Bai Xuyu is the first time to drink this snow wood fruit wine, I only feel that the wine is very fragrant in the mouth, but it slides into the throat with a chill, cool and refreshing. A glass of wine is down, but the whole body is warm. I couldn't help but want to get up and dance. Extraordinarily happy.

Xiao Han was indeed born with a good amount of alcohol, and every time he drank until everyone lay down, he was still in the mood for eating and drinking, and he was very sober.

He will take the rest of the wine and go all the way to the pillar of heaven. Holding the wooden wine barrel, he rose into the air, fed the black dragon tied to it a cup, and drank another cup himself. One man and one dragon went back and forth until the wine in the barrel was drunk.

Every time the black dragon saw Xiao Han coming over with a wooden barrel, he was very happy, and he always drank very refreshingly. When he was excited, he shook off the demonic qi on the ground, spit out the lightning in the sky, and played with Xiao Han. After years and months, Xiao Han also absorbed a lot of the black dragon's demonic energy, and slowly he was not injured by the nether lightning, but mixed with the demonic energy, he also inhaled the nether lightning into his body. Since then, he has been more comfortable playing with lightning, reaching out and waving into the distance to scatter the snow-capped mountains that are obstructive to the eyes, cutting off half of the mountain, and falling the snowflakes in the sky to fall on this boundless nightmare ghost realm.

Xiao Han played with lightning like this, leaned on the pillar of tethered sky, and rode on the back of the dragon in mid-air. You can see Komiya Mountain in the distance. A few small courtyards are stacked on the snowy mountains, faintly revealing some golden light, and I feel very happy in my heart, and I raise my hand to pull out the wooden flute and blow it.

The sound of the flute was swaying, as if it was slightly drunk.

"Mo Dao is not Xiao Xiao, but he is not on the railing. ”

After blowing a few songs like this, he lay on the back of the dragon and slowly fell asleep.

Sometimes Xiao Han lay on the back of the dragon and slept for several days. Or the next day, the creature that fell into the ghost realm touched the nether lightning and struck down. Whenever this happens, Xiao Han will subconsciously take on this nether lightning and suck it all into his body, protecting the peace of the black dragon this time. Although Xiao Han will no longer be hurt by this nether lightning, the pain on his body every time he hits him is heartbreaking. Every now and then, Xiao Han would hug the black dragon tightly, and he didn't understand why he was so ruthless to bind it here, and he always had to suffer from this pain. Xiao Han tried many methods, but he couldn't save it from this tethered pillar.

Because he wanted to help Bai Xuyu find a suitable spirit beast, Xiao Han woke up early the next morning, scratched the horns of the black dragon and turned over and landed, running all the way back to Xiaogong Mountain. Every time I finish drinking, I run all the way back like this.

When I ran into the yard, I was already soaking wet. Sure enough, everyone was still asleep. I went to the bamboo garden to look at the little demon, fed some fairies, and absorbed it faster, but I didn't mean to open my eyes yet. Xiao Han whispered to him: "Actually, you woke up a few days ago, but you still don't let me find out about the pulse of the Shen Person's heart. I know you're trying to eat my fairies every day to repair your demon roots. But what I feed you is not your own after all, and it is not as good as what you have cultivated. Even if you can cultivate almost completely, the demon spirit in your body has been shattered by the shock, and you will not be able to bear it after a long time in your body wandering in your body like this. If you want to save your life, you'll have to disperse these demons. Although you will be beaten back to your original form, you can still cultivate again. Xiao Han looked at him and said, "Hehe...... Grandpa Qu often said that doctors are benevolent, but I have also been taught a lot, and I will not be polite to those who steal and cheat. I'm also a little unbearable, I want to explain to you, the fairy spirit I fed you in the past two days has some demonic energy, you can try to move your heart, is there an evil qi that will rush out of the obstacle. ”

Xiao Han looked at him after speaking, and the little demon on the low couch frowned inadvertently. Xiao Han asked softly: "Isn't it uncomfortable to be tight? Let's give you a few more days to open your eyes, you haven't woken up for half a month, and others still think that my medical skills are not good." I've always heard my grandfather say that the demons in the outside world are diligent in cultivating, and you are so lazy, you don't look like a serious demon. …… Oh, and besides, now only I can clean up your demonic energy. Hehe......" Xiao Han smiled and went out.

Instead of being angry, the little demon on the low couch smiled in his heart. After waking up two days ago, he used demon magic to press his heart very deeply, and he was actually seen by this little medicine fairy. That little medicine fairy really has deep spiritual power, and the fairy spirit he fed is pure and thorough, and even my demon root can be repaired. I thought I'd cheat a few more days. But he didn't want to be fed the demonic qi by him for a few days, and he didn't notice it at all, and the little demon suddenly appreciated this little medicine fairy very much. He knew that he was too badly injured, even if he rebuilt the demon root, he couldn't bear this scattered demon spirit in a short period of time, so he had to disperse. But we must not cut off the mantle like this, waste these tens of thousands of years of penance, and pass on the demonic art of this body no matter what. Oh! This little doctor fairy is very good.

As soon as Xiao Han walked out of the gate of the bamboo garden, he saw Xiao Bang running over, his head drooping. Xiao Han knew that he must have been bullied again. Laughing and raising his arms, Xiao Tyrant lay down aggrievedly.

The little bird flew over after Xiao Storm, and saw Xiao Han, who was already a thriving young man at the gate of the garden, smiled lightly, raised his arm and rubbed Xiao Storm's golden scales, and only hung a thin shirt, which was wet and attached to his body, outlining a vigorous silhouette. The little bird unconsciously retracted its wings and walked forward slowly. The morning light shone all the way, hitting the snow at the gate of the courtyard, reflecting on Xiao Han's sweat-soaked chest, shining with a piece of spring light. She saw Xiao Han turn her head and saw the little bird, the corners of her mouth were slightly raised to the left, and she looked at her with bright eyebrows and smiled: "Sister Little Bird, are you bullying my little tyrant again?" In an instant, the light changed, and a girl in a purple and green skirt with long hair scattered stood on the snow with pieces of falling feathers.

Xiao Han exclaimed in surprise: "Wow! Sister Xiaolu, you have cultivated into a human form!"

As soon as Xiao Yu looked over and happened to touch Xiao Han's surprised eyes, he was a little flustered and turned around unconsciously. The purple-green skirt that rose in the wind hit Di Moyu's white shirt, and she almost hit Di Moyu's chest. The little bird subconsciously took two steps back, raised his head, and Di Moyu looked at him with a stunned face. Her cheeks were crimson when she saw it. The little bird snatched Di Moyu's flute and knocked it on his chest, and said with a smile: "Does it hurt?"

Di Moyu came back to his senses, looked at the little donkey and said, "Little donkey...... You got into human form so quickly...... It's so nice!"

"You don't look like you're happy for me!" said the little donkey with a flute and a smile.

Xiao Han had already walked over, stretched out his hand excitedly, held the shoulders of the little bird and said, "Sister Xiao Yu, your appearance is really good-looking, but this head is not as good as when you are a bird." For the first time, Xiao Yu saw Xiao Han's face clearly, and under the thick eyebrows of the silkworm, a clear spring that seemed to be sprinkled with stars in the sky was looking at him. The high bridge of the nose hangs over the mountain stream, hooking the lips and reflecting a jubilant dimple. My heart was beating again. Xiao Han was so close, Xiao Yu felt the temperature of his chest blowing on his face wave after wave with the wind, and suddenly felt that his cheeks were hot and a little out of breath.