The bright moon rises in the sky, in the vast sea of clouds, the autumn wind blows thousands of miles, and the words are sad and tearful. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Oh no, sad tears? How can you be sad, you are full of wine and food, and it is too late to be happy.

It's just that this wine was originally intended by Zuo Qingming to get drunk on Su Ling, and he was barely sober in the house just now, and he was recovering from a serious injury, and now the wine strength is uncomfortable everywhere. If you want to say that your alcohol consumption is really bad, and you haven't seen a few glasses, why can't you go in a straight line?

The night breeze was cold, Xi Xi was blowing, Su Ling couldn't help but shiver, and wanted to wrap his clothes tightly and walk forward, but found that he was so thinly dressed that he didn't even have a warm coat, Zuo Qingming's guy was so confident in himself, so sure that Su Ling would spend the night with him?

The night was dark, and he was ordered not to hold the lamp around, and he couldn't see his five fingers, Su Ling was drunk again, and his five senses were unusual, and he didn't see the slip under his feet clearly, and he was about to fall down the steps!

The moment he staggered forward, he suddenly stretched out a hand in the darkness and took Su Ling into his arms in time, and his voice was cold: "You are so drunk that you can't even see the road clearly, and I didn't notice that I was so close to you?" ”

The voice was familiar to her, indifferent and distant, low but mixed with a warm texture - it was the night.

Su Ling was stunned suddenly, the wine woke up a lot, looked up at the person holding him and blurted out, "Why are you here?!" ”

Yes, there's no reason why she shouldn't find out about the night, she has a keen sense of inspiration, even the slightest aura fluctuation she can detect, although the wine will hinder it, but it is not so close that she can't find it...

The hand was quietly released, and Ye Ying looked down at Su Ling, who was frowning, and for some reason he was sharp, and said coldly: "Noticed?" As I said a long time ago, this assassination is far from being as peaceful as it seems. ”

Zuo Qingming, this guy is very capable, he actually drugged her?!

Su Ling rubbed his chin with his hand, thinking about what was wrong with the relief, there was no problem with the wine, and there was no problem with the food......

After a while, the two spoke in unison.

"Headpin."

"Headpin!"

But one is amazed, and the other is calm.

She remembered that when the grandmother combed her hair, there was always a strange fragrance on the wooden comb, and at that time she only thought it was the technique of the maids, in order to make her fragrant, it turned out to be the fragrance of the drug, which weakened her five senses, and then brought a hairpin with the medicine bag hidden, thus weakening her inspiration!

Su Ling grabbed the thing on his head, his expression was awe-inspiring, obviously angry, Ye Ying saw her like this, hurriedly grabbed her wrist, shook his head, "He is in a high position, and he is a thorn, it is not good to deal with him, besides, you are a psychic, who knows if you will be drunk and hurt people, it is understandable for him to do this." ”

Su Ling was serious: "Do I look like a drunken man?" ”

Night is also serious: "Like." ”

Although she is angry that Zuo Qingming is playing small tricks, she is not the same, pretending to be drunk and talking nonsense, knowingly asking, people's hearts are not like this, what reason does she have to blame others.

As he spoke, Su Ling leaned at the night next to him, "When did you come and how much did you overhear?" ”

"Eavesdropping?" Nightshade asked, "I don't think I need to eavesdrop." ”

That's right, the position where he stood was more than ten meters away from the room, and it was a bit too much to say that he was eavesdropping, after all, this guy was a psychic, and his ear power was no better than ordinary people, and the distance of more than ten meters was not eavesdropping.

Su Ling only hated himself for drinking so much, and he couldn't even quarrel well!

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A few people woke up early in the morning of the second day, Xiong Jieba was able to walk freely on the ground, and Su Ling's injuries were almost healed, so it was time to prepare to return to the Spirit Village.

After breakfast, Su Ling carried the packed luggage and went back with Bajie, and when he entered the door, Ye Ming was drinking tea, looking at the gossip stick in Su Ling's hand, he was startled at first, and then his expression returned to calm, and he asked lightly where the thing came from, Su Ling didn't tell him, it was all revenge, but looking at Xiong Jieba's cowardice, he must have told Ye Ming after her pressure.

The road must have been bumpy, and with two more injuries that had just recovered, the foot journey was not fast, and Zuo Qingming seemed to have calculated, and exchanged the food of the two of them for three dark brown BMWs in the past few days.

Outside the gate of Jinzhou City, Song Wei, Xu Ze and a few guards saw off Su Ling and his party, but they didn't see Zuo Qingming alone, and only sent a small servant to say that he was busy with affairs and had no time, so he sent a package full of food as an apology. Su Ling originally rolled his eyes, but when he looked at the bag of cooked meat, his face immediately changed to a smile.

This thief...

Su Ling threw the package full of cooked meat directly to Xiong Jieba, and then asked the little guy to tell Zuo Qingming to thank him for his hospitality.

Xiong Jieba was smashed in the face, and he was indignant: "I'm also sick anyway, why let me take my luggage, why don't you let Ye Ming take it!" ”

Su Ling looked surprised: "You don't want to take it?" That's it. As he spoke, he snatched the package and handed it in the direction of the night underworld, and said, "Those who have no merit don't eat, let's stay on the road and enjoy this thing slowly!" ”

Xiong Jiebayi was so relieved when he heard this, he almost forgot the contents of this package, and he was bound to not be able to ask Ye Ying to snatch it, so he snatched it and put it on his back. The two big packages on his back don't look big anymore, who made him carry a bear's waist.

So it was really time to separate, and the three of them got on their horses, said goodbye to the others, and rode away.

Out of Jinzhou all the way north is the Spirit Village, which is not too far for the vast Eastern Continent, but... For the ant-like existence of this land, the people are far away, even if they have Jinzhou's good feed and the three of them are bumpy, they only saw a corner of the Spirit Village for two days.

It was a clear day, and the night asked the two of them to get up at the same time, an hour earlier than usual. The so-called "Wangshan Running Dead Horse", they saw the Spirit Village in the distance, but they still had to walk for most of the day to arrive.

Now that he has entered the realm of the Spirit Village, the scenery within his field of vision is immediately different. The trees, flowers, pits, and slopes that look sour are almost all gone, replaced by golden mango fields one after another, acre after acre, mountain after mountain.

The endless rice fields are a good time for the autumn harvest, and they seem to be singing under the cool autumn breeze, welcoming them under the sun and rain. On the mountains and slopes as far as the eye can see, there are farmers in peasant clothes working in the fields, looking up from time to time to wipe the sweat from their foreheads. Countless rice sorghum lined up neatly in the procession, wriggling at the teasing of the wind.

Su Ling seemed to begin to understand what Xiong Jieba said, and everyone was a family when they entered the Spirit Village

But there is still one thing I don't understand: isn't the Spirit Village a place where psychics live, what are you doing with so many crops? Could it be that this industry has been in a recession recently, and the village chief has enlightened everyone to open up the secondary industry?