In the seventh country, on the bank of the Lanxing River, along the bluestone road, there was a sound of "knock-knock" from the wooden bangzi, indicating the arrival of the seventy-two days of Lingyi and the underworld.

Under the banner of the slight movement in the wind, the "wine sellers" seem to be appeasing the homeless creatures in the middle of the night.

In the Forget Worry Tavern, one god and one dragon are looking at each other.

Ling Yi rolled up her wide sleeves and said, "Why don't you go to sleep yet?"

The candle dragon twisted the dragon's body, turned into a human form, sat down and poured a full bowl of tea soup for himself, just reached his lips, and seemed to think of something, put down the wide bowl, and said: "When I first saw Yeqing Daleng, she said to me that she owed me a favor. ”

Ling Yi's eyebrows were slightly raised, as if he was being stirred up, and his tone was still lukewarm, and he asked, "What kind of favor?"

Chang Cheng said: "Well, it's a long story. ”

Ling Yi said: "When did you learn to like to play tricks like Lu Wu?"

The clouds rushed away, and the deep, restrained moonlight swept unreservedly across his sideburns, leaving no trace and swept away a faint sigh.

Chang Cheng said: "I have a story, I wonder if Gongzi is willing to make it into a pot of wine?"

Ling Yi was stunned for a moment, his expression changed sharply, and he said, "How can you joke about this!"

Changyan smiled playfully and said, "Of course I know that the child's assertion that only the spirit of the human mind is beautiful, and its story can be used in wine to pay tribute to the Palm Dream God King." However, people often say that the dragon among people, the dragon chapter and phoenix posture, the sun horn dragon face, and the hope son Jackie Chan, it can be seen that the final answer pursued by people has to return to me, the 'dragon'. If there is a fate, what is the fate? Don't you still have prejudice in your heart and think that my story is not worth drinking?"

Ling Yi was silent, the tea bowl in his hand tightened, and immediately turned into a light smoke-colored mist and dispersed in the wind.

"Say it. ”

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