Everyone saw that the pavilion lord who had fallen into the country and the city, and he had aged so much at this time, they couldn't help but express their sympathy for him, and the goddess of Heavenly Court who was good to be the goddess of Heaven has now become a yellow-faced woman of Heavenly Court, and no matter who it is, they have to need a buffer period to accept this fact.

"It's a pity that such a beautiful face is now like this." Many of the men present felt that the pavilion master expressed pity, not only them, but even those fairies also felt sorry for the old face.

Now the two most beautiful women on the field, one has become much older, and the other is already famous, and the men who were still thinking about them before have all retreated, walking, flying, and not leaving much.

"Pavilion Master, if you don't want it, you can give it to me, why make yourself so old all of a sudden." The fairies can't wait to put Meng Lianpeng's face on their bodies, so that they can attract more men.

And now, Meng Lianpeng is a middle-aged man in her forties and fifties, no longer as young as a girl, only more simplicity remains, like a piece of jade that has been carefully carved, which is exerting her brilliance.

But not everyone thinks it's not very good-looking, and some people think that the pavilion owner looks more charming, and it looks much more attractive.

Qu Bing burst into tears, slowly deepening her hand to touch her dear pavilion master, Meng Lianpeng shook her head with a smile, and the wrinkles on her face were all visible because of this smile.

For a woman, this beautiful face can be more important than her own life, but for Meng Lianpeng, who has lived for thousands of years, there is something more important than his appearance now, that is, Qu Bing.

"Come home with him, and have a grand wedding, I may not be able to go to it." Meng Lianpeng grabbed Qu Bing's jade hand with her hand with faint age spots, and rubbed it vigorously before leaving her face from her palm.

The mixed pupil was still in his hands, and he turned his eyes and said, "Wait for fifty years, remember to come and get it." ”

As soon as the words fell, the mixed pupils burst into a dazzling red light, flashing Yang Ying and Qu Bing had no choice but to close their eyes to avoid the light.

When I opened my eyes again, I found that the familiar person was gone.

Qu Bing wanted to cry without tears, and wanted to reach out and grab the last trace of warmth, but unfortunately there was nothing else to feel his breath except for the faint fragrance.

Yang Ying was so sad when she saw her, and she felt so uncomfortable in her heart, so she could only hug Qu Bing tightly and use her body to warm her.

Gently patted her on the back with his hand, giving her a wisp of her own spine so that her choked voice would be relieved, "Don't be afraid, and me." ”

The rest of the audience are not happy to see this scene, it seems that the next Red Pavilion will no longer have today's highlights as in previous years, because the people who are worth watching are no more.

"Alas, how can there be a feast in the world that will not be dispersed, and those who should go will naturally go, and those who should come will naturally come." Chen Le put his hands behind his back and inspected everything in this venue.

Everyone also parted happily, unlike in the previous sessions, with the voice of the pavilion master, they left happily, this time except for sadness, there was no longer too much expectation.

Chen Le stroked the seven-star sword on his waist and walked downstairs.

Out of the Orchid Pavilion, I saw that the bustling crowd had begun to stand one after another, and only Yang Ying and Qu Bing, a pair of hard-working mandarin ducks, were left in the venue.

I don't know if they will recognize each other if they can choose again, Meng Lianpeng dedicated her great love for Qu Bing's great love.

Although the conference was not as breathtaking as previous editions, it was the most influential and precedent-setting one.

Qu Bing, choked up, squatted down, trying to grab the dust from the place where Meng Lianpeng had stood, but when the wind blew, there was nothing left except the fragrance of hair.

That night, the venue was restored to its original appearance, and the venue that had been dilapidated by the competition was filled again, and the vermilion attic was still standing in place, but it was less brightly lit than before, because today, the pavilion owner who attracted the man was no longer radiant, and sat on his own position on the top of the pavilion, and everything else was working normally.

"Fifty years should be enough." Meng Lianpeng looked at the Yang Mansion who was holding a banquet in the distance and said, and then closed her eyes tiredly.

In this Yang family, the feast was held lively, Qu Bing was still dressed in red, but this time the red dress was changed to bridal makeup, and a hijab was also worn on his head.

The City Lord's Mansion naturally also came, and Yang Xinyun also came to celebrate the New Year with his own gifts.

But Chen Le was alone, with a seven-star sword given by the so-called 'system', and returned to the video game city by himself.

Looking at the simple wooden door and everything familiar around him, Chen Le's spirit seemed to be washed all at once, and he was very relaxed.

He was familiar with the noise, and suddenly returned to a quiet area, inevitably a little uncomfortable, and there were no groups of people waiting for him at the gate of the video game city as he expected at the beginning.

The moonlight shone above the arcade, shining on the plaque made of peach wood, and the dark clouds hurried back to their place to sleep peacefully.

"I understand now that no place is as good as home." Looking at the three big characters in the video game city, he walked quickly to the door.

I saw that the straw paper that was pasted on the door before was gone, and Chen Le didn't bother to care, most of it was blown away by the wind, or it was taken away by the guests who came.

There was a hurried running sound in his ears, "Is the news of Heavenly Court so well-informed now, I just came back, and someone came to play games." Chen Le is satisfied in his heart, it seems that there are still people with intentions in this world, especially in this game, and his intentions are even better.

A man who looked like a family member hurriedly ran over with a red invitation.

Ran to the gate of the video game city, snorted and half squatted down and gasped, suddenly raised his head and stared at Chen Le, and asked, "Dare to ask you is the shopkeeper of the video game city, Chen Le?" The black pupils couldn't see clearly in the night, but listening to its voice, she felt that she was looking forward to it.

Chen Lehu nodded suspiciously and admitted his identity, "It's me." At the same time, he stretched out his right hand and grasped the hilt of the seven-star sword at his waist.

It was as if the seven-star sword had also felt that its master had grasped it, and the two gems flickered with light, changed and disappeared, faster than the blink of an eye from the stars in the sky.