"Where?" Forget the dust asked.

The master of the flower room smiled, "Xianjun can't wait?" However, if you tell the Immortal Monarch in the future, the Immortal Monarch may not be able to obtain it. Let's make a deal. ”

Forget the dust helplessly looked at the people, the owner of the flower garden peach blossom source secluded from the world, and has never been dirty. It's so hard to deal with now, and I don't know where I learned my temperament.

I actually feel a little like the prisoner war master, that unreasonable look. Forget the dust and look up helplessly. "How can the owner of the flower room be informed, you might as well say it bluntly. Why bother here for the unforgettable dust, the forgotten dust has not had a holiday with the owner of the flowers. ”

Hearing this, the master of the flower room smiled slightly. The cup was replaced with new tea, and the faint aroma was lingering, and the tea fragrance was pleasant.

"The clear air of Xuanyuan Ding, in the early years, the real people of the jade market were fortunate enough to obtain half a lamp and enshrine it on the jade market platform. It's just that this Jade Ruins real person has always been stingy, and you may not be able to get it. ”

After listening to the words of the master of the flowers, Forget the dust couldn't help but cry bitterly. Frowning slightly, the real person of the jade ruin is notoriously stingy, and his jade ruin platform has always been forbidden for outsiders to enter. Not to mention coveting his purity.

I'm afraid that before I entered, I was already beaten out. The real people of Yuxu have always ignored the affairs of the divine realm, and there is no way to talk about the thin face of the prisoner war lord. Now it seems that we still have to see the tricks, no matter how difficult it is, we must always give it a try.

Wangchen smiled and said calmly, "Thank you for telling the master of the flower room, although I don't know what the master of the flower room wants." However, in the future, if the owner of the flowers has a request, Forget the dust must have a request. Even if it is this life, it will not be spared. ”

The owner of the flower room turned around and left in a dashing manner, falling a peach blossom. Forget the dust looked at the peach blossoms in this place and frowned, but in order to get out of the customs as soon as possible, he always had to go to this trip. Thinking about the recent concession of the master of the flower room, it is probably for the sake of Wanyu's god.

This woman is not only beautiful in appearance, but also extraordinary in origin. He couldn't help but think of the worries of the prison war, and the rumors of the goddess's return recently. Wanyu's gods are in the demon realm, which is even more worrying.

In the demon realm, Wanyu's body gradually improved, and the previous wound had scabbed. The spirit is also much better than before, she looked at the hibiscus flowers that were sent every day, both helpless and distressed.

She didn't have an aura on her body yet, and she couldn't do anything. I can only watch the clouds roll around, the sun rises and sets. My favorite is the starlight, which is not gorgeous, but it is also beautiful.

On this day, she looked at the starlight in the courtyard, and it was not dazzling. There is a natural beauty in the seclusion. Qingchen deliberately made the courtyard by people, according to her preference for tranquility, using Daiwa white walls.

Quiet and elegant, quiet and far-reaching.

Wanyu is in this courtyard, and she can always think of those days in the mortal world. It's extraordinary, but it's always smiling. A little cinnabar sets the world, and husband and wife join hands to grow old. After all, the world is the center.

Qingchen did take a lot of effort, but this is not the Fangyu Palace or the Scarlet Garden after all. Those past events have been like smoke, and now I think of it as if I am in a different world, and I sigh more.

"Demon Venerable, you're here."

Wanyu was looking at a peach blossom tree in the courtyard, and suddenly heard the report and couldn't help but look back. Today's Qingchen Demon Venerable was wearing a green robe, and he looked at it and remembered those days in the God Realm.

He taught her to make wine, to raise flowers, to write, and to cook wine.

"Yu'er, Tsing Yi specially prepared. Do you think I look good in it? Qingchen smiled, folded the peach blossom on the side and put it in her hair.

Three thousand green silk is like a waterfall, a little red and scorching.

"It's good-looking, and the Demon Venerable is already handsome." Wanyu said with a smile.

"It's just that I don't know how long the Demon Venerable will imprison Wanyu, and after such a lot of trouble to build a courtyard, Wanyu won't stay for long. Why waste time and effort. Wanyu still likes the scenery of Fangyu Palace, here, after all, it is dark. ”

She only had to smile a little, and his heart fell. Qingchen looked at her, he liked her, he liked her to death. But in her eyes, there has never been him. Even now, I still want to escape.

"Yu'er, are you blaming me for being a demon venerable, blaming me for imprisoning you? But I had no choice. Qingchen smiled bitterly, and he conjured two pots of wine, "Do you remember this wine?" I once let you taste it. ”

Wanyu sniffed the aroma of the wine, and took a sip full of fragrance, but the bitterness of the aftertaste. It's like a pinprick, just like their relationship, they used to talk about everything, and they were happy every day. Now they have an indescribable alienation, drifting away and becoming silent.

"Remember, this wine calls for sorrow. I remember when you first brewed it, you were very sad, and said that this wine may mean parting with sorrow, parting from sorrow, and the most sad of all. ”

Wanyu couldn't help but feel a little worried, she knew that Qingchen had always been preoccupied. I've always been afraid of loneliness. In the past, when Qingchen was still a wine fairy, she laughed and made trouble by her side. She called him Qingchen brother all day long and asked him what the red dust outside was.

Now that he's a Demon Venerable, everything has changed. Qingchen has a supreme position, and countless people have surrendered, but he feels more and more lonely, and the people he loves are thinking about others.

He drank a pot of sorrow, slightly intoxicated. But he is becoming more and more sober.

"Yu'er, I'll take you somewhere. I think you're going to love it and you're going to miss it. ”

Wanyu wanted to refuse, but looking at his appearance, she had no spiritual power. I can only listen to his heart's desire and follow him. Maybe going to that place will make him change his mind.

Ah Zhan, I don't know if you're okay now. If I can get rid of my bondage, I will seek you. For the sake of today's plan, he can only obey the Dust Clearing Demon Venerable first, preserve his strength, and let him relax his vigilance.

Waiting for an opportunity to recover his spiritual power and escape.

"Okay." Seeing Wanyu responding, Qingchen smiled happily. He was apprehensive for a long time before making an invitation, for fear that Wanyu would not agree, so he refused all his requests.

Maybe his concubine didn't reject being with him, Qingchen thought to himself. He had already arranged everything, just waiting for Wanyu to agree. Letting her stay in the Demon Realm during this time must have suffocated her.

"Yu'er, do you really agree?" Qingchen asked again uncertainly, and he finally waited for her approval. Even if Wanyu still has a prison war in his heart, he believes that dripping water pierces stones.

"Well, I promise you, where are we going?" Wanyu was thinking about a way to get out, maybe outside the demon world, she could find a way to get out of the confines of Qingchen.

But even if she gets rid of the confinement, she has no spiritual power, how can she go back to the divine realm. Informing the people of the divine realm where she is another problem.

Wanyu rubbed her head helplessly, it was a cold winter in the world at the moment. Qingchen has cultivation and is not afraid of the cold, but Wanyu is different. She has no spiritual power now, and she is recovering from a serious injury, and it is difficult to resist the severe cold of the world.

So Qingchen prepared a winter squirrel embroidered short jacket and a neon gold brocade horse-faced skirt for her. There is also a white plum embroidered red tweed cloak, which is the warmest and close-fitting.

Wanyu looked at this new dress in surprise, the size was exactly the same, she wore this one, but it looked a little better.

"I made it for you with my own hands, and I saw that you like the clothes of the world, so I prepared the materials early. I thought that I would give it to you when it was done, but it turned out to be done, but I experienced so many twists and turns. ”

Qingchen sighed helplessly, and Wanyu didn't know where to start for a while. I could only smile and change the subject.

"Your craftsmanship is really excellent, such embroidery, I'm afraid that the brocade division of the god realm can't compare to what happens."

Listening to her praise, Qingchen's mood improved again.

"If you like it, I can make your clothes in the future." Qingchen said proudly.

"Well, we're going to the world? At this time, only the world is cold and cold. Wanyu suddenly came back to her senses. I couldn't help asking.

"Yes, do you miss that liquor store, we'll go there today. I haven't been back for a long time. I don't know if the smell of wine there is still without me. ”

Wanyu recalled those things in the world, whether bitter or sweet, they were all tastes.

Even though he fell into the devil, Qingchen never blamed her, nor did he feel bad. Except for bringing her to the Demon Realm to imprison this time, there is nothing out of the ordinary.

He was originally a gentle person, and even if he fell into the devil, it would still make people feel distressed. It's a pity that I'm too self-conscious, and I never know what I'm looking for.

Wanyu obediently followed him to the Guiyin wine store, and the shopkeeper had changed. It's not the way it was in the old days, the world has gone through years and years, and I don't know how many years have passed.

She couldn't help but sigh at the vicissitudes of the world, they were no longer the ones they were at that time, even the gods couldn't escape the passage of time, let alone mortals. Looking at the person in front of her, she skillfully ordered a pot of old wine, and she also followed his example and ordered a pot of old wine.

Two pots of old wine, sitting opposite each other. It's like returning to that human reunion, and it's like this. It's just that now, things are a little more complicated.

"Yu'er, I respect you."

Wanyu looked around, and the layout here was still the same as when he was there, and it hadn't changed at all. It seems that the shopkeeper is also a person with a story, and he likes such old and elegant furnishings.

"Why do you want to honor me?" She asked, puzzled.

"Naturally, it's for you to accompany me here and miss the old past." Qingchen smiled, but his eyebrows were full of sadness and loss.

She couldn't help but feel a little sad, the past scenes emerged one after another, only in the wine, the mirrors and flowers were empty, and those pasts were only left in the past.

"Demon Venerable, you know what I mean." Wanyu smiled slightly and drank the pot of mortal wine. It was the first time she and he had drunk wine on earth.

The wine in the world is a little more spicy, but it has a bit of a taste. Although it is not as good as the craftsmanship of the Dust Wine Fairy, it is not bad. Come to think of it, this place must have inherited the craftsmanship of dust.

"Why don't you get drunk and not go home?" Qingchen suggested.

Wanyu looked at him and said with a smile, "If you don't get drunk, you won't return." ”

Qingchen became more and more drunk, and Wanyu watched him drink it all. Knowing that he is entangled in all kinds of things, only here can he empty himself and just want to get drunk.

The breeze blew, and she got up and closed the window. Escaping at this time, where can she go. Not surprisingly, Qingchen was drunk again, and the name she murmured in her dream was still her.

Tears slipped from the corners of his eyes, and Wanyu's heart ached. Why is it so painful to torture yourself like this?