Sang Xia only felt that the whole person was extremely light, so light that it seemed that he was about to fly.

So happy, inexplicably happy, so happy!

The peach blossom dew is so fragrant, like the green grass that once lay down, like countless nights spent with my mother, like Fusu's smiling face, and like, like a voice.

A voice that sounded like it was only for her, and she thought it was very good, softer than the spring breeze and more peaceful than the autumn sun.

She squinted, half-tilted her head and listened attentively.

“... You" wide, round eyes that narrowed into the shape of a crescent moon suddenly opened, but you could see that they had lost their focus.

Sang Xia, who was obviously drunk, pursed his lips and pointed at the man in white with his index finger, "Little... Chickens, ah, no, small... Ji, Ji Wen Wang's Ji, well, you cook, really, hiccup... It's delicious, it's great... It tastes great..."

The process of drunkenness is like falling into a gentle trap, slow, comfortable, and charming to the eye.

Some people are drunk and crazy, some people are irritable, some people are sexually promiscuous...

There are also people who relax because of the paralysis of alcohol, so the most innocent state of the whole person comes out.

Sang Xia is obviously the latter, slurring his tongue with a big tongue special effects and muttering and talking, how cute and cute it is.

“... You" keep this position unchanged, your whole body moves ninety degrees to the right, and your fingers point at the man in the brown shirt "You... Who is it?"

"Zhang San..."

Before he finished speaking, he only heard a 'snap'.

Xiao Ji, the man in white, squinted his eyes and leaned back, as if the palm was slapped on him.

The man in the brown shirt looked at the palm that was slapping straight at him, still resting on his shoulder in disbelief.

Thankfully, it's not the face!

Bang bang, the palm of the hand slapped three times in a row, one palm heavier than the other.

I really didn't see it at all, this girl is really not small!!

"Don't lie, it's not good to lie, you, %¥#@是坏伦吗?"

Xiao Ji scratched her head, sighing in her heart that the stamina of peach blossom brewing is so great?!

glanced at the bottle that had bottomed out, and thought that he hadn't taken a few sips, and suddenly felt that Sangxia, who had been drunk and forgot his shape, "You deserve it", hahaha.

"Say, who are you, who are you..."It turns out that the side effect of getting drunk and becoming more cute is long-windedness, and there is a slight violence.

After a continuous crackle, someone's shoulder felt like it was going to be beaten unusually high.

"Kita, Ya, and Living"

The brown-shirted man turned his head and grabbed Sang Xia's hand, looked at her lake-like eyes, and said word by word.

“...... Full... The person who was caught by the hand didn't know whether he was frightened or suddenly sober, and he looked into the speaker's eyes in a daze.

But it was only for a moment.

Seconds later, the person who was caught in the hands of the man in the brown shirt began to laugh again, grabbed his hand and pressed it on the table, "Write, write, how to write?"

Well, it sounded quite kind at this time, and immediately she spit out three words very seriously, "Xiao Misheng... Hahaha..."

The brown-shirted man's face sank, and he coldly raised his hand to pick up Sang Xia like a puppy, and quickly came to the living room through the glass corridor.

"Yayoi..." Ji Rongyuan immediately stopped laughing and chased nervously all the way.

"Yayoi, what are you going to do?"

"Time is running out. ”

The brown-shirted man was anxious, but there was still no expression on his face.

Sanxia was so confused that he seemed to lose consciousness, his head drooping, like a shell controlled by some kind of force, suspended in the air of the living room.

The brown-shirted man who calls himself Kitayayoi raises his right hand diagonally to his chin, his index finger and middle finger are firmly together and erect, and his thumb is pressed against the other two fingers at the palm of his hand.

Bursts of blue light swam out of his forehead, slowly reaching out to the floating Sanxia.

His lips twitched and he whispered something, and he couldn't make out what language he was pronouncing from the bytes' pronunciation.

But Sanxia, who was in a daze, seemed to sense this sound and moved slightly in the air.

Time passed, but Sang Xia only moved slightly during the whole process, and then there was no reaction.

Ji Rongyuan's brows furrowed, standing beside Bei Yayoi staring at the two of them with a solemn expression, while his hands drooped, and his left and right palms contained a light gray light.

Kitayayoi closed his eyes and recited the obscure spell, and the moment he opened his eyes, a human form outlined by a light cyan light light broke out of his body, and headed straight for Sangxia.

There was a strange sound of metal slicing across metal.

Almost at the same time, Ji Rongyuan's two palms emitted two thin clouds of light gray light, forming an invisible layer of qi waves in the living room.

At the same time as the metallic sound came out, this wave of qi caught the falling Sanxia and the humanoid light that rushed towards her and was bounced off by some unknown force.

The light gray light formed by the air wave seemed to have tentacles to hold up the humanoid light, perhaps under the impact of great force, and the place where the air wave and the edge of the living room met were flooded with layers of light waves.

"Why?" the humanoid glow roared as she looked at the unconscious Sanxia in disbelief.

"Yayoi, go back to the body, quickly. Ji Rongyuan hurriedly shouted, "Someone is coming!

............

It was raining on a quiet night, and the doorbell rang.

Fusu stood anxiously in front of a high-walled courtyard gate, the bright light of his mobile phone screen shining on his face. Putting away the rainproof light curtain around his body, the trench coat was soon soaked with the dense rain.

The door creaked and opened.

"Oh, who?"

"I'm sorry, sir, I'm here to pick up Sangxia. Following the WeChat location to find here, Fusu was sure that he was not looking for the wrong place.

"Oh, hello hello, inside please. Ji Rongyuan opened the door, his face full of politeness.

Fusu's long legs went straight in, three steps and one step, and he arrived at the battlefield in seconds, oh no, the living room.

"Fusu, you're here, Susu..."

Sang Xia, who was bouncing in the living room, immediately jumped in front of him the moment he saw Fusu, lifted his coat very easily, rubbed his face on the sweater on his chest, and smelled it deeply, like a person who had just seen his master...

"What did you give her to drink?" Fu Su squinted his eyes and looked at the two bad men who Lin Ran called some kind of teacher.

The face is not good-looking, extremely unsightly. It's hard to see and feel like it's going to explode every minute.

It seems that he has been prepared for a long time, "Oh, this gentleman" Ji Rongyuan was still full of politeness, but the tone of his voice obviously had an element of deliberate imitation, "It's just that Miss Sang has a shallow amount of alcohol, this is just peach blossom dew, and it's really rare to be drunk." ”

"Go home... Fusu, go home..."At this time, Sang Xia had already shrunk into his loose trench coat.

Fusu glanced at each of the two bad men with a gloomy face and black lines, without saying a word, picked up Sang Xia, picked up the bag, turned around and walked out.

In Fusu's eyes, these two men are just ordinary people.

No, it's two prodigal sons. Or two guys who are trying to mistreat Xiao Sangxia, obscene and shameless...

No, I have to go back to Shi Xuanxuan and Lin Ran to settle accounts.

Lao Tzu quit. No, my daughter-in-law is gone.

.....................

In the living room, the lights are bright.

"Who does he think he is!!"

After Fusu walked away and confirmed that he had left in an instant, the man in white, Ji Rongyuan, raised his hand, and a bronze hollow ball with a foggy white light floated in from a corner of the front yard.

The intricately carved dragon pattern on the ball is somewhat similar to the totem in the courtyard but slightly different. Ji Rongyuan put away the ball, turned around and walked to the brown-shirted man standing by the glass wall on the other side, his tone was cold, and he didn't have the warm and cowardly temperament he had before.

The stream in the backyard was strangely still at this time, as if it had been frozen in an instant, but it still maintained its liquid form, so it looked even more weird.

"He's the son of Fusu," the brown-shirted man, Kita Yayoi, said in a more cold tone, "and the person she admires at this time." ”

"Yayoi..."Feeling the coldness in his tone, Ji Rongyuan didn't know how to answer, "Why did Shengsheng eject you just now?"

"Ah Rong Genshin hasn't awakened yet, and it doesn't seem that it will work for me to forcibly call her. Time is running out, and if she doesn't wake up again... I'm afraid we won't have a chance!"

The face of the brown-shirted man Kita Yayoi finally had an expression like a thousand years of frost. It's just that this expression is so cold that anyone except Ji Rongyuan will be afraid when they look at it!

The last wind of late autumn blew through the night, and the sky was not yet bright.

In the distance, where light and dark black meet, there seems to be an obscure dividing line.

Between autumn and winter, between the past life and the present life.