Wen Yunchuan saw that she liked to eat, so she picked a lot of them.

Anyway, with her kind of cultivation, what she eats is the same as ordinary fruits, and there is nothing else except for good taste.

After eating seven or eight in a row, Xinghe finally had his fill.

Wen Yunchuan looked at the two spirit fruits that had been picked in his hand and stuffed one into his mouth, the taste was really good.

But he, a small scum in the foundation building period, will overflow when he eats one spiritual power, and if he eats two dantians, he will explode directly.

Xinghe looked at the spirit fruit full of back mountains and couldn't help but sigh; "I wonder if this sake is good?"

She really just mentioned it casually.

Because she didn't know the preciousness of the lark fruit.

The villain's favorite thing to do is to please his master.

I went to the Scripture Pavilion and began to specialize in sake brewing!

Although he has average talent, he dares to call himself excellent for his dedication to wine!

That night, Wen Yunchuan carried a large jar of wine over, and the air was filled with a faint aroma of wine!

The distant galaxy smelled the fragrant wine, which was very mellow, and went directly out of the house.

Wen Yunchuan had already poured wine on the stone bench in the courtyard, as well as crane meat, which tasted very strong.

There was no need for any politeness, Wen Yunchuan's words had not yet been spoken, and Xinghe was already sitting opposite him.

The moon hanging in the sky, reflected in the celadon wine glass, is beautiful!

Xinghe picked up his wine glass, took the initiative to clink glasses with him, and said curiously; "Is this wine made from lark fruit?"

Wen Yunchuan touched the cup, his eyes were full of pride, and he chuckled; "Please smile, master."

Smelling the fragrance, but the mouth is extremely sweet, and when I get down, I know that there is a lot of stamina.

The fragrance in her throat was definitely the best she had ever drunk in years.

His eyes were shining, and he licked his lips!

The best in wine!

Wen Yunchuan was very happy, and gave her another chopstick crane meat and said; "Master, you taste it, this is made for you by the disciple himself, I know that you like spicy food, and I specially put a lot of chili peppers."

Cut the crane meat into a large piece.

But Galaxy likes the feeling of eating meat in a big way.

It is indeed a little spicy, worthy of the crane is not fishy, very chewy, and it is very comfortable to eat.

Xinghe feels that today is the happiest day in this plane, the best wine, the best meat~

The more I look at the villain, the more satisfied I am~

As a qualified apprentice, Wen Yunchuan must not let the master's wine glass be empty.

Same as that day.

Galaxy cup after cup.

Good wine does not burn the throat, and good wine does not burn the head.

Xinghe's favorite in the last plane is Li Bai's poems, I like his heroism, and I like his uninhibitedness.

took out the matching sword at his waist.

Draw your sword.

Wen Yunchuan couldn't stand it and almost knelt down directly.

This is still the case when Galaxy has not released any coercion.

Wen Yunchuan felt that he was too weak.

When he goes back at night, he will have to help him devour the demonic beasts in his body, otherwise he will neither dare to cultivate immortals nor enter demons.

Xinghe didn't notice his abnormality, because she only had Mingyue in her eyes at this time, and only the sword.

Wen Yunchuan gritted his teeth and was covered in cold sweat, which restrained his knees, which were already half-kneeling.

When I looked up and thought about what was happening, I saw a girl in white dancing with a sword in the moonlight.

The sword qi was too strong, Wen Yunchuan still knelt on the ground, but he didn't dare to look away for a moment!

The flowers that were scraped by the sword qi in the distance fell one by one.

Wen Yunchuan only drank a glass of wine, because this was the limit of his body.

But at this time, he really wanted to get drunk, and after pouring three glasses in a row, he was a little drunk, and the spiritual power in the wine also helped him break through the coercion she inadvertently revealed!

He also drew the sword from his waist, and got up.

I don't remember whether he has completed a thousand tasks or ten thousand tasks, every time he is sober, someone else's life, and he is just a passerby, he thinks about it and lives that boring life as an ordinary person, but he is sober and terrible, and he has never been drunk even when he is drunk.

Now he just wants to get drunk and forget that he is an outsider.

Gradually, Manman sat alone on the branch, holding a pot of lark wine in his hand, looking at the two people dancing with swords under the tree, the corners of his mouth rose bitterly.

In the entire Thousand Sect, she is only afraid of Qian Liuli.

And since the last incident, they seem to have reached a tacit understanding, as long as she is low-key in the Thousand Tribes, then she will treat her as if she does not exist.

After drinking a pot of wine, the figure disappeared into the shadows.

It's been too long since I've thought of him.

After dancing a song, Xinghe was paralyzed on the ground tired.

Wen Yunchuan was also lying next to her.

The sword was thrown on the ground at random.

Whether it's an immortal weapon or a spiritual weapon.

Wen Yunchuan was already on his head, looking at the sky full of petals, and stretched out his hand to hug the galaxy next to him.

Xinghe was already drunk and rubbed in his arms.

It seems that I want to find a comfortable place to sleep!

Wen Yunchuan didn't feel sleepy.

Muttering something to himself.

It seemed that Xinghe was noisy, and she covered his mouth with her hand a little impatiently.

An impatient whisper; "Be good, don't make trouble, sleepy".

Wen Yunchuan lowered his eyes and looked at the girl in front of him, and in a trance he felt very much like Su Su in the previous plane, quiet, gentle, and well-behaved.

Maybe the wine is too strong.

Maybe it's because the dream is too beautiful.

Wen Yunchuan pulled her hand away, lowered his head, and kissed her on the lips.

It's soft.

It also carries the fragrance of lark.

The moment he made contact, Wen Yunchuan jumped up, and then fled in a panic.

It wasn't until half an hour later that he returned.

looked around with a thief's heart.

Then the princess carried her back to the house.

Taking care of the drunk, he felt that he was already too good.

I kind of miss the last plane, taking care of the trivial troubles of the drunk.

Help her cover the quilt.

Pour good water.

Gently close the door.

The moon hanging in the sky was round and bright.

The corners of his mouth went up.

Today was his happiest day on this plane.

It was already seven days after Xinghe woke up, and he had a splitting headache, but fortunately, his spiritual power could force the remaining wine in his body to go out, and he was sober and comfortable in a moment.

Listening to the sound of rustling outside, he walked out of the courtyard and saw a bunch of elders standing around Wen Yunchuan, pointing and pointing.

"Why are there only 300 lark fruits this year? Nearly a thousand in previous years? ”。

"Senior Brother Yun has just left, and this kind of big thing happened, what should I do?".

"Senior Nephew Wen, did you hide the other lark fruits?"

"Now there are only three hundred, and the elders don't have enough to send them, but how can it be good!".

"Oh, that's good!"

“…….”。

Wen Yunchuan lowered his eyes, staring at the tips of his shoes a little carelessly.

He also secretly yawned, guessing in his heart when the master would wake up.

Eh, these old guys are so noisy.

Isn't it just a little fruit? As for such a big battle? Didn't he keep a third of it?

I knew it was all picked!