Chu Xuanye only felt that he had suffered hundreds of millions of injuries. He...... It's so hard!

The poisonous tongue of the Gu family, isn't it really ancestral?!

The sun is setting, the golden glow on the horizon reflects the whole sky, the glow, the clouds are steaming, gorgeous and remote, between the layers of gold dust clouds, there seems to be a mysterious palace slowly opening, attracting people can't help but snoop against the scorching light.

Under the reflection of the golden glow, there was a cheerful laughter from time to time in the small tea shop, and the clear laughter of the teenagers seemed to bring vitality to this early spring when the ice and snow were melting.

It wasn't until the sun set that everyone returned. And the four of them also returned to the courtyard where they lived.

Tonight's sky is exceptionally clear and clear, cloudless, and there is no moon. Snow-white moonlight leaks through the dense foliage, casting mottled images on the stone table.

Gu Ling played with the green jade bamboo flute with both hands, and gently leaned against the pear blossom tree next to the stone table, with a long posture, cold and handsome. The evening breeze came slowly, with a slight chill, blowing his bamboo-blue robe, and also blowing off some pear blossoms.

In this early spring when the first snow fell, he stood under the pear blossom tree, gently blowing the bamboo flute, the sound of the flute was far away and long, and the young man was chic and wanton.

Chu Xuanye put her hands on Gu Ling's shoulders a little bored, her whole head rested on it, and she looked at Gu Ling's cold face up close, her peach blossom eyes were full of smiles.

Feng Yu and Yun Tingxun sat on the stone bench next to the stone table.

Feng Yu is dressed in white and wins the snow like a fairy, and there seems to be a fairy aura under the moonlight, and his face is calm and light. He held a delicate teacup in his hand, and the tea smoke curled, which matched the sweet fragrance of pear blossoms.

Yun Tingxun wears a light blue gauze skirt, which is absolutely elegant, and the fairy is beautiful. She held a delicate and beautiful little face with one hand, and looked at Feng Yu opposite with a smile on the corner of her mouth.

At this time, Gu Ling's flute stopped. He put away the green jade bamboo flute, looked at Yun Tianxun and Feng Yu, and his voice was cold, making people unable to hear emotions: "Yu, when did you learn Yuyin?" "Temple Street

The smile on Chu Xuanye's face also subsided a little, and he sat down at the stone table with Gu Ling.

Feng Yu gently put down the teacup, looked at his best friends and brothers for many years, and said lightly: "During this time, something happened. And there are some things that I haven't had time to tell you yet. ”

Gu Ling still looked at Feng Yu.

Feng Yu said, "You all know that the Nine Songs Martyrdom comes from the Nine Heavens Divine Domain. ”

Gu Ling and Chu Xuanye nodded.

"I used to wonder why it was me, but then I realized that it was because of who I was. My mother is the one who left the Twelve Hallows in the Silver Fall Continent 10,000 years ago, the Silver Xi Goddess. Feng Yu didn't turn around and said directly.

"Silver Evening Priestess!"

Chu Xuanye and Gu Ling were both a little stunned.

For a moment, they felt that Feng Yu was far away, but it was clearly very close.

Gu Ling was a little dazed: "Then who are you?" ”

Feng Yu smiled in his eyes: "I am Feng Yu, from beginning to end." ”

For a moment, Gu Ling only felt that there was clarity in front of him, and his cold gaze gradually focused on Feng Yu, and he nodded lightly. Feng Yu is still Feng Yu, but there are more stories in his life experience, as long as he is still him, he still plays with them from childhood to adulthood, and he is still a partner who struggles and chases together, this is enough.

"My goodness, I have to digest it, Feng Yu, you are actually the son of the Yinxi Goddess." Chu Xuanye felt a little cloudy.