Mu Yan casually explained a few words to Xiao Liu, telling him that he should strengthen his defense in the past few days and not take it lightly.

In fact, he is now also a person who can take on great responsibilities, and he no longer screams when encountering problems, but calmly and calmly.

When night fell, there was a slight coolness in the air, and Mu Yan changed his red shirt after bathing, and it was still a green shirt, which was a little less glamorous and a little more cold.

In just a few hours, the defense of the Spirit Sword Sect has strengthened a few points, and Xiao Liu, intentionally or unintentionally, mentioned that the formation of Fengluo is just a decoration for the demon world.

Although everyone was afraid and half-convinced, everyone subconsciously cheered up the spirit.

Mu Yan also felt for the first time that this was what the Immortal Family Sect should look like, not so lifeless, like a salted fish.

She sat under the peach tree, took out a pot of wine and put it on the table, and when she opened it, a smell of flowers came to her nose.

Mu Yan approached the spout of the pot and sniffed it, and sure enough, it was full of floral fragrance and refreshing.

He Lao, this is a wine made from osmanthus? Coupled with the divine power that Junli once injected, it is easy to hear it.

It feels like bees can be attracted, with the fragrance of peach blossoms, a little rich.

Mu Yan picked up the wine jug, raised his head and took a few sips, the taste was excellent, and he felt that the whole person was a little refreshed.

The peach forest was very quiet, the breeze blew the petals off, spread all over the ground, Mu Yan looked at the swirling petals, and was in a trance.

She rubbed her eyebrows, only to feel that the wine was too high, and secretly sighed that this flower wine was so strong.

Her heart was full of bitterness, whether she was drunk or not, sure enough, it still depends on her mood, and all the grievances and troubles will be dissipated with the fragrance of wine.

In a daze, it seemed that someone had come from outside the peach forest, and his clothes were flying, sweeping the petals on the ground.

His appearance always makes the sun and the moon irrelevant, the flowers and plants hang shyly, elegant and noble, and the abundance is unparalleled.

Mu Yan raised his eyes to stare at the figure, and muttered a low smile, "Before it completely falls into the night, do you have a dream?" ”

She sat on the stone bench, one hand caressing her forehead, lined with the stone table, her eyelids drooped, her eyes squinted slightly, her long thick eyelashes spread, and her cheeks flushed with a faint flush.

The flask was poured on the table, and it was empty.

The bottom of the skirt is spread on the ground, and the breeze blows, which is touching.

Junli approached slowly and looked at her quietly, as if there were thousands of feelings lingering in her heart, but her eyes were still cool.

He seemed to have forgotten the most important thing, and was losing it from the tip of his heart, he desperately kept it, and suddenly a tingling pain swept through his chest, he twisted his eyebrows, took a deep breath, and his eyes gradually blurred.

Mu Yan opened his eyes and caught a glimpse of the white figure still in front of him, and couldn't help but wonder, isn't the dream over yet?

Or is it because she misses him so much that she has him in her head?

She raised her eyes and smiled slightly, wanting to reach out and touch him if it was a dream, but he was not too close, and she tried a few times but did not touch it.

Feeling lost, she hung her hands weakly, lowered her head, and thought that everything was just a dream.

"You... Drunk? "The beautiful voice is like mountain spring water, slightly cool but refreshing.

Mu Yan raised his eyes again, his eyes were shining, and he was bottomless, like the eyes of a galaxy.

She closed her eyes and then opened them again, and after making sure that it was his own deity, she teased, "It wasn't a dream. ”

"Drunk?" He asked again before he recovered, in a casual tone, like an extremely ordinary greeting.

Mu Yan shook his head, "No." ”

Her heart was beating fast, her eyes were drunk, and she was obviously talking nonsense with her eyes open.