Mu Yan was slightly surprised when he heard that Qinginn had married Hu Qing in the Demon Realm.

Hu Qing is the kind of person who is afraid that the world will not be chaotic, plays with men, and is still immersed in it, will she be willing to marry Qingqing? It's a bit bizarre.

She also heard that Qingyu went to make trouble in the new house, but she broke up unhappily.

Mu Yan felt that Qingyu was probably because of his physical defects, and thought that their marriage was an insult to him and trampled his male self-esteem to the ground.

Whenever there is a little wind and grass, for Qingyu, he will sensitively think of his situation, and it is not surprising that he will make a big fuss about the new house.

It's a pity that Ziyang is infatuated with him, and he can't exchange any mercy for him in his life.

In the words of the demon clan, she vaguely knew that Qingyu intended to be in the Spirit Sword Sect, just because Liu Yu was moved by Xiao Liu and Arnold for a while and brought back the Spirit Sword Sect.

Mu Yan twisted his eyebrows and thought about it, Liu Yu probably regarded the Spirit Sword Sect as a refuge, and Qing Yu wanted to kill her but was helpless, causing him to have an even more violent temperament.

From those sporadic words, she didn't find out the news of Yun Zhen and Xiaoliu, maybe no news is good news, she can only think so.

After a few days, it was very calm, and no matter what happened outside, Phantom Night was indifferent, and it looked like it didn't matter to itself.

Mu Yan sat at the stone table in the water pavilion, looking at the array plate in front of him, and lost his mind for a moment.

Hearing the sound of Phantom Night's footsteps approaching, she pulled the flask out of her storage bag.

When Phantom Night stepped into the water pavilion, he caught a glimpse of her staring at the flask in her hand, her long eyelashes hanging slightly to hide the glint of her eyes.

Mu Yan raised his face and smiled lightly, "Can Demon Venerable smell the aroma of wine?" As soon as I brought out the wine, you came. ”

He was stunned for a moment, her attitude, although still alienated, gradually rippled in his heart.

"Why do you suddenly want to drink?" He sat down across from her, staring at her with burning eyes.

She suppressed a smile and said lightly, "I haven't drunk it since I was injured last time, and it's quite uncomfortable to endure it." ”

Phantom Night froze suddenly, and immediately realized what kind of injury she was talking about, and with a tingling pain at the tip of his heart, he asked softly, "Does it still hurt now?" ”

Mu Yan shook his head, "If it hurts, you won't drink." As the words fell, she opened the flask and began to pour the wine.

The familiar aroma of wine lingered, and she felt bitter in her heart, Junli hadn't come to her for so long, it must be difficult to protect herself.

Phantom Night stared at her, felt a touch of strangeness, and asked suspiciously, "This is the wine brewed by Jun Li?" ”

Mu Yan raised his eyes, and the corners of his mouth smiled, "Well, the wine brewed by Zijin Ding, do you want to try it?" ”

"Okay." He didn't hesitate, his eyes flowed, and the momentum in his body instantly subtracted half, becoming gentle like water.

She handed him the wine, her eyes calm, and when the bottle touched it, she drank it all.

Phantom Night wrinkled her eyebrows, "You used to drink like this?" ”

Mu Yan held his forehead and said lightly, "No, I used to use a wine jug, but this wine is very strong, so I don't dare to drink it like that." ”

He moved the bottle to his lips and drank it down, and when he was done, he was slightly stunned, "This wine doesn't seem to be the same?" ”

She also felt that it was different from the wine jar, more intense, but it didn't hurt her head, and there was an indescribable and inexplicable feeling.

"He's not the same thing." She replied perfunctorily, not wanting him to see the flaws.

Phantom Night didn't delve into this topic anymore, Jun Li brewed, even if it was poison, he would take a few sips of it without admitting defeat.

The breeze blew into the water pavilion, and the aroma of the wine became lighter and lighter.