The long-lost restlessness climbed from the heart to the eyebrows.

Yun Ling punctured the oiled paper sealed in the mouth of the bottle with one hand, and blew the entire bottle of osmanthus brew into his mouth.

The mellow ten-year-old wine is like flowing water falling into a mountain stream, gurgling into Yun Lingxiao's throat.

The aroma of the wine poured out of Sakura's lips, down the snow-white neck, and into the placket.

The two bottles of osmanthus brewed were opened and opened, and Yun Lingxiao's beautiful eyes were covered with a layer of blurred drunkenness.

The breeze blew in from the window, and the small wooden sign under the sheep's horn lamp hanging on the white curtain shook gently, and knocked on the white curtain one by one, dazzling!

Yun Lingxiao suddenly felt that the claw lamp was ugly, and the sign under the lamp was not fancy.

As soon as the wine was up, Yun Lingxiao came to the couch with swaying steps, and ripped off the hanging horn lamp, she didn't understand, why did she keep such an ugly thing?

Yun Lingxiao's eyebrows moved, without this claw lamp, she wouldn't be able to walk at night?

How many nights before, without a trace of light, she came over.

Such an ugly lamp, don't do it.

Yun Lingxiao walked crookedly to the window with the lamp, just took two steps, turned back again, grabbed the delicate pendant on the pillow.

If you don't use anything, return it too!

Yun Lingxiao touched the wide sleeve twice in a daze, only to find two wind talismans, the tornado flew towards Pian Ruoju, and the volley looked at the main house in the middle of Pian Ruo that had turned off the lights, and the things in his hand slammed towards the window of the main house.

"Who?" Suddenly, a sharp figure flew out of the main room.

Mo Junxian held a sheep's horn lamp and a delicate bead in his hand, and the moment he broke out of the window, a whirling flying sword in his hand flew towards the figure disc in the air with a fierce murderous aura.

The person in the air shook for a moment, and the flying sword slashed through his hair, spared a big bend, and returned to Mo Junxian's hand.

One hit missed.

Mo Junxian caught the flying sword that came back, his cold eyes were slightly raised, and he quickly caught the figure in the air, and the second sword had already flown out of his palm with a deadly killing move.

The figure in the air burped slightly, and a pair of beautiful eyes looked at him in confusion.

The master's move was originally a matter of a few breaths, Mo Junxian was a person who had been on the battlefield and experienced life and death, and in the face of sudden attacks, he was used to being ruthless.

At the moment when he saw the figure clearly, Mo Junxian's pupils contracted suddenly, his hand raised, and the empty blade slashed towards the flying sword, which slashed through his palm, through the trunk of the tree, and into the low wall.

Yun Lingxiao glanced at the people in the courtyard drunkenly.

Just now, he made a killer move!

Once, she made a killing move against him, so he also made a killing move against her!

She didn't kill him! So, he also flew his flying sword!

It's really not a loss at all, the hooligans of the Tanglin Kingdom!

Mo Junxian looked at the drunken people in the air, and then looked at the hidden weapons in his hand--the claw lamp and the delicate beads, and his thick eyebrows frowned deeply.

"Hey, the surname is Ning, the things will be returned to you!" Yun Lingxiao looked crooked in the air, as if he would fall down at any time, his voice was light and light, but it inexplicably made people feel a taste of gambling.

Surnamed Ning?

Stuff back for you!

Mo Junxian's pupils suddenly cleared, and a mixed taste floated in his heart.

The delicate claw lamp, he saw it for the first time, but that exquisite bead, these days I have seen her hanging around her neck.

Drop by drop, the red blood dripped from his palm and landed on the bluestone slab in the courtyard.

The flying sword slashed across the palm of his hand, forming a broken palm line, the skin was open, the blood was gurgling and dripping, and it was a little painful!

The man in the air, with the coquettishness of a child's love in his drunken eyes, glanced back at him resentfully, and flew away again.

The bright moon is in the sky, the shadow is secluded, and the love is long, not for him!

Mo Junxian only felt that the wound hurt badly, and sizzled for breath!

In her heart, there is someone she wants to bury?!

The corners of Mo Junxian's mouth raised a wry smile!

Say yes, I won't go down the old road of ink and silence in this life!

Mo Junxian squeezed the things in his hand tightly, gritted his teeth, and turned around and walked towards the house.

Yun Lingxiao has always been a fragment of drinking, and when he woke up, Mo Junxian said goodbye to the Summer Palace, and when he left, his back was very cold.

Mo Junxian has always had a poisonous tongue.

But he is never stingy, and the Mo family style has always been like this.

Yun Lingxiao looked at his back, and only felt that he was angry and angry, but he didn't understand what was worthy of his being so angry.