Let's say that Qingyang was preparing to go to the demon clan with Dongli, but unfortunately passed by a place, and remembered that his mother had opened a teahouse here, so he stopped and searched for it, but he didn't expect that after so many years, the teahouse is still there.

Pushing open the tavern, a scent of bluegrass hit, took an apricot blossom, closed his eyes lightly, and lay on the bamboo chair next to the water pavilion, with a gust of wind in his ears, mixed with the fragrance of apricot blossoms.

This is the best season for apricot blossom wine.

There was a knock outside the door, interrupting Qingyang's thoughts, Qingyang tidied up his clothes, walked over and opened the door, the man outside the door was dressed in a black brocade robe, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and it was difficult to hide the noble aura on his body.

Qingyang, please ......

"The clouds are deep and you don't see the cangwu" 104 Listening to the rain building is hitting in the hand, please wait a moment,

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