After Bai Yi left, Wan Lin'er waited for tea alone in the Chunjiang Building, but only Chenxing was waiting for her. Chenxing told Lin'er that as soon as Bai went to the bookstore, he would not come to accompany the princess.

Wan Lin'er retracted her gaze from the window, sat in the Peach Pavilion for a moment, and said to Chenxing: "Does His Royal Highness Bai Yi often talk to people for such a long time? ”

Chenxing smiled: "Your Highness is willing to say a few more words to people, isn't it?" ”

Wan Lin'er clenched her right hand, and her voice became heavier: "A half-grown teenager, what is there to talk about?" There was confusion in his tone: "Maybe His Highness was willing to make friends with such a young man in the past?" ”

When Chenxing went downstairs, those teenagers had already disappeared, so she didn't see the teenager clearly, so she asked with a smile, "What kind of teenager is it?" ”

Lin'er lowered her eyes: "She has her back to me, and I can't see it clearly, just looking at the back, it's very ordinary......" She frowned again: "But there must be a lot of words." ”

Chenxing shook his head: "His Royal Highness Bai Yi is not a person of many words. ”

Wan Lin'er was stunned for a moment, her eyes looking a little hollow: "I can't see through His Highness Bai Yi." ”

Chenxing was still smiling, but he didn't answer.

She could guess Wan Lin'er's thoughts, probably love at first sight for His Highness. Lin'er and Yan Wan are thousands of differences, but the appearance of infatuation is extremely similar. This is excellent for common sense, but for the current His Highness Bai Yi, it may not be a good thing.

Since leaving the city a year ago, the ten Apocalypse Stones in Anle Fang have lost their spiritual leaders, and they are afraid to participate in any competition. He didn't show up much in the city's major mounted archery competitions.

As the "second ever", the Apocalypse Stone has finally been able to get ahead! In the city, the cavalry and archery world was rampant and domineering for more than a year, but he was undefeated, so he became a "riding and archery tyrant", and after a year of domination, he forgot that he was a defeated general under the ten Apocalypse Stones, and changed the name of the team to "Invincible Lonely Defeat". As a result, a day after changing the name of the team, their nemesis Xiao Late Son returned from his travels.

On the second day, the little evening boy satisfied their lonely wish to defeat, and led ten apocalypse stones to slap them in the face twice!

Under the scorching sun, the heroes of the Apocalypse Stone, from the score of 2 to 18, from the hysterical shouts of thousands of little daughters-in-law and little girls and the blazing eyes that seem to be able to turn iron into the evening quiet, they saw the ultimate ...... like the end of the world

The little girl, the little daughter-in-law and even the idol of the young man, Xiao Wangongzi, won the game, holding a stack of silver tickets in her hand, and happily rushed out of Anle Fang, just about to go to Linglong Hall to find Hu Die Hu Yuan to report the good news, but Hu Die was already waiting outside the door.

When I went to Linglong Hall and entered the private room, I could see the tired and half-dead sitting on the mat, counting the silver tickets one by one, and saying to Hu Die who was sitting on the side while counting: "This is all hard-earned money!" ”

Hu Yuan, who was standing on the side, nodded and said, "Who can believe that you actually won invincible in one go...... The Apocalypse Stone team has more than a dozen balls! Thanks to my audacity, with you, this vote is enough for me to pay for miscellaneous expenses for three months. ”

Wan Yu buried his head and took out three of the stacked silver tickets, and gave the rest of the money to Hu Die and Hu Yuan: "Here, it's enough for your living expenses for two months." ”

Hu Yuan was puzzled: "Aren't you short of money?" ”

Wan You folded the three silver tickets into small tofu blocks and stuffed them into her purse, patted them, and wiped her sweat: "It's okay, I can make money, these three are enough!" This half is to thank you for risking your life to buy me to win, and this half is to make Hu Die ......" She was stunned for a moment, suddenly looked at Hu Yuan beside her, and remembered that he didn't know that Hu Die was a demon:

"Hu Yuan, look, the two of us are chatting with little girls, you are a big man...... No, it's inconvenient......"

"You? Little girl? Hu Yuan glanced at Wan You, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, closed the door, and went out.

Seeing Hu Yuan leaving, Wan You breathed a sigh of relief and whispered to Hu Die: "Last time, I told you, I wanted to hear the story of the fairy world, and you said that you would tell it to me, so this should be a tip for you." ”

Hu Die stuffed the money into his purse and shook his head: "We are friends, talking about money hurts feelings!" ”

Evening Quiet: "......"

"I'm a butterfly demon, and I don't know much about the things in the fairy world, but when I was cultivating my human form, there was a thing about Yan Wan in the fairy world who was going to be an immortal, and nine times out of ten of us in the demon world knew about it."

Wan You wondered what this Yan Wan Shangxian was.

Hu Die was empathetic: "You haven't heard of Xiaowan, have you?" It's not surprising that after so many years of this matter, fewer people have mentioned it, and many people in our demon world have forgotten that there is such a thing. ”

She explained: "Yan Wan Shangxian is a powerful female fairy in the heavenly realm, and she has cultivated to the rank of an immortal at the age of only 30,000 years. It is rumored that this Yan Wan Shangxian fell in love with a god surnamed Bai in the heavenly realm, and later the god married another woman. Yan Wan was disheartened and decided to sacrifice her life for the common people in the world, and the gods ......"

Wan You couldn't keep up, and frowned: "You said slow down." ”

Hu Die coughed twice and adjusted the speed of his speech: "The god is said to have regretted it later, and came to the mortal world to find the reincarnation of Yan Wan, ...... specifically."

Wanyou couldn't stand it anymore and interrupted Hu Die: "Don't be so slow......"

Hu Die: "......"

Hu Die resumed his speech: "Specifically, if the gods find Yan Wan or not, there are no rumors." But I heard that there is a person named Ji Chuan, who is Yan Wan's subordinate, he likes Yan Wan very much, and I heard that he is still true love! After Yan Wan died, I heard that Ji Chuan also went with Yan Wan. ”

Wan You sighed: This thing is really not easy to do, it is still a triangle, a polyamorous relationship with four corners.

"But ah, immortals can only be reincarnated once, which is a pity......"

Wan Yu was puzzled: "Then according to what you said, why did Yan Wan choose to reincarnate immediately?" ”

"There is no accurate explanation for this, but many people say that Yan Wan will predict the future. After she was disheartened by the god, she heard that she had an extremely fragrant dream, Yan Wan always felt that the son in this dream was extremely familiar, but because she drank some wine and was a little dizzy, she couldn't remember who it was, and she chose to reincarnate immediately just to meet the man. ”

Evening Quiet: "...... Do you know all this kind of gossip? Then there was a pause:

"However, what kind of dream did this Yan Wan have?"

Hu Die was very modest: "I just heard it unintentionally." But what kind of dream Yan Wan had, there are no rumors, and I don't know. As soon as he saw that the topic was far away, he desperately pulled back:

"It's just that I heard that Yan Wan's reincarnation at this time is in the mortal world, but unfortunately I can't figure out whether this Yan Wan likes the god, or the man in the dream, or the infatuated Ji Chuan."

Wan You's mind at this time seemed to be playing a multi-cornered drama, she pitied the god who realized it later, the man in her dream who was forced to marry a baby before she was born, and the Ji Chuan who died for her sweetheart in vain, and even more pity Yan Wan who was abandoned by her sweetheart and was liberated by death......

As he spoke, Hu Die took this opportunity to begin to feel sad, took two jars of pear blossom stuff, and sighed that he was down-and-out and now he couldn't even find a wishful man, and he drank a jar with Hu Die, but he didn't know if he was too tired or drunk, so he fell asleep on the table!

Then she had a dream herself.

Wan Yu knew that she was dreaming, but in the dream, she didn't think about waking up.

In a trance, she seemed to be trapped in a formation. Blood, she seems to see her own blood! What followed was the pain of flesh and skin, but her heart was like a knife, and the pain in her heart seemed to cover the pain in her body.

She looked out, as if waiting for someone, but that person had not arrived. I don't know why, at first she tried to think about what that person looked like, trying her best to see it clearly, her heart hurt even more, so she tried not to think about it, and then closed her eyes......

At this point, she heard her own voice: "How are you going to compensate me?" The voice was soft, soft, delicate, and like complaining.

She never remembered saying anything like that, and she was sure she hadn't spoken, but it was her voice.

The pain in her body disappeared, and she opened her eyes suddenly, and a delicate wooden house appeared in front of her.

The man's whisper came from the hut, responding to the words that seemed to be complaining:

"I'll send you a poem, okay?" The man said. The voice was hoarse, and it was cool, and it was so good, as if it was so familiar, but she couldn't remember who it was for a while.

"What poem?" She heard her own voice.

The man chuckled: "The evening breeze blows the willows and the flute, and the bright moon reflects the heart of the lake." ”

"Don't fool me......" was still her voice, very soft, very soft, like a feather, scratching and itchy, coming from the cabin.

She couldn't help but push the door.

The wooden door slowly opened, and she finally saw the scene in the room. A dim lamp, a large bed, heavy white gauze lazily hooked by the silver hook at the head of the bed. As she pushed the door open, the wind came in, and the dim light flickered, and the white gauze bed tent danced gently with the breeze and the candlelight.

There is a secret beauty in the dark room.

But the two of them lying on the bed in snow-white satin didn't seem to notice the door that suddenly opened, and she stood at the door. Of course, they didn't notice the strange warm night breeze that suddenly blew indoors.

Wan You leaned against the door, looking at the woman lying below in confusion, her eyes following the bright red dress that wrapped her slender body all the way up, stopping at her young white neck.

Further up is a snow-white face. She could catch a glimpse of that face in the mirror every morning when she was grooming. Her own face. It should be very familiar, but it is not so familiar.

Because she had never seen herself like that.

The dim lights are useless, but the moonlight is bright.

In the moonlight, those big apricot-like eyes were filled with moisture, and the tails of the eyes were red. The thin red was slightly provoked, extending all the way to the end of the eyebrows, like rubbing. The moist eyes were lined with a thin red like rouge, and the eyes seemed to have hooks when looking at people.

Her heart skipped a beat.

Then she was lying on the white satin and bit her lower lip gently. Obviously, it was only the lower lip that was bitten, but when the teeth were loosened, the upper and lower lips became bright red like pomegranates. She had seen pomegranate flowers, and when they fell to the ground and were soaked by the rain, they had a pure but indulgent beauty.

Her heart skipped another beat.

When she saw her speak, she raised her right hand and pushed the son who was lying on her body with little force, the corners of her mouth were slightly pursed, and she was a little naïve: "Don't fool me." "It's like I'm angry, but even if I'm angry, it's fake.

"Don't fool me."

"Don't fool me."

Every word, every breath has a ticking hook in it.

Wan You's face turned red, and if he hadn't leaned against the door, he wouldn't have been able to stand steadily. But the one lying on the bed seemed to be very natural, and she made that gesture.

She heard the boy lying on top whisper, "How come." Then she saw Childe's white fingers caress to her ear on the bed, and a pair of pearl earrings suddenly appeared on the pair of small earlobes, and Childe whispered, "Evening breeze." The finger rested slightly on the earlobe and slowly moved down.

At this moment, Wanyou only felt that the world was spinning, and when she calmed down again, she found that she was lying under Childe's body by herself, and she seemed to be one with the one on the bed, but her vision was a little blurry.

She could finally feel the temperature of her fingers, with a high heat, which made her shiver a little, but for a while she didn't know whether it was the temperature of Childe's fingers or her own. The finger moved to her neck, accompanied by Childe's whisper, "And the flute." "The hot neck that was touched by Childe was cold, and it was the touch of the necklace.

The evening breeze, and the flute, the evening breeze blows the willows and the flute.

Then the finger slid to her fingertips, and gently pinched her ring finger, and Childe's voice sounded again: "Mingyue." She tilted her head, and it was a ring.

Her fingers were entangled with Childe's fingers, both of them were equally white, and when she looked at it, she felt that maybe Childe's fingers were a little whiter, like white porcelain, and like jade. Her fingers were also white, but they turned uncontrollably red under his rubbing, glowing with a thin layer of powder.

Childe pinched her fingers again, and then dived his right hand into her sleeve, and his fingers stroked around her wrist bone, and there was the touch of a bracelet. ”

The bright moon reflects the heart of the lake, and the bright moon reflects the heart of the lake.

The evening breeze blows the willows and flutes, and the bright moon reflects the center of the lake.

He said to send her a poem. But it turns out that poetry is not poetry, but a whole set of jewelry.

There is also "evening breeze" and "secluded" - evening secluded! That's her name!

Childe laughed sullenly: "We Xiaowan are very smart." The fingers didn't stop, sliding over her flaming red dress, down her waistline, down her legs, all the way to her ankles, and finally on her bare ankle bones. He gripped her ankle, his palms burning and straining.

She burned ten times more than she could, almost sobbing, but she bit her lip hard and didn't let herself make any sound.

She moved her right leg slightly, heard the faint sound of a bell, and felt the touch of a string at her ankle. Her mind was dizzy, and she asked her son in a hoarse voice: "There are only four pieces of jewelry in the poem, what is this anklet called?" ”

Childe's fingers finally left her body, and he seemed to look down at her, his left hand resting on her right shoulder, and she turned her head to see his white sleeves. She could even see the silver silk thread embroidered on the sleeve of the sleeve, but when the gaze climbed the sleeve and moved inch by inch to his face, she couldn't see his appearance.

Her eyes widened, and she could only discern his lips and jaw: his complexion was fair, like cold jade, and the arc of his lips looked a little cold. That face was familiar to her, very familiar! But she didn't have time to think about it herself. He seemed to laugh, and the arc hooked slightly, so that it was not necessarily cold.

She could only think at this time that the boy must be very handsome......

Then she saw him leaning down, and then she felt him cling to her ear, his breath burning, and his hoarse voice brushing the roots of her ears into her ears.

"It's ...... Afterlife. Childe said.

Wanyou suddenly woke up.