Drunk or not?

Granny Hua and Granny Snow looked at each other, pretending that they hadn't heard anything. Just go back and spread the nickname in private, and don't make a fuss about it now.

This nickname is not "not drunk", but "why not get drunk". For a long time, Heyu has had such an evaluation: Heyu is unreliable, and it is better to let him get drunk than to get in the way.

But Heyu is not what it used to be, and he is still reliable for a little thing.

He Yu quickly found out where Nangong Yan was, this place, even if it was Yan Yan, something would happen to him. As an elder brother, he is really worried about Yan Wu!

"Why don't you wait for me to come......"

Yan Yu cut off contact.

Waiting for Heyu, which is unreliable, the daylily is cold.

Yan Wu instructed Yan Jingxing and them: "You are waiting for me here." ”

It's okay for her to go alone, but if she brings Yan Jingxing with her, with her current strength, she can't guarantee his safety.

Yan Wu had been to this Banyue Mountain when she was young, and her master had taken her to a place where there was a pu silk grass.

It's at the top of this mountain.

Yan Wu absorbed the essence of the moon while walking up the mountain. She has always been the darling of Heaven, Yuehua never hurt her when she was young, and now, she can't hurt her even more.

Yan Wu quickly climbed to the top of the mountain and found Nangong Yan who had fallen to the ground.

She hurriedly helped him up.

Nangong Yan thought that it was impossible for him to plant Pu Si Cao, and he climbed all the way to the top of the mountain, but he didn't find any trace of it.

There were only traces of his blood on the bare ground.

He slowly fell.

The moonlight shone on him, cold and bitter, and even so, he remembered that he was going to fetch the grass for her.

Nangong Yan slowly sat in Yan Yan's arms.

He spread out his scarred palms.

Pu Silk Grass is impressively in his hands.

Nangong Yan's cracked lips closed one by one: "This is the most precious gift I can give you, I hope you can forgive me." ”

Forgive what? This Nangong Yan, who has fused most of his memory, forgive the past or the present?

Yan Wu was stunned. Her master had also taken the grass for her. Her master couldn't get it.

In fact, Pusi grass is taken from the heart of a person and woven with the power taken from him. After a thousand cuts, its mind remains the same, and this kind of mind is precious, so Pusi grass is precious.

And the master who is as powerful as Yan Wu can't get Pu Sicao. With his pride, how could he let Banyue Mountain take away the slightest bit of his divine power? It ended from the beginning.

Yan Wu muttered, "Forgive what? ”

Nangong Yan pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled: "You know, I will not choose to say anything if I am pampered and arrogant." ”

Nangong Yan's back rested on Yan Yan's embrace, and his blood gradually infected Yan Yan's robe.

Yan Yu touched the wound on his cheek.

Nangong Yan raised his hand with difficulty and sent Pu Sicao to Yan Yan's eyes.

What hasn't she ever seen? The genius earth treasure was held in front of her, and the divine beast Xiangrui voluntarily recognized her as the master. She's rich in the world, but maybe it's just to confirm that she will be given Pusi grass.

For the first time, someone gave her pu silk grass.

Nangong Yan looked at Yan Yan without blinking.

He was scarred and skinless, but he didn't seem to feel pain. He was too nervous, he was even more nervous than when he first saw Yan Yu in the Xuan Realm, and he was afraid that he would not be favored by her at that time. Now afraid of losing her favor.

Yan Yu fed the pill into his mouth and slowly softened her expression.

After feeding the pain-relieving pills, Nangong Yan complained in a low voice: "The pain is dead!" ”

He has always been taught to be a man, but in front of Yan Wan, he just wants him to feel sorry for him a little, and a little more.