Yun Bing looked at the blue-robed man in front of her a little sluggishly, could it be that this is the magic core that has always existed in her body?

The blue-robed man smiled and said, "My name is Qingsong, so you will be called this son, Qingsong!" ”

Yun Bing glanced at Qingsong and said, "What are you doing here?" Don't stay inside me, come out and hang around! ”

Qingsong glanced at Nangong Zhaoan dissatisfiedly and said, "If it weren't for your family who couldn't save you, this son wouldn't have come out!" ”

Nangong Zhaoan walked over dissatisfied, hugged Yun Bing, who was half-sitting on the bed, and said, "Bing'er is the woman of this king, should you keep some distance?" ”

Chu Luo raised his eyebrows, walked out of the room with great interest, closed the door, and dismissed the surrounding guards, with a playful expression, sat on the stone bench in the courtyard of the side hall, took out a bottle of century-old wine from the storage ring, and made jade alone.

Nangong Sihu came in from Zhaolin Palace, just now he had told everything about what happened, Nangong Ao didn't say anything, just waved his hand and let Nangong Sihu go down, but Nangong Sihu already knew that if he didn't die, he would definitely be taken away from everything and live in seclusion.

That's the life he wants.

Nangong Sihu took a step forward and wanted to take a look, but found Chu Luo who was drinking on the side, subconsciously picked up the wine glass on the side, raised his hand and poured a pot, and raised his head to drink it all.

Chu Luo was already a little drunk, looked at Nangong Sihu, and asked drunkly: "Who are you?" ”

"Do you have to know who I am?"

"Of course, of course, you have to find a bosom friend to drink with you, I don't know what your bosom friend is called, how to drink?" Chu Luo said while waving his hand with his eyes closed.

"Call me Sihu!"

"Good! Sihu! Do you know why I'm drinking here? ”

"Is it like me, who has no hope in the mortal world?"

"I don't want you to have no hope in the world, I'm hopeful, I'm just worried."

"What are you worried about?" Nangong Sihu raised his head and drank a pot of wine and asked.

"I'm worried about my love that died just a little bit of birth~" Chu Luo shook his head, fell down and arched his head, but fell asleep.

"Love? So you're worried about love? Hehe, maybe it's because I'm alive is a mistake? Nangong Sihu asked Chu Luo, as if asking himself.

(Update late, don't mind)