The night was already very deep, there was no moonlight, only sparse stars, cold wind, and in this silent night, there was an indescribable sense of desolation and melancholy.

This is a small hut built entirely of bamboo and wood, the house is surrounded by white stones, facing a clear stream, in front of the house and behind the house, planted with dense flowers and plants, although at night, you can still vaguely see the colorful and gorgeous colors, a stone bridge across the back, more and more increase the quiet and lofty of this hut, this is Meng Ke and Yan Ji, Lan Yingge three temporary residence in the suburbs of Ohno City.

In the darkness, a figure flew towards him, and his speed was so rapid that he lifted another person behind him into the air, and slightly crossed the air, as if supported by the wind, so lightly accompanied the person who followed him silently outside the house.

Well, this person is dressed in purple clothes, and his eyes are as clear as water, he is Meng Ke! He turned around, helped the lottery he had rescued during the day, and gently knocked on the closed door.

Almost at the same time as his hand was withdrawn, a delicate and sweet voice came softly: "Who is it?" ”

Meng Ke blinked and said in a low voice: "This king is back to the palace." ”

A chuckle sounded, but it obviously contained a lot of excitement and joy, the door opened suddenly, and a quiet figure stood by the door with a silver lamp, looked at Xiang Zhen, and said with some surprise: "Ke, are you causing trouble again?" ”

Meng Ke smiled silently, helped the cowman into the house, under the glow of the silver lamp, the beautiful face of the person in charge of the lamp was like a painting, so beautiful!

Indoors, the ancient wooden tables and chairs are lined with several axes of landscape maps on the wall, the sandalwood in the small stone tripod is curling, the guqin is hanging obliquely against the magic wand next to the table, and a couch is laid with green-edged brocade mats.

The person in charge of the lamp turned her face, well, those big watery eyes were so tame and sweet, she gently walked to Meng Ke's side, watched him sit on the chair with the soul thirsty cowman, and asked in a low voice, "Who is this?" Ke. ”

Meng Ke pursed his lips and said: "His name is Jingcai, he is a good brother I recognized a long time ago, I rescued him from the border of the human turtle country, at that time, he was beaten by the human turtle and his skin and flesh were open......

Ruliu's eyebrows twitched, and the beauty said in a low voice: "It's so pitiful...... He fainted, didn't he? ”

Meng Ke breathed a sigh of relief, also sat down on the chair, and said with a bow: "I have washed his wound and applied medicine, he was beaten too badly, such a loyal old friend, he fainted before he even had time to say a word, I think, he will recover after dawn." ”

The big watery eyes stared at Meng Ke, and the blue warbler said gently: "You must be tired enough, I'll make you a cup of tea first, and then make a snack......

Meng Ke smiled faintly and said, "Don't work for you, tell Sister Ji to do it......"

The jade-like little nose wrinkled slightly, and she said angrily: "Hmph, you, come back without saying hello, Sister Yanji is waiting for you before she sleeps!" Except that this sister of mine is so stupid......"

Meng Ke rubbed his face and blinked: "Good Yingge, I know you treat me well, so I can't bear to let you work too hard......"

The big eyes dimmed, and then he looked away, faintly: "I know myself...... Ke, I can't be too extravagant, you've treated me well enough......"

Meng Ke stood up and said quietly: "Sister Ying, now, aren't we very good?" ”

She lowered the two rows of thick and slightly curled eyelashes, shook her head gloomily, and said, "I'm not as good as Sister Yanji......"

Gently holding the silky and cold slender hand, Meng Ke said in a low voice: "Yingge, you know in your heart that I am really not that kind of person, I have always had you in my heart ......"

Trembling imperceptibly, she raised her head and forced a smile, although she knew how much melancholy and loss this smile contained: "Ke, I'm glad to hear your words, really, I'm very comforted......"

As she spoke, she quickly turned around and walked inside, and hurriedly said, "Ke, you rest for a while, I'll make tea for you!" ”

Clearly aware of the choked and miserable in her voice, he silently watched her slender back disappear behind the door, and swallowed a sigh back into his stomach.

Outside the window, the wind was blowing, the night was very thick, the silver lamp on the table was swaying, in Meng Ke's heart, there was a trace of unbearable sorrow growing, he understood where this sorrow came from, it was his warbler, the most famous beauty in the Golden Light City!

sighed again, these days, go by so fast, these things are still like yesterday...... Well, Meng Ke smiled confusedly, in fact, a long, long time ago, he was already a demon city god, but no one knew that he had an amazing magic man.......

His eyes were a little cloudy, and Meng Ke bit his lower lip and was stunned!

At that time, Xiang Zhen sighed, himself

A timid voice came into his ears, this voice was so soft, "Ke, what are you thinking?" ”

I don't know when, the warbler pigeon has been standing by his side. Qingli's face floated with a touch of paleness, her eyes were red, as if she had just cried, she was holding a vermilion lacquer painted gold tea tray in her hand, a small and fine white porcelain painted bamboo teacup, the cup was hot, there was a faint fragrance spreading, a good picture of offering tea with no hands.

Meng stood up and took it with both hands, and said softly, "You also sit." ”

The blue warbler glanced at him, sat down slowly, Meng Ke took a sip of tea, and praised: "It's so fragrant." ”

Meng Ke looked at her and said slowly: "I often drink this kind of tea outside, but I always feel that it is different from drinking it at home, lacking a pure and cordial taste, so I suddenly understood what the reason was after thinking about it for a long time......

The blue warbler opened her beautiful eyes and asked, "What is the reason?" ”

He smiled lightly and said, "It turns out that the people who cook tea are different." ”

Lan Yingge's pretty face turned red, and she said shyly: "How bad are you......"

Meng Ke suddenly stared at her in a daze, looking so straightforward, so calm, so innocent and containing a shuddering heat, although he had tried his best to hide that heat within the fence he had worked so hard to build.

Slightly trembling, Lan Yingge looked at him without flinching, her lips spasmed uncontrollably, she had a stomach full of resentment, full of sorrow, she had always hoped, eager and almost crazy hope, this relative wordless gaze, in the past, there have been many times, although even though they deeply understand each other's deep hearts, but there seems to be an invisible wall in the middle, this, she knows, there is a special reason.