The wind is clear: "......"

Think about that girl's temper, maybe that's true.

After all, Feng Hui Liuyu understands her.

He took the burden, put it away casually, looked at Feng Huiliu, who was about to turn around and go back to the house, and shook the wine gourd in his hand: "I'm leaving, do you want to have a drink with me?" ”

Feng Huiliu was silent for a moment: "Okay! ”

Although the rain has dispersed, the night sky is not yet refreshing, and there are still large dark clouds floating there, and a half-moon looms behind the clouds.

This kind of weather is really not a good weather to enjoy the moon with wine.

And Feng Huiliu sat on the iron-blue roof, carrying a wine jar in his hand, and had been drinking with Feng Qingyang opposite for more than half an hour.

Feng Huiliuyu rarely spoke, but drank a lot of wine.

There were already five or six empty wine jars around him, and he basically drank them alone.

Feng Qingyang can also be regarded as a drinker, and the wine field he has experienced is not ordinary, but it is the first time he has seen such a vigorous drink.

The two of them drank each other, and he drank a big sip every time, but the wind returned to the valley at a time, which was easier than drinking water. Let Feng Qingyang, a drunkard like him be shocked to see it.

After drinking, he couldn't help but stretch out his hand to block it: "I said palace master, you will get drunk to death if you drink like this-"

Feng Hui Liuyu didn't care: "I wish I could get drunk." "Maybe he can think of nothing when he is drunk, but he can't get drunk, and the more he drinks, the more sober he becomes, and the more sober he is, the more his heart hurts......

The more others drink, the redder his face becomes, but the more he drinks, the whiter his face becomes......

He threw up his head and drank half of the jar, when he suddenly choked.

Feng Qingyang looked at his pale face, and for some reason, he had some bad feelings in his heart: "Hey, are you okay?" ”

Feng Huiliu slowly lowered his sleeves and shook his head: "It's okay. ”

Feng Qingyang's eyes were fixed on the sleeve of his shirt that he had just covered, although the night was dark and he couldn't see things clearly, but his eyes were good, and he could still see that the color of his sleeves was a little dark......

There was a faint smell of blood wafting through the air.

"Are you coughing up blood?" Feng Qingyang stretched out his hand and wanted to pull his sleeve to see.

The wind returned to his sleeves, avoided his hand, and frowned slightly: "It's okay for this seat to say, why are you more verbose than a woman?" ”

The wind is clear: "......"

He originally hated the person in front of him, but seeing the other party like this at this moment, Feng Qingyang felt that he couldn't hate it anymore......

He paused, sighed, and began to change the subject: "Why did you call me Hua Feiyang that time?" Is it a mistake or not? ”

Feng Huiliu's fingers stopped slightly, continued to drink, and only replied after drinking half a jar of wine: "Do you remember your past life?" ”

Feng Qingyang frowned: "Past life? In my previous life, I was born in the Republic of China and was a wanderer. "He is an exorcist, who knows yin and yang, and naturally he has been curious to explore his past life, wanting to see if he was also very good in his previous life. But the results of the investigation made him very disappointed, he was an ordinary Taoist priest in his previous life, at most he could barely make a living with Taoism, and finally died by artillery fire......

Feng Huiliu smiled bitterly, he forgot that human beings can be reincarnated countless times, and as long as the soul is immortal, they can be reincarnated.

He and Xiao Qingti were both successful in the original soul condensation, and they were not reincarnated again, but the original flower was flying, but they no longer knew how many lives they had been reincarnated......

"I have a life called Hua Feiyang?" Feng Qingyang asked tentatively.