Yan Jue carried the wine from Fengyin and came to the west of the fairyland.

There is a sea of flowers like fire, and the large manzhu sawa is endless, like fire, bewitching and beautiful, and it grabs people's heartstrings.

In the meantime, there is a river called Lethe, and at its end is an antique attic.

It's called "Forgotten Pavilion".

"Squeak——!"

Yan Jue gently pushed open the dark red wooden door, the furnishings inside had not changed for thousands of years, and it was still the same, except that I don't know how thick the ash had accumulated on the table.

The entrance is a curtain of dark tulle, embroidered with gold silk and a clumsy white fox head in the upper right corner.

It was filled in clumsily, not by magic, but by stitch and thread.

The knuckles are gently brushed away by the tulle, and the floor is made of warm cyan jade, so even if you step on it barefoot, you won't feel cold. There are red light veils hanging everywhere, which looks a little ethereal, and on the first floor there are only miscellaneous books of all kinds that you see, and there is a pile of them, and there is a copy.

Really, Yan Jue bent his fox eyes helplessly, he hadn't been here for so many years, and he didn't expect it to become like this.

He raised his hand, and the paper fan opened.

"Ye Luoli magic, net!"

The blue light flowed, the ashes of the table had been cleared, and the scattered books had returned to their original places.

Yan Jue nodded in satisfaction, and then stepped on the solid dark staircase to the second floor.

The beams on the second floor are also hung with a careless red light veil, and the moonlight is reflected on the floor through the hollow barrier in the middle.

A huge lunar moon hung in front of the window, shining on the soft couch in front, and in front of the couch stood an incense burner, which slowly overflowed with smoke, with a familiar fragrance.

The whole room was smoky, and it really didn't look real.

There was a man lying flat on the couch.

The moonlight reflected her countenance.

"Long time no see, Arro." Yan Jue smiled, he lay on the soft couch and uncovered the pot of Huayi wine. The smell of wine fills the room.

"I haven't seen you for 5,000 years, I don't know if you'll be angry."

The glass is full, you have a glass, I have a glass.

"Ah Ruo, your favorite Huayi wine." Yan Jue drank it all and poured another glass: "Do you like it?"

"Specially from the pit of the wind." The fox smiled slyly: "Gluttonous or not? ”

However, opposite him, where someone should have been sitting, there was only a cold body, and the wine in the cup placed there rippled slightly.

Cup after cup, cup after cup. Just like back then, the two talked and laughed at the cold moonlight.

Unfortunately, the past is gone with the wind.

In the end, the wine pot had bottomed out, Yan Jue squinted his hazy eyes slightly, and in a trance, he seemed to see the person slowly waking up, sitting beside him in a regular manner, and calling him softly: "Ah Yan?"

Like a dream, the long ink-colored hair fell to the ground, or the dark long dress, with a blood-colored flower blooming around the waist, and the familiar blue eyes turned a thousand times, full of tenderness that belonged to him.

But how is that possible......

The sourness of my heart almost overflowed my chest.

He smiled wryly.

He muttered, "Why do you always love this?" ”

"Total love.... That's how it appeared in my dreams....."

"After so many years...... There's so much fun......"

"The master of ceremonies of the Lingxi Pavilion is really not good, hahaha! No wonder you always complained to me back then! ”

"Aro..... It's been 5,000 years, why haven't you woken up yet? ”

Yan Jue always talked a lot when he was drunk, he got up and came to the man, looked at her with a smile, and was about to reach out to touch the man's hand, but stopped, he looked at the woman's beautiful eyebrows and eyes, and muttered to himself: "Every time I touch you, you will be gone." ”

He withdrew his hand, the two fox ears on his head were pulled down aggrievedly, Yan Jue was reflected in her eyes, and he said softly: "If I don't touch you, can you leave more time?" ”

"Hmm." Her heart was bitter, but she was still smiling, but her voice trembled: "Accompany you." ”

"Ah Ruo, don't cry." Yan Jue wanted to brush the corners of her reddened eyes, but he froze.

Pra Ruohua watched Yan Jue's movements, but threw himself into his arms, buried his face in his chest, and said in a muffled voice: "You can touch it if you want, I'm not a fake, stupid fox." ”

"Ah Ruo..." Yan Jue was stunned for a moment, and slowly hugged the person in his arms, and his mind and eyes gradually became clear.

Huayi wine, after all, is not a spirit, even if you are drunk, Fengyin's magical guy also put a sober mark on the wine jug, so he will only be confused for a while, but he will be sober in half a day.

The golden eyes seemed to crush the stars, the corners of the eyes were slightly red, and he hugged her tightly.

The wind and moon were clear, the shadows of the two were reflected on the ground, the breeze was gently raised, and their green silk was entwined.

"You... I'm really back......"

Yan Jue refused to let go of her hand, and encircled her whole person in his arms, as if he wanted to make up for the five thousand years.

Praruohua had no choice but to let him go, after all, she had always had no bottom line for this fox.

"Okay, I still have something to do, and I still need to go to the underworld."

"Wait." Yan Jue lowered his head and buried his head in her black green hair, the hand he was holding couldn't help but tighten, and he said in a low voice: "Your hands are still very cold, and the immortal power is still unstable, wait a few days and go again, obedient?" Good no good? ”

"Ah Yan....." Pra Ruohua whispered softly: "I'm really fine, she treated me very successfully." ”

"But I don't believe you anymore."

My heart tightened suddenly.

His hoarse voice rang in his ears.

"Ah Ruo, you lied to me, I won't believe you anymore."

The fox lowered its eyebrows, and all its emotions were contained, including those that were crazy, paranoid, and vaguely floating in its eyes.

However, he didn't reveal half of it in front of others.

Because, he is the master of ceremonies - Yan Jue.

He is no longer the arrogant Xuanhu he used to be.

He has responsibilities in him, there are things that cannot be unloaded, and he can't be willful anymore.

He doesn't seem to be the same as he used to be.

Pranya thought to herself.

But his aura is still reassuring.

Pranya closed his eyes and let himself relax in his embrace.

He is the master of ceremonies, he is Yan Jue, he is ...... Wife.

That's enough.