Night envelops the chaotic valley, and countless black goo people sing, dance, drink, and eat meat around piles of bonfires, and the joyful atmosphere infects everyone.

The High Priest of Stew Ze stood on a makeshift platform and recounted over and over the miracles of the Great Child of Chaos, and the Black Goo people in the audience listened in fascination. Montenegro's body hung on a black tree next to the high platform, and his mood was quite stable.

In the temple is a high-end bureau, and more than a dozen wine tables are filled with apologetic immortals, clergy of high enough rank, and the worst is also the village chief from each village. Everyone drank and chatted and enjoyed a group of black goo girls dancing.

They danced the traditional "fish catching dance" of the Black Gu people, holding a harpoon with one hand, and stepping on the ground with one foot, for fear of falling into the swamp, and then spun around and continued to step on it. Every time the girls spun, the little straw skirts tied around their waists would fly, revealing their dark plumpness.

Blacked out, the black goo is serious.

Behind a wine table, Fang Zheng looked at the fluttering straw skirt, and when the blackened plump cheeks came into view, he was thinking about a question in his heart.

Han Wu's boy and Ami's black hole room, according to the tradition of the Heigu people, he wants to help Ami Hei clean the blackened body of his body. So, does the kid only clean the useful areas, or does he clean them all?

"Uh-huh!" Fang Yuan coughed, she couldn't get used to seeing the strange uncle that her father looked at the belly of the dancing girl.

Fang Zheng was a little embarrassed and drank with his wine glass.

"Tomorrow we're going to leave for the wasteland, and it's up to us to make or break it." As he spoke, Fang Yuan glanced at a door on the side.

Behind the door is a corridor, and at the end of the corridor is the room of the former sect leader Black Mountain, where she and Luoyang spent candles in the cave room last night, and Luoyang spent candles in that room tonight with Ami Black Hole Room.

She was worried that the candle would be used too often, and the wax oil would burn out, and then it would never light again.

Fang Zheng smiled indifferently: "Yujie, don't worry, that kid from Han Wu is no longer what it used to be, I believe he has the strength to fight Huang Fengqi. There are people on the other side, and there are people now, so why be afraid."

Fang Yuan curled the corners of her mouth slightly, what she was willing to do at the moment was obviously not Huang Fengqi, nor Jiang Hanshuang, but the candle.

The spring silkworm is dead to the end, and the wax torch turns to ash and tears begin to dry.

Tonight, Amihei is the spring silkworm, and the junior brother is the candle.

One spouts, one tears.

Fang Zheng glanced at Fang Yuan and said with a smile, "Yujie, I know you're uncomfortable, but you have to look away. Han Wu's kid doesn't care, it's just ......."

Fang Yuan rolled his eyes: "Just what?"

"He's just a woman." Fang Zheng said.

Fang Yuan: "......"

"No matter what, it will be beneficial and harmless for us for Han Wu's boy to marry Amihei. All the Black Goo people will become the people of my Han Wu Sect, as well as the demon clan of Kurosawa, and they will also be used by my Han Wu Sect. Just wait for Han Wu to return to the mortal world of Middle Earth, bring the real dragon up, and the three parties work together, why worry that my Han Wu Sect cannot be revived?"

Fang Yuan didn't answer, but he agreed with his father's words in his heart.

Fang Zheng lowered his voice: "Also, you are the eldest wife, you have to have a good relationship with Amihei, and she will represent the Hei Gu people in the future."

Fang Yuan nodded.

However, when she thought of the spring silkworms spinning silk and the candles shedding tears, she didn't see a trace of joy in her heart.

In the spacious room, a pair of red candles burned quietly, and indeed a lot of candle tears were shed.

The spring silkworm also spit out a little silk.

Luoyang put a basin of black water under the table, and then looked at the bride who was no longer blackened, and the factor of happiness flowed quietly in the veins.

Ami Hei was shy, turned her head before she spoke, and turned her back to Luoyang.

Luoyang smiled and walked over.

Amihei was nervous and wanted to look back, but she didn't have the courage.

Luoyang sat on the bed and reached out to clasp Ami's black one

Xiang shoulder, I wanted to turn her over, but she pressed hard, but she couldn't come.

Luoyang smiled and said, "Why, don't you dare to see me?"

"Hmm." Ami Hei replied vaguely, still not daring to look back.

Luoyang couldn't help but wonder, he knew that Amihei was shy, but he didn't expect her to be shy.

Babbling.

Amihei bit her lower lip gently, she knew what it was, she was even more nervous, and her heart was pounding. When a hand wrapped around her little waist, she couldn't help but tremble, and the heart almost jumped out of her chest.

It is said that a woman wants to be happy, and there must be a man behind her, which is not deceitful.

Amihei was in this happy state at the moment, and Luoyang was holding her strongly behind her.

"Hammer, you're too small." Luoyang said.

Amihi snorted softly, "The pattern of people is originally small."

"To be a man, you have to open up the pattern."

Ami's black silver teeth bit lightly and opened up the pattern.

When the pattern is opened, it is indeed easy to be a man.

The tree-lined path shrouded in moonlight, the grass swayed gently in the night breeze, and the tips of the grass hung with night dew, dripping down. The air is filled with the fragrance of earth and grass, which is refreshing.

The spring silkworm spun silk and weaved cocoons, in order not to silk, but to wrap the fat silkworm.

After a long time, the night breeze subsided.

The tree-lined path was muddy in the moonlight, and a drunken drunk staggered and slipped to the ground, vomiting all the wine and food in his stomach, and the man slid down the path.

Poor drunk.

Ami Hei closed her eyes, a mantis head was buried in Luoyang's neck, her face was dizzy, and her swan-like snow neck was covered with beads of sweat. There was a sweet smile on the corner of her mouth, and she was drunk without drinking, just for that happy little pattern, filled with wine made by bees.

"Hammer, I'm going to the wasteland tomorrow." Luoyang broke the tranquility between the two.

"Big brother, I'll go with you." Amihei said.

Luo Yang said, "No, you want to stay in the Chaos God Cult, you are now the godmother, and you have to take care of some affairs for me during the time I am away. In addition, the convener will collect some Chaos Stone to smelt black gold, and there will be a big battle when I come back, and we will need a lot of black gold weapons."

The corners of Amihei's mouth curled slightly.

Luoyang smiled and said, "I can't bear you either, I'll be back soon."

Amihei said, "We just got married, and you're leaving, and you say you can't bear me."

"Ouch, this lamphead is a little dirty, I'll wipe it." Luoyang came to the lighthouse, sighed twice, and then wiped it with his hand.

"Well, be careful." Amiblack compromised.

Luoyang whispered softly in her ear, "Iron Hammer, I want to see you smelt black gold."

Ami came over with a coquettish white eye: "You obviously just want to see others smelting platinum."

Luoyang smiled.

Amihi got up and picked up the hammer......

In the long night, the spring silkworms spit endlessly, and the candles ripple without ashes and tears.