When Chu Yiyang heard this, he picked up the bowl of wine in front of him.

He thought that Beitang said "dug up at will" to mean that he had taken two jars of wine from the cellar of the prison Shura, and did not explore the famous hall inside.

But how can the wine treasured by the Demon Emperor be bad?

Chu Yiyang put the bowl close to his lips, took a sip, and the wine turned into pure aura in his mouth, flowing towards the internal organs.

Beitang heard him in the cold night, as if he was a little surprised, "Huh? He sighed, then took the wine away, felt the flow of aura in his body, and finally looked at himself with the wine bowl: "Good wine." ”

In the moonlight, the eyes that were already lighter than ordinary people looked more and more transparent, and the wine in the bowl reflected the light, and then shone into his eyes, imprinting these eyes into a sparkling deep pool.

Beitang put down the wine jar on a cold night, also picked up his bowl, and stretched out his hand to touch Chu Yiyang.

Without talking, the two drank each other under the moon, each drinking the wine in his bowl.

The night breeze blew in from the window with the smell of the grass and trees in the mountains, blowing the long hair and robes of the two people, and from the window facing the night valley, the two people drinking were like a picture framed in it.

After drinking three bowls in a row, half of the first jar of wine was consumed, and the silent drinking stopped.

Chu Yiyang felt that the wine he drank turned into heat, steaming in his body, and the aura entrenched in his lungs slowly operated on its own, causing a slightly drunken feeling.

What kind of wine is this?

He thought, glancing at the humble jar again.

Monks are extremely difficult to get drunk, and only top-grade spirit brews can make them feel close to drunkenness.

But when he went to see the cold night in Beitang, he was not drunk at all, which made Chu Yiyang wonder if this wine also depends on people's dishes, those who cultivate are easy to get drunk, and those who cultivate to advanced are less affected.

Beitang saw him retract his gaze from the side on a cold night, a faint flush had already flown on his face, obviously a little drunk, but his eyes were brighter than usual: "You went back to the Demon Palace, did you see him?" ”

The words of the cold night in the north hall on the edge of the abyss are still in my ears, and the prison Shura loves his son deeply.

Since Beitang said that he didn't want to see him in the cold night, he made a decision and left immediately after passing on the cultivation to his son.

The rest of the time in this world, he is also extremely accurate.

Probably after Beitang ascended to the throne of the Demon Emperor, the last bit of time he left in this world would come to an end, and he would never get in the way of his son's eyes.

That's why Chu Yiyang asked this question, wondering if he seized the last chance to reconcile with his father after he went back.

Beitang didn't say much in the cold night, but said, "I met him for the last time." ”

Chu Yiyang guessed that this probably meant reconciliation.

"That's good."

As he spoke, he leaned over, took the jar himself, and poured wine for the two of them.

After all, there is no reincarnation in this world, and there is no precedent for cultivating immortals in ghost bodies and stepping on the Great Dao.

If Beitang didn't see the last side of Prison Shura in the cold night, it would definitely become his regret.

Their father and son want to see each other again, but they are afraid that they will be in the netherworld.

At that time, Hell Shura may not be what he is now, but will face him with a sword.

Beitang saw him drooping his eyes in the cold night, and said while pouring wine: "I haven't seen my father much. ”

Who is Jin Ling's biological father, this is a mystery in the north, and it is normal that he has not seen it much.

However, Kitado has a feeling that the "father" he refers to is not the same as the one that most people would think.

Many times, the person in front of him will show something different from the rumored Golden Bell Childe.

It's as if they grew up in two different worlds, with two different lives.

- Like when he was at the bottom of the abyss, when he heard those words in a puppet state, it didn't look like he would have said to him.

“…… If I can get the opportunity to say goodbye to him and pay the price, I think I am willing to do it. ”

Chu Yiyang stopped talking, feeling that because of the effect of wine, he had lost some control, for example, what he was talking about now was not a mood that belonged to Ying Zhengxin, but a regret from another world.

He put down the jar and picked up the bowl again.

When he met the gaze of Beitang's cold night, Chu Yiyang had the illusion that the person in front of him was still the puppet beauty under the abyss, and felt that it was nothing to say these words to him.

This world will have a future, this is his promise.

And how to write the plot after that depends on the protagonist of Beitang Cold Night.

Everything that was lost before is lost, and the important thing is the future.

As long as you find another goal to strive for, the story will continue.

He touched the bowl full of wine with the cold night of Beitang, and the two drank another round.

When Chu Yiyang reached out to pour the wine again, Beitang heard a sentence floating over from him in the cold night: "If you encounter something you want to cherish in the future, don't miss it." ”

Vaguely, Chu Yiyang heard a "hmm" from Beitang on a cold night, and then in the more and more drunkenness, he heard something stumbling from behind the screen.

The small group of black shadows ran fast and light, and as soon as they came to the feet of Beitang's cold night, they opened their mouths and bit the corners of his robes.

It tilted its head and pulled outwards with a small, young whining sound.

This voice attracted Chu Yiyang's attention.

Although Beitang Hanye was unmoved, he turned his body slightly on the opposite side, and looked at the small group at Beitang's cold night's feet with drunkenness: "What is it?" ”

The little thing in the corner of the robe that was still concentrating on the cold night of Beitang felt a force coming from the back of his neck.

Like an invisible hand, the power lifted it from the ground and lifted it into the air on all fours.

And the person who bit the robe also cooperated to make the fabric it bit turn into a black mist, making it bite empty.

The other person sitting across from him immediately took it over.

The little thing has a round head and a round head, and watery eyes look at the person who grabbed him.

Its pink nose moved, and it smelled its favorite aura under the cover of the smell of wine, so its short limbs and feet stopped paddling, and stayed in Chu Yiyang's hands peacefully, letting the red-clothed man in front of him look at him.

Even if Chu Yiyang's mind was blurred because of drunkenness, everything in front of him was slightly ghosted, and he could see that the little hair ball that he caught had the size of a little milk cat and the appearance of a little milk cat, and even when he barked, he was exactly the same as a milk cat.

He was sure that this was not his delusion, so he raised his head and asked the person opposite, "Where did it come from?" ”

There will be no wild cats in his dormitory, and there are no disciples in the Hehuan Sect who like to raise cats, only in the cold night of Beitang, in the dream realm on the top of Kunlun, he can turn into the form of a cat when he enters.

- He came over for a drink, and brought a cat?

Beitang saw Chu Yiyang pinching the back of the young spirit beast's neck with a smile, shaking it twice towards him, and then asked, "This is also a congratulatory gift for me?" ”

Of course not.

Beitang Hanye looked at the little thing that was no longer presumptuous and became much more docile when he pinched the back of his neck, and said, "I didn't pay attention to how I came over, probably brought it out when I was digging wine." ”

The place where the valley lord of the Medicine King Valley buried the wine was the treasure house in their valley, which specialized in the spirit beast of wine protection.

The cub born from the small one, which was supposed to be the big one, was brought over hanging from the corner of his robe.

Chu Yiyang: "......"

The side effect of having a boundless heart is that the heart is big, right?

He looked down again at the hairball that had fallen into his hand.

Seeing him look over, the little spirit beast that looked like a cat immediately opened its mouth and barked at him.

It's cute, but—

"Take it back." Chu Yiyang stretched out his hand and handed it over from the table, "Where did you bring it...... Where to take it back. ”

Not to mention that there has never been a cat in the dormitory of the sect master of the Hehuan Sect, and when he leaves later, everything will develop as originally done, and the golden bell prince will disappear from now on, and there will be no one to find this person, and there will be no one to raise it if he stays here.

Following his movements, Beitang Hanye lowered his eyes to this small group.

The little spirit beast that was originally obedient like a doll in Chu Yiyang's hands struggled as soon as he approached, revealing its fangs the size of a grain of rice towards the cold night of the North Hall.

- It doesn't like the demonic energy in him!

Seeing that he didn't move, Chu Yiyang got up from his original sitting posture and stuffed the kitten full of rejection directly to Beitang Hanye: "You bring it back-"

Before he could reach his target, the man who was a little more drunk than before was unsteady and fell forward, and was caught by a familiar arm.

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The author has something to say:

Brother Chu: You take Xu Yu back, take it back-

North Hall: ......

Kittens: ???

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Chapter 120

The incident happened suddenly, even though Beitang's reaction was fast enough in the cold night, Chu Yiyang still planted himself in his arms and hit his chest firmly, and the little spirit beast that he grabbed in his hand was sandwiched between the two.

On one side is the aura that it likes so much, and on the other side is the demonic aura that it avoids, and the little guy is simply caught between heaven and hell, and he doesn't know whether he should call it or not for a while.

The Black-clothed Demon Emperor glanced at it, reached out and took it out of between the two of them, and carried it aside.

The drunk man muttered something, rubbed his nose surrounded by the strange and familiar cold fragrance, and supported himself to get up.

Then, his gaze fell on Kitatang's cold night face and he didn't move.

The beauty under the moon is a little more mysterious and cold than in the daytime.