Chang Yi squatted on the ground with his head in his hands, his eyes wide open and he looked at the upright figure in the smoke.

The smoke cleared, and the disciple seemed to have become a native of the Southern Barbarians, with an unrestrained explosive head, his face was blown black, and only a pair of round eyes were still spinning on his whole face, and if he threw it in the dark, he could only see his eyes floating there.

The disciple stood straight in place, opened his mouth slightly, and a cloud of black gas floated out of his mouth, as if his head had been blown out, and he was still giggling.

Chang Yi hurriedly stood up and asked cautiously, "Dude, are you...... Are you alright?"

"What did you say?" the disciple asked, as if his ears had been blown up and he was temporarily deaf, at the top of his voice.

"Are you alright?" Chang Yi also raised his voice and looked at the man with a dumbfounded smirk.

It's over, it's over, you won't be blown up, right?

The disciple smirked, his two eyes slowly turned into cross-eyed, and finally, he fainted gorgeously......

Chang Yi rubbed his arms weakly and slipped away quietly while no one was around.

Xue Hua sat alone on the hillside, looking at the bustle over there, holding the jade pendant sent by Qianjiang tightly in his hand, the touch was warm and cool, and the people of Qianjiang had been following Qianjiang for a long time, and there was a faint taste of Qianjiang on it.

She held the jade pendant with a look, fantasizing in her mind about the gentle appearance of Asae at that time, and her two eyes instantly turned into peach hearts.

How can there be such a gentle person in the world?

Suddenly, I saw the fireworks rising into the night sky, under the starry fireworks, the woman in white and the man with a cold face stood side by side, the night breeze was light, the snow-white hairband danced with the wind, she looked up at the night sky, raised the corners of her lips slightly, and the outline was so soft that it seemed to blend into the galaxy.

Xue Hua couldn't help biting the handkerchief cow all over her face, hateful, how could she be so good-looking?

Woo woo, she also wants to be liked by Asae, damn Xiao Qianzhu, she won't make snacks for you in the future!

Gong Qianzhu, who was standing beside Leng Yixiu and watching the fireworks, sneezed twice indecently, she rubbed her nose, woo, who is saying bad things about her?

Suddenly, I saw a beautiful blue butterfly flapping its wings and flying in front of her, circling around herself, Gong Qianzhu liked it very much, just stretched out her hand, the blue butterfly stayed on her white and slender index finger very docilely, and the thin wings danced lightly, which was very beautiful.

Gong Qianzhu couldn't help but take a closer look, and suddenly there were a few more colorful and beautiful butterflies around her, flying around her, Gong Qianzhu was surprised, and looked in the direction where the butterfly was flying, Sima Changyuan, who was originally wearing a moon-white robe, stood at the corner of the corridor far away from the lights, looking at her with a smile, surrounded by countless streamers and glowing green, like countless star-devouring demons flying around him.

Gong Qianzhu smiled knowingly, and ran towards him with her skirt.

"Changyuan, why don't you go to see the fireworks? I never knew that fireworks could release so many forms, so beautiful!" she ran up to Sima Changyuan, looked up at him, and said with great interest.

Sima Changyuan just looked at her and smiled, raised his hand and touched her head.

Gong Qianzhu didn't ask, just looked at the streamer green around him with bright eyes, and exclaimed: "Changyuan, where did you catch so many Star Devouring Demons, aren't you afraid that they will sting you?"

Sima Changyuan smiled, "This is a firefly." ”

Gong Qianzhu suddenly realized "oh", and the fireflies flew up and down around them as if they knew it, as if they were isolated in another space, like a scene like a fire tree and silver flowers, which was extremely beautiful.

Gong Qianzhu smiled and looked at the beautiful fireflies around him, suddenly remembered something, and looked up at Sima Changyuan, "Changyuan, what's wrong with you today, don't you like to be with everyone?"

Sima Changyuan shook his head lightly and stared at her for a long time before he slowly spoke, "Zhuzi, I think it's time for me to go back to the Biyi Clan." ”

Gong Qianzhu's hand stretched out to catch fireflies stiffened in the air like this, and it took a while to retract it in surprise, and said a little helplessly: "Why is it so fast...... Didn't you say it would be a few more months?"

Sima Changyuan smiled lightly and said, "The clansmen are all waiting for me. ”

Gong Qianzhu bit her lower lip, she forgot that Changyuan was still the national teacher of the Biyi clan after all, and it was impossible for him to stay in Jiuge all the time, but his heart was empty, as if he had lost something.

was secretly sad, suddenly Sima Changyuan's face approached, she was startled, but Sima Changyuan took the first step to clasp her shoulders and didn't let her retreat, and approached and said with a joke: "What's the matter?

"It's a little bit ......" sounds a little weird, but it's a bit reluctant.

Sima Changyuan suddenly smiled, and his smile was as bright as a star.

Just when Gong Qianzhu was still distracted in his smile, suddenly the familiar soft touch on his forehead came, and Sima Changyuan kissed her lightly on the forehead, like a believer kissing the Virgin, clean and reverent.

Gong Qianzhu was a little surprised, after all, he didn't push him away, just kiss him, anyway, it's not the first time.

Sima Changyuan's lips only stayed for a moment before leaving her forehead, and before she could speak, his misty eyes lingered on her face, and finally stayed on her thin lips with beautiful contours, and his eyes were even more shrouded in a layer of fog, and before he had time to think about it, he leaned down and kissed it.

At that moment, a huge blue chrysanthemum exploded in the night sky, scattering bright stars and scattering all over the sky.

Gong Qianzhu was stunned for a moment, when he kissed his forehead, he only thought that this was a parting ceremony between friends, so he didn't refuse, but he never thought that he would suddenly kiss her on the lips at this time.

Sima Changyuan held her face, her long eyelashes were like brushes, as if the kiss was not intimate enough, and stretched out the tip of his tongue to delicately trace her beautiful lip shape.

Gong Qianzhu only felt that her lips were soft, and something hot and humid slipped over her lips, causing her to shiver, and a temperature that had never risen to her cheeks before.

I was about to reach out and push him away, but suddenly I felt a mess in my mind, and the broken image flashed quickly in my mind, but I couldn't see the image inside, I only felt that something was slowly shattering in my chest, and the warm feeling was transmitted from my lips to every corner of my body, as if my body was given a small sun.

As if someone had taken her soul, Gong Qianzhu slowly closed her eyes, and only relied on Sima Changyuan to support her waist so that she did not fall.

Sima Changyuan's lips were still on her lips, but he suddenly opened his eyes and quietly looked at her sleeping serene appearance, his thin lips curved out of a gentle and beautiful arc.

The second seal is unsealed.

Sima Changyuan put her in the corner of the corridor, kissed her forehead reluctantly, stood up and threw a cyan paper crane from his arms, the paper crane flew into the air and became huge, he rode the crane away in the wind, after all, he still looked back with affection, looking at the Nine Song Immortal Island that was getting farther and farther away, and his eyes showed a strong reluctance.

Bamboo, you know, we always have to have a place to go, back to where you should be, is your way out.

Bamboo, wait for the day when you really wake up, and then let's continue dreaming.

In this world, there are only three of us dreaming.

Sun. Moon. Star.

(Nine Sighs, End)