The feast lasted for a long time. An Xiaoyue usually has that indifferent attitude towards the elders, and over time, the elders are also a little afraid of her. Everyone knows that this sect master has given almost everything for the whole sect, and the elders have pity but can't say it, and Xu Yu is one of them.

The remaining elders are all the peers of An Xiaoyue and Lin Qingyuan, and they are not even very old, so they dare not say a few more words to An Xiaoyue.

As for those juniors, except for Luo Nianyun Liu Ying'er and a few bold ones, they are also submissive in the face of An Xiaoyue, or they have a little more worship.

Without a younger brother, An Xiaoyue can't imagine what will become in the end. She chooses to close herself, but people who can see her essence dare not break her closure, and she can't see her except for denunciation or fear. In the long run, she will close herself more ruthlessly, and there will be fewer people who are close to her.

Maybe she will soon become a lifeless demon, and no one will dare to approach her again. Fortunately, there was a night of peace. No matter when, or what An Xiaoyue becomes, he will break through her layers of defense and enter the deepest part of her heart. It made her feel like her heart was still beating, beating like a living person.

Whether it's a witch or a fairy, she's his sister. This is the salvation of Anyu Yue for ten years.

An Xiaoyue went out with her younger brother this time, maybe she didn't notice it herself, but the accompanying disciples all felt that the sect master's mood was much better, his voice was much softer, and the smile on his face appeared more frequently. Sometimes they would tell jokes and joke with their disciples.

The most incredible thing is that when the sect master and An Yuye are together, they often blush. The two sisters and brothers did not deliberately hide their relationship, but they still paid great attention to it when the disciples were there. Despite this, some people often see the intimate behavior of the Sect Master and An Yuye.

That's right, it's Liu Ying'er, who is good at gossip...... Then it was passed on to ten, and all the people who accompanied him knew about it.

During the feast, it was impossible for an observant elder not to notice the change in the sect master, not to mention that her eyes would drift to An Yuye.

With the help of wine, several elders told them all the unspeakable concerns they had for An Xiaoyue for several years, and An Xiaoyue's little smile during the banquet made the elders a little stunned, let alone An Xiaoye.

As someone in a certain book and a certain other world said, there are two kinds of wine, social wine and sincere wine. The cultivator of social wine will not get drunk no matter how much he drinks, and he has his own luck to resist it, but no one will resist the drunkenness of sincere wine.

An Xiaoyue was really happy today, she returned to the sect, and her younger brother was accepted by the sect. The elders had a lot of heartfelt words for her, and the starting point for the revival of the sect was close at hand. She drank wine that she hadn't touched for many years, didn't deliberately relieve the smell of alcohol, and didn't know how much she drank, but she felt that she was drunk unconsciously between pushing the glass and changing the glass.

Her head was dizzy, and her face was a little red. He said to the others, "Go back, I'll live here today." I haven't lived on the ninth floor since it was built. ”

Seeing that their sect master didn't look like a sect master, the elders themselves were actually a little drunk, so one by two went out one after another and returned to the sect. When the disciples saw the elders leaving, they followed them away. Liu Ying'er didn't leave immediately, and made a grimace at An Xiaoyue, who was already in a daze, and said, "Master, have fun." ", and then pulled Luo Nianyun and ran out.

Only the two siblings were left in the huge room, and the scraps on the table had been sent away.

An Yuye wanted to see what the other rooms were like from the moment he came in, but he was a little dizzy now. An Xiaoyue was even more delirious, and Liu Ying'er's ridicule didn't hear much clearly. The two supported each other and walked in a random room.

It has to be said that they were in good luck. The most luxurious room in the Mirror Feather Pavilion on the ninth floor was chosen by An Yuye. But he didn't have time to care about the tedious decorations now, because the most beautiful scenery in the world was in his arms. The two fell on the bed, their eyes met, and An Xiaoyue sneered.

An Yuye also smiled when she saw her sister's confused and red face. He stroked his sister's cheek, and his lips couldn't help but come up, his brain was already a little deprived of oxygen, and now he didn't control the time, and the faces of the two of them were even redder. As soon as he stopped, he gasped for air.

It seems that the two of them are really drunk, An Xiaoye thought, and what little reason he had left told him that there were some things that were not suitable for him to do at this time.

My sister said in a daze: "Today... I'm so happy today! I'm going to be so happy in the future, the most... I like the night the most. ”

An Yuye muttered, "I'll be so happy in the future, sister." ”

The two snuggled up to each other, their consciousness was gradually submerged, and they fell asleep together, the last picture in his mind seemed to be in the fairy country.

It was two butterflies in a dream frolicking among Lan Zhi. After a thousand years of dreams, the surrounding scenery has changed again and again, and they have watched the flowers cycle through bloom and withering countless times, and even the scene of the relentless wildfire taking everything away has been staged several times. The prosperity and destruction experienced in the past thousand years have long been downplayed, but when I look at the butterfly beside me, I still can't calm down for a long time. That's a thousand-year-old heartbeat.

A thousand years have passed, and they can't even name the flowers around them. Only their indelible love is eternal.

An Yuye had always felt that immortality was a curse, but with the other butterfly by his side at the moment, he felt that a thousand years were too short. He will hold her hand for the next thousand years, and he will live forever and ever.

The butterfly finally incarnated as an adult, in the fairy kingdom, before Yutan, An Xiaoyue stood there alone, surrounded by spiritual mist, which matched her white gauze skirt very well. She saw An Yuye and smiled slightly. An Yuye walked up to her and embraced each other, and the fairy kingdom became the appearance of another world that An Yuye saw.

Just as they were about to take their first step, everything in front of them vanished.

Reality, inside the room.

The sleeping position is very unsightly, and the sister and brother are entangled to death.

It was already late at night, and the crimson on their faces from alcohol had not yet subsided. An Xiaoyue's hot and humid breath hit her brother's face, stirring up a burst of fragrant wind. Apparently affected, a smile appeared on An Xiao's face in his sleep.

An Xiaoyue in his arms muttered, and kept talking in his dreams, "My brother is dead, don't get it." Well, apparently not a good dream.

An Yu hurriedly entered the room at night, and even forgot to pull the curtains. The moonlight spread from the windowsill to the two of them, which was a tranquility that An Xiaoyue had not experienced for many years.

Tonight, drunk dreams for more than a thousand years, the Ming Dynasty, Lingyu shimmered ancient and modern.