"Today is the child's unparalleled birthday, it is rare for the immortals to come to appreciate their faces, so that this small hall is full of brilliance, and the immortals do not have to be restrained today, although they are open to eat and drink. ”

Prince Dongyang stretched out his arms, and his momentum was magnificent.

"His Royal Highness Prince Xie. ”

"His Royal Highness Prince Xie. ”

All the immortals knew that this Dongyang prince had a good temper and an easy-going personality, and hurriedly thanked him, which was really unceremoniously open to eat and drink.

Suddenly, I heard that the hall was bustling, and it was not lively to push the cup and change the lamp.

Looking at Wushuang and Xiao Jiu on the seat, the hands that were holding each other tightly have never let go since they entered the door.

"Xiao Jiu likes cherries, so it's better to eat a cherry. Wushuang chose a pink cherry from the crystal plate and sent it to Xiao Jiu's mouth.

Under the moon held by the immortals, and under the graciousness, Xiao Jiu shyly opened his pink little mouth and accepted it happily.

"Sweet?" asked Wushuang gently.

"Sweet. Xiao Jiu replied lightly.

The intimacy of these two people is really called envy, jealousy, and hatred when they are watched by hundreds of people under this city......

A few little fairies looked at it with blank eyes, only hating that their lives were not born so well.

And among these hundreds of pairs of envy, jealousy, and hatred, there is a very sharp light, like a polished and polished sword blade, killing this side, as if it has its own light, flashing so that Xiao Jiu can't open his eyes.

She blinked, and involuntarily looked around.

I don't know if it was because her eyes were too good, or if he was sitting too conspicuously, but with a single glance, she saw the source of the sword's light.

It was the boy in white who was swept up in the clouds.

Seeing that he was sitting upright, he was holding up his glass and drinking down.

When she saw him drinking, she was so frightened that the cherries in her mouth were gone.

She wanted to step forward to stop him from drinking that glass of wine, but at such a distance, even the third senior sister didn't stop her, how could she lose her temper and run to stop it?

Besides, with what qualifications do you have to stop it?

But what's wrong with him?

Knowing that you are suffering from a heart disease, you should not drink alcohol, so why do you drink alcohol today?

Are you really afraid of having another heart disease?

Just when she was secretly distressed, seeing that the young man in white had drunk all the wine, he raised his eyes, and met his own gaze, and when the two eyes met, the world seemed to disappear.

Just this glance is ten thousand years.

The coldness in the eyes of the young man in white was slowly replaced by gentleness, and her pink beauty dissolved into his gaze, as if a warm light shone in the cold deep pool, and he longed that this light would no longer be lost or dissipated.

And she also wants to live in that deep pool, even if she is cold to death, frozen to death, in this life, she is unwilling to leave.

After a brief look at each other, it seems that the sun, moon, stars, mountains, and rivers are still, and the bustling noise in the ears is also still, and time stops at this moment.

One has clear eyes, the other tears fall red, the west wind does not understand the style, and the east wind is sad and ugly.

Two tears fell one after another, inexhaustible, love, hate, dilemma.

"Little Nine, Little Nine. Wushuang called to her softly.

She came back to her senses, quickly avoided the nostalgic gaze, and pulled her hand out of her handsless hands for no reason.

Wushuang saw her suddenly look panicked, and the inexplicable change made him very puzzled.

Wushuang looked in the direction she had just looked over, and found that in the remote corner, it was the young man in white who was sitting upright.

Wushuang came back to his senses, his hands tightened, and he silently endured the resentment in his heart.

He blinked, looked at Xiao Jiu, still looking warm, he raised his hand to help Xiao Jiu smooth the hair in front of his forehead, and cared casually: "What's wrong with you?"

Xiao Jiu was a little weak by his question, smiled, and said, "It's nothing, it's because you held it too tightly, and my palms were sweaty." ”

"Really?" Wushuang still had a hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth, but he looked very stiff with a smile.

"Well, yes. Xiao Jiu nodded.

Wushuang said lightly: "You say yes, then that's it." ”

Whether the palm of the hand is sweaty or seen someone sweating, who can tell the difference?

Who knows what's going on in your mind?

It's been so long, can't you still let him go? Even though you're covered in bruises, can't you still let him go?

......

After the birthday banquet, there were still some chores in the Suspension Hall that Wushuang needed to deal with personally, and Xiao Jiu was escorted back to Jiulin Buji Mountain.

Walking carelessly all the way, when he was about to arrive at his cave, he looked from a distance, and the wisp of white clothes in front of Yunxiang Cave was as white as snow under the faint night, shining.

She suddenly felt a little uneasy, wondering why he was here at this time?

At the same time, there was also a bit of surprise, and the dense and inexplicable various touches from the heart made her a little nervous.

She walked slowly, and a few feet away, she could smell his wine wafting in the night breeze.

His face was slightly ruddy, his eyes were lazy and confused, and he looked half drunk and half awake.

"Uncle Xiao can't drink, so why bother with it? Aren't you afraid of heart disease?" she covered all kinds of emotions and spoke lightly.

"Heart disease?" Bing Ruohan smiled coldly when he heard this, he approached closer, drunk and hazy with a bit of a rare smile: "Are you worried about me?"

Xiao Jiu heard it, and somehow he couldn't cry or laugh.

"Uncle Xiao now has a third senior sister, where can Xiao Jiu worry about it?"

Bing Ruohan listened, and the corners of his mouth turned slightly.

He ignored her sour words, looked straight into her eyes, and cared: "The injury on your back, is it better?"

After speaking, he took advantage of the drunkenness to uncover her clothes and check the wound.

Xiao Jiu stepped back and rejected him.

This drunken little uncle has become very frivolous, and he goes to pick up the clothes of the woman's house at every turn, yes, he was drunk once before, and it seems to be like this.

However, it's okay not to talk about this wound, as soon as he said this, Xiao Jiu's heart was full of grievances and annoyance, and suddenly rushed to Tianling Gai.

Thinking about that day, the third senior sister turned the ring into a ring whip and pumped it herself, and the little uncle in front of her stood aside and watched, watching the whip fall on her body fiercely, without any intention of stopping it, which was heartbreaking.

Even if it is the old hatred and hatred of the present, is there no trace of the master-apprentice relationship of the past?

Now he can actually stand here and ask himself coldly, have the whip scars on his body healed?

Amusing.

Xiao Jiu replied to him coldly: "Thank you Uncle Xiao for your concern, Xiao Jiu has been cared for by Senior Brother Wushuang, this injury has long been healed." ”

When Bing Ruohan heard the word Wushuang, his face was a little lost, and he asked lightly: "Wushuang?"

Xiao Jiuyi had nowhere to vent his anger: "Okay, haven't you seen it with your own eyes?"

After the words fell, he added: "Xiao Jiu has Wushuang, this life is enough." ”

"Is it enough?" Bing Ruohan raised his eyebrows, and smiled coldly:

"Enough ......"

A trace of sadness that could not be dissolved between the sorrowful brows.

Xiao Jiu looked at it, looked at it, but she felt distressed, and after a while, she asked again: "Uncle Xiao came today, shouldn't he complain to Xiao Jiu?" ”