These six beast bone cups stood in the air, but seeing that they were shining with an amber color, the rich aroma of wine emitted made Tang drunk for a while, I am afraid that it must be the level of wonderful spirit wine!

All six of them reached out and took off the beast bone cup steadily.

At this moment, Tang Zui looked at the people in the house, in addition to Xuanxiao Taiyi and Puzzled, there was actually another person who he had a relationship with, it was the palace ninefold!

Gong Jiuzhong's makeup is still the same as the first time I met, only to see red beaded flowers on his head, red lips like fire, which highlights his fair skin like snow, and his body is hot and charming.

Gong Jiuzhong and Tang Zui glanced at each other, and then said with a coquettish smile: "Tang Drunk Daoist, Qingshuang Sword Pavilion has been separated for many years, and now they have met." Huh!"

Tang was drunk and confused, and he loved Gong Jiuzhong deeply, and he gave her the Buddha and Demon Venerable under the auction that day. This palace ninefold turned out to be the descendant of Gong Tianyin, the patriarch of the Tianyin Palace, but for some reason, the descendants of Gong Tianyin did not practice in Tianyin Palace.

There are too many secrets involved, Tang Drunk smiled and said elegantly: "Sister Gong, don't come unharmed." This is a coincidence that we can get together again. ”

Xuan Xiao Taiyi's face was happy at this moment, and he said: "Okay, Brother Tang, I'll be talking about the old later." I'll take a drink of this glass of wine and introduce it to you later. ”

The six people raised their glasses and drank, except for Tang who was drunk and drank it all, the other five people all tasted it lightly, and Wei Neng drank it in one gulp.

Even the amount of wine was so heroic that he was puzzled, and when he tasted the wonderful spirit wine in this beast bone cup, he frowned and exclaimed.

The five of them were surprised when they saw Tang drunk so heroically. Xuanxiao Taiyi even exclaimed: "I said Brother Tang, your amount of alcohol is too against the sky! Don't say it's you, it's the power of the Yuan Infant Stage, and I have never seen anyone who can drink a cup in one breath!"

Tang was drunk at this moment to ease his senses, and the wonderful spirit wine in the beast bone cup looked like an amber color. In fact, it is just the light and shadow refracted by the bone cup, and the original color is jet black.

The original aroma of wine was fragrant, but unfortunately when I put it on my lips, I found that there was no taste. It was as if it had been solidified, and after drinking it, it was light and tasteless, but the energy contained in the moment became extremely violent.

This energy directly penetrated the body, making people shiver, as if it contained countless plants and trees with extremely cold attributes!

Tang drunk secretly stimulated the fire spiritual power in his body, and it was slightly dissolved. Secretly feeling the accumulation of dark wounds in the body, there is a feeling of the Yellow River, and the interest is only drunk as soon as it starts.

This time, the five of them were only drinking for the first time, and they all looked at themselves in surprise. With a wry smile, he asked Xuan Xiao Taiyi, "Xuan Xiao, what is unique about this wine?" Can you elaborate on that?"

Puzzled at this moment, he laughed and preemptively said: "Xuanxiao, don't say it first, Tang boy is the best at wine tasting, listen to his guess first, haha!"

Tang Zui shook his head, and then said: "Don't doubt that you are too high to think of Tang, it is better to hide your clumsiness than to offer ugliness, then Tang will say a few words about my feelings."

This wine must be a wonderful wine,"

I stood on the street and watched the bustle, but it was very silent. Walking down the market, there are fragments of characters burning in the blue porcelain basin on the side of the road. Vermilion, snow-and-white plastic bags were burned at a half-man-high gray loess wall on a street corner. Smoke rose and dust filled the air. But I know it's the way to go.

Doomed to bloodshed, hope, burning, until despair regenerates hope.

Like love and life. Tatjana.

When I fell, I didn't want to go back. Only open sore eyes in the pungent smell of smoke, above the smoke, the edge of the earthen wall interception, purple clouds in the sky. I moved slightly, turning my face away from another angle. The torrential rain surging in the clouds was finally overwhelmed, like a rain of bullets, and fell to the world.

The sudden, blue-gray rain mixed with the light smashed straight into the head. Approach and go deep to extinguish the feeling of oppression. This time, I didn't shed a tear, and I endured the devastation after the terrible rain. As far as the eye can see, gravel lies in puddles. After all the sonorous smoke and dust and burning fire were lost, it was like a moment of stability, but I was so flustered that I was at a loss. Closing my eyes and bowing my head, my body trembled, and I couldn't stop crying, silently, Tatjana, I finally lost.

I know I've lost.

It was still a gentle day, and on the banks of the Danube, I lived in an old two-story house. There is a slope around the house, and there are many trees. I always remember the moment when the darkness fell, and you pulled me up and swooped down the slope. We trotted to cushion the force of the fall. At that moment, the night condensed in the gentle color of the soul, the keys rang and the shadows of the trees tore at each other to hide the secrets of the sky.

My heart is stirred, and it follows you, by you, and at your disposal. Tatjana said, "Don't talk to me about love, love is so sacred, how can we be counted."

After ten years, I came to the Danube again and walked up the staircase of the old apartments. It's so bright outside, but it's dark and secluded inside. Like you, as you fester, turn down the stairs and pass through the cloister. Another low ladder, one step into the dark and seamless realm. I felt the wall as if I had to dock, the planks creaking under my feet. There is a window here, and the outside of the window is blocked by a wall, and there is no light and depth.

My heart suddenly collapsed, my chest was dull, and if there was a falling force in my body, it was suspected that I would have a bowel loss.

Tatjana once held my hand at a young age and said, "Won't it hurt if your heart is torn around?"

It was a long time ago, and I saw you at the window. I wave and call out to you, Tatjana, Tatjana. You lift your face in the middle of the jungle, lift your face, and the shadows of the trees crash into your feet. Your eyes, I remember. It's so thorough and uncomplaining.

You look at me, don't move, and then take off your pink shirt. Placed in the hand and released along the Danube, the powder blue is like a beautiful wound. In the end, Tatjana said that it was not that she did not love, and that she did not care about resentment. I always remember, but I can't remember what you look like. When I think about it, it feels like it's just a mist, the feeling, the smell, the gentleness, as if there are still fingertips. The blue-gray slowly approaching undead, bone-eater, silent, as empty as a missed shuttle. I'm going to cry, it's going to be like you've never seen before.

Every time I think of you, it's like it's been a long time.

Push the door on the cloister and enter. The Danube can be seen straight from the window, and the ceiling is carved with a picture of the Virgin. I opened the window, and the city hung upside down like a hanging scene, condensed and steady. The smell of the river poured into the dim, mildewy houses, and the stiff gray curtains swayed.

Tatjana, we lived here at that time. One day you were going to send a letter, and I was still asleep, when I heard the sound of you putting on your coat and going downstairs, and my heart was in a state of confusion, and I struggled to wake up. chased you out barefoot, and in the corridor, I grabbed you. You turn your head, and the light sinks into the void. Like being swept into the air of the deep sea by the tide, I gasped deeply. Behind you is the door of the blue Danube, a lush yellow sky, rolling away.

I won't let go, I'm deadlocked, so sad to look at you.

You sighed and walked over and hugged me. Kiss me on the forehead.

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