Five-two

Liu Yun's heart was like a turbulent wave, why would the woman ask such a thing?

Have we seen it somewhere? Have we seen it somewhere?

How could it be, in my arms, I watched her die, although unwilling, although powerless, but that was the truth.

Is she really her? She's not dead? She's alive!

He couldn't stop thinking about it in his heart, although he knew that it was impossible, but he still couldn't stop thinking like this in his heart.

The woman smiled coquettishly and said, "Yes, that's the last question."

He looked deeply at the woman, looking at the woman's face with a white scarf, as if to tell what the woman's face was like through the veil, and he said, hoarsely, "No."

This sentence seemed to drain the strength of his whole body and cut off his last illusion, and he himself cut off that last illusion, because reason told him that this was impossible, absolutely impossible!

A confused expression flashed in the corner of the woman's eyes, is it impossible? Why do I always feel that this person has some kind of deep intersection with myself? Why did her heart throb unstoppably the moment she saw him, and it has not subsided until now, those regrets and throbbing.

Liu Yun retracted his gaze and said, "Miss, can you be satisfied with this answer?" If you are not satisfied, I will leave.

He lifted his feet, turned around, and walked out, not knowing why the first thing that came to his mind was dissatisfaction, perhaps even his own dissatisfaction with such an answer.

The woman behind her whispered: Childe stays, Ruyan is satisfied with this answer.

Why did she want to keep it? If it were someone else, she would never stop it. It's because of the familiarity that only those in her heart will have if she meets her loved ones, she wants to know why this man makes her so familiar.

When the man heard this, he paused, but did not turn around, and said, "No, there are still friends waiting for me outside."

He was talking about Su Chen, but Su Chen couldn't help but feel embarrassed when he heard it outside, and any movement of the two people in the room was clearly captured by the perspective technique, and he couldn't help shouting in his heart: Don't go, don't go! If you leave, who should I go to paint the first Spring Palace in the Qi Cultivation Realm!

It's so obscene!

Even my friends don't let go!

The woman smiled softly: Childe is here to have fun, even the little woman is not afraid, but is Childe afraid?

The corners of Liu Yun's mouth were filled with a wry smile, and a voice lingered in his ears, you are here to have fun, you are here to have fun!

He turned around, and at this time the woman was raising her hand to remove her veil, and her flower-like face was slowly revealed, and under the flickering lamp, a touch of beauty was added to the haze, and it was indeed a face that was extremely imaginary to the small town woman, but it was more charming and less weathered.

Su Chen outside the window cheered in his heart, haha, it has fallen, my spring palace has fallen!! he almost looked up to the sky and laughed three times.

When he saw this face, he forced his thoughts to swell, walked to the small table, picked up the wine jug, drank a big sip of wine, looked at the woman with some playfulness and said: Miss, I am indeed here to have fun, but I don't know what kind of joy Miss can let me find here, and what kind of fun can I make?

The woman took a small wine glass with broken flowers, picked up the wine jug he had just placed on the table, and poured a glass of wine into her own cup.

She said: I don't know what kind of joy the son wants to find and what kind of fun to do?

He didn't answer, just looked the woman's beautiful figure up and down, this is the eyes of an old pervert, this is the eyes of a man looking at a woman.

Does this guy really have the potential to become a pervert? Once he gets the opportunity, he doesn't hesitate to expose it nakedly? But, why are there still those pains and loneliness in his eyes.

The woman smiled coquettishly and said: Childe is not that kind of person, besides, I am afraid that the shallow appearance like smoke will not be able to enter the eyes of Childe.

He grabbed the flask again, took a sip of wine, and said, "How do you know that I am not that kind of person?" I am that kind of person! At this moment, he was full of arrogance, like a green forest carrying a handle that occupies a mountain and is the king.

The woman chuckled and shook her head, and said, "Don't tease me, if Childe really likes Ruyan, can I stay here tonight?"

He grinned lightly, and shook his legs: Joke, I don't dare? Little lady, you just wait tonight!

Ruffian, this ruffian in Songtao Peak once again showed naked in front of the world.

Su Chen's eyes lit up, confidant! I didn't expect you to be a veteran of this way, my vision is really right! After tonight, I must have eight bows with you!

He seemed to see the Spring Palace unfolding in front of his eyes, so vivid, so lifelike and eclectic!!

The woman shook her head again, although the lights were dim, she still found the sadness that Liu Yun hid in the deepest part of her eyes.

When she saw that sorrow, her heart trembled violently, and she rose and fell in this small but thrilling sorrow, why could this sorrow touch her like this?

She almost felt that the sadness was for her!

But they never met.

She said: Childe, how about we make a drinking order first?

Liu Yun's old ruffian pouted noncommittally: Okay, what if I leave you alone?

With a bold wave of his right hand, he said, "Let's finish the three jars before making a wine order?" Oh, you only need to drink a pot.

The woman gestured to the bamboo green next to her, and the clever little maid had already gone to get the wine quickly.

When the little maid walked away, the woman said softly: Childe don't want to talk big, although smoke is not enough to drink, but I'm afraid that with such a way of drinking, Childe will get drunk here first like smoke.

Liu Yun smiled disdainfully, just you, can you drink me down?

Liu Yun stepped forward and took over the three wine jars, patted the mud of one of the jars, and drank it with a bang, during which he raised his eyebrows at the woman, and signaled: Can you compare this amount of wine with a thousand cups of not getting drunk?

The woman shook her head helplessly, smiled, picked up the flask on the table, and drank it one by one.

Liu Yunsantan drank a little drunk, originally in the afternoon, he drank a lot at the Yuelai Inn, and now he drinks again, even if he can drink again, I am afraid that he will have to be poured down like this.

It's just that this guy wants to save face, and he can't say anything about repentance. Now I can only expect that the woman is really not strong enough to drink and get drunk early.

After drinking a pot of wine, the woman is still sober as before, yes, the Qinglou woman, if she can't drink, she will have lost her chastity a long time ago, and the red pill doesn't know where she was thrown to the grandmother's bridge, how can she still retain her virgin body like her.

After the two finished drinking, the woman spoke first, and she said: The rules of the wine order are according to the party.

Liu Yun could only nod, he also expected the woman to say, the wine order does not need to be drunk like this, whoever loses can drink a pot is enough, or say: I drink a pot and you drink a jar, it's okay!

But he was destined to be disappointed, the woman was not as understanding as he thought, and what he said just now must have been a radical general!

Liquor makes a wine order, no wine no order, no order no wine.

The woman gently pulled the hair hanging down on her forehead, and under the faint yellow light, the hair left a shadow on her white and tender cheeks, and she spoke again: Why don't we play poetry solitaire?

Liu Yun's eyes lit up, this is good, even if there is no poem to answer, with my talent, what if I write a poem on the spot?

The woman listened to his answer and smiled lightly: It's tasteless to always use the poetry of the predecessors, why don't you and I write poems on the spot?

He shook his legs arrogantly, thinking that I am a proud disciple of Songtao Peak, it is better to catch chickens and dogs to write poems?

The night is as quiet as snow, only in this small building, there are still faint lights flickering, occasionally a faint human voice, only in the distance, sporadic dog barking, with the night wind, fluttering faintly.

Su Chen outside the window was dumbfounded, what is the situation? Is there still the Spring Palace? Is there still the most outstanding Spring Palace in the Qi Cultivation Realm? Why do you want to drink? Is the wine so good? Is the wine so good?!!!

Tomorrow I will buy a hundred jars of fine wine and drink you!!

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