He was secretly saddened, when he suddenly heard a woman's voice say, "His Royal Highness is celebrating his birthday, why don't you invite the poor nuns?"

The sound was so far away that it was so thin and light that it seemed real to the ears.

Li An was a little stunned, and thought: Baoyue, a thief nun, always has a cold face, and she picks people at every turn, I don't want to be boring to myself, but I have become mine, right?

"If Mrs. Shi is willing to come to the cold house, it is really brilliant, and the younger generations can't ask for it. ”

After Li An finished speaking, he waited for a long time, but he didn't hear back, and then he realized that his cultivation was not enough, and his voice couldn't be sent so far. He went back to the house and wrote an invitation by himself, thought about it, and deliberately added one more sentence, naming Qing Sisi to come with him and let Xiao Liuzi send it over.

At this moment, the shadow guard Wang Zhuo came to report that Donghao Shenjun sent a prayer post, saying that he had invited a hermit from the Daomen to celebrate the birthday of His Royal Highness the Prince tonight.

Ang Lee: Since he is a hermit, why don't he live in seclusion honestly and run out to do something? Who is trumpeting his birthday?

He vaguely felt that these people were not good, and he planned to inform him. However, as soon as he walked to the front of the house, before he could knock on the door, he heard Jin Yingluo's voice from the house, and she was cowardly and whispered, "I'll help you undress." ”

Suddenly, I heard my heart shouting, "Don't!"

There was silence for a while, and after a while, Jin Yingluo said softly: "I'm not embarrassed, what are you ashamed of?" Her voice was originally very soft, and she was very ecstatic when she was coquettish.

Immediately after, there was a sound in the room. Ang Lee's face was hot, and a certain spring day flashed in front of him, and he squatted in front of the widow's window with an unscrupulous old man, watching the picture of the widow cheating.

I only heard my heart gasp slightly: "Then you come up there." ”

The corners of Ang Lee's mouth twitched, and one hand hung in the air, feeling that it was very inappropriate to knock on the door at this time. He thought to himself: Senior brother likes to be down there? Forget it, I'd better go to Master first.

Separated by a wall, he knelt on the couch, his face was pale, and there was a slight cold sweat on his head. Jin Yingluo climbed onto the couch with her skirt and carefully lifted the shirt on her chest.

There was a deep wound on his chest, and the blood scab and clothes coagulated together, and if he dragged hard, he was afraid that the wound would be torn to pieces.

Jin Yingluo was very shocked, distressed, and anxious, and said: "Who hurt you like this? If I don't have any doubts, do you plan to keep it hidden?"

"No one else has the ability to do this, I made it myself, my mother is resurrected, and within seven seven and forty-nine days, she must drink my blood to live. ”

He paused in his heart, reversing life and death was against the way of heaven, he was counterattacked by mana, and he had to take blood from time to time to extend his mother's life, so he would become so weak. He pulled out a smile and said, "Yingluo, you must keep it secret for me, my mother doesn't know anything, I told her that it was dragon blood." If she knew, she might not have drunk it. ”

He had been wearing a heart shield to separate the wound from his clothes, the mirror surface was smooth, and if it was knotted with the wound, he could easily take it off as long as he rinsed it with a pot of warm potion. Who knew that he would meet Jin Yingluo, and the heart goggles were broken.

Jin Yingluo's eyes were as gentle as water, tears rolled in her eyes, and she also squeezed out a smile and said, "Okay, I won't say it." Thinking that the wound should not be soaked in cold water, she boiled some boiling water, took out a pair of scissors, and prepared to cut the clothes around the wound first.

He suddenly stretched out his hand to block it, and the scissors almost fell into his hand.

"What's wrong?" Jin Yingluo was startled.

Ji Xin whispered, "This is my last robe of the Heavenly Machine Palace, don't break it." I'm not afraid of pain, you don't have to talk about it. ”

"Take the claws away, and I'll sew you a few more pieces when you go back, and I sewed the one on your body too. ”

Jin Yingluo stretched out her slender jade fingers, held the hand that held her heart, and gently pushed it aside. Her hands are obviously smaller than ordinary people's hands, soft and warm, and her heart is full of joy for no reason.

Saying that, Li An went to find his master, and when he came to the outside of the wing, he heard the movement coming from Feng Qingyan's house, and the corners of his mouth twitched even more seriously.

"Don't come here, I won't take off my clothes even if I die!"

A man was yelling inside, panicking. This voice was somewhat familiar, and Ang Lee couldn't remember who it was for a while.

I only heard Feng Qingyan say leisurely: "Let me take a look, just take a look." ”

Before the words fell, there was another ghost crying wolf, plus the sound of tables and chairs toppling over.

Li An looked up at the sky, took a deep breath, puffed up his breath, and shouted, "Master, Master!"

From Li An's angle, you can vaguely see that a young man in a white tiger skin is lying on his back on the ground, his head stuck on the overturned table leg.

Feng Qingyan grabbed Bai Ze with his left hand, and with a flick of his right hand sleeve robe, the tiger skin covering Bai Ze's body flew up.

Li An couldn't bear to look at it directly, Feng Qingyan's expression was very indifferent, he looked back at his apprentice, and said with a smile: "An'er, I've always been curious about what the divine beast Bai Ze looks like, and I finally saw it today." ”

It is said that Bai Ze never shows his true face, and Li An is also a little curious, he stepped forward and stood on the threshold, the young man just now was gone, replaced by a behemoth, almost filling the room.

Bai Ze's body was covered with mist, it didn't look real, he could only be vaguely distinguished, he had a pair of eyes that looked very wise, a goatee, and a dense white fur, faintly mixed with pale cyan patterns.

"Returning to Tibet! You are the master of the Heavenly Machine Palace, the master of the king?"

Bai Ze realized it later, and shuddered, it was really a hell of a thing, how could he think that there was a faint treasure light flowing on this person's body just now, and he had no cultivation, he was a fat sheep?

Feng Qingyan raised his eyebrows slightly: "King, it seems that the heart is mixed well." ”

After discussing with the master, Li An made a decision, since Donghao Shenjun also wanted to go to the banquet, he simply made the banquet more lively and invited more people.

The banquet is set up in the pavilion of the water center, the east is full of red plums, the red calyx is silent, the pond is sparse, and it is extremely quiet. There is a heating dragon under the pavilion, and although it is in the open air, it is not cold.

Young alone by the railing, the sun and sunset shine on the long pavilion late.

Li An was standing in the pavilion, and after a while, Master Baoyue came to the door alone, without taking Qing Sisi. Li Anxin was displeased, stepped forward to salute, and said: "Mrs. Shi, please take a seat, the birthday of the younger generation should not be too public, just eat a bowl of longevity noodles at home, even if it is celebrated, Mrs. Shi please take care of herself, just like in her own home, the younger generation will be absent for a moment." ”

Baoyue looked arrogant and said, "Why, His Royal Highness the Prince doesn't welcome poor nuns?"

Li An was expressionless and gave her a default.

Suddenly, someone on the side laughed and said: "I heard that the master of Tianji Palace is suave, whether it is a spring boudoir girl or a half-old, when I see my son, I will mistake it for life, and I will miss my son for life." How can you accept an apprentice, but you are so dumbfounded, you can't even deal with an old nun, and you have a good face in vain. ”

Li An turned around, and under the sunset, he saw the shadow guard Wang Zhuo standing upright in the plum forest, his face stiff, showing a strange pale cyan.