C110

Chapter 109

the main hall is empty. The candles on the lamps have gone out. It's dark all around. Only the dim and pale moonlight slants through the door of the main hall.

Fengling Jue half leans on the steps of the main hall. Her red dress falls to the ground, charming and charming, like the blooming peony.

He was drinking the good wine hualiuyue had brought to him some time ago. The mellow wine slipped through his throat, and his chest hurt for some reason. It was very stuffy.

Feng Ling Jue subconsciously put out her hand to cover her heart, arched her body, bit her teeth, and drank a mouthful of wine, hoping to paralyze her heart with alcohol.

"Hell..."

But it backfired. This jar of wine fell into my stomach, and the stinging pain was unabated. Fengling could not help cursing.

He's sick, isn't he?

Does he have to go to the witch doctor?

Just thinking of him, he stood up wobbly. Just as he stepped out, he faltered at his feet. Feng Ling Jue's whole body was tilted and fell to the ground.

Feng Ling Jue lay on the ground and looked up at the empty roof. She couldn't help but smile bitterly. She reached out her hand and gently fell in front of her eyes, muttering in a low voice, "when did I start to drink so badly?"

But after a few drinks, he got drunk. Fengling could not help sighing that he was not as good as before.

"That's all. Let him alone."

At the end of the day, fenglingjue shook his head helplessly. He has lived for tens of thousands of years. What big waves have not been seen? However, in the end, he is the most difficult to see through.

He has been stubborn for 70000 years and persistent for 70000 years. He has also read that person for 70000 years in his heart. What did he get in the end? After all, it's just a smoke in the air.

With a bitter smile, the laughter gradually dissipated in the air.

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"priest, can the evil spirit of the altar be reduced now?"

With some books in his arms, Luo qingdeng just passed the altar. He stopped to ask the priest who was guarding the altar.

The priest was an old man with a long beard. When he heard the words of the lantern, he was also slightly stunned. "Master lantern, what do you mean by that?"

The lamp frowned slightly. "Isn't there something wrong with the altar?"

"It's true that there have been some problems during this period."

The priest said, "it's just because the evil spirit in the altar suddenly drops. Something's wrong."

"The evil spirit falls sharply?"

Down the green lamp eyes suddenly a sink, "this is really?"

"Naturally, I dare not deceive you."

Said the priest.

The lamp lowered his head to meditate for a moment, then raised his head and said faintly, "well, I know. Go ahead."

"Slow down, my Lord."

The priest bends.

"Is the evil spirit greatly reduced?"

Luo qingdeng turns to leave, thinking, and goes to the magic hall.

The door of the main hall was not closed, so it was so swaggering open that it was dark. Looking from a distance, I couldn't see clearly what was going on inside.

After seeing it, he sighed and walked into the hall.

The hall was empty. When he just stepped in, he couldn't see anything. He frowned and couldn't help calling, "my lord?"

There was no echo in the hall.

Just as luoqingdeng was going to light the lamp, suddenly the dark clouds dispersed, and the dim moonlight also came in. It was on fenglingjue, who was sleeping on the steps at this time. Beside him, it was the scattered wine pots.

The red shirt reflects the moonlight, shining and shining. Fengling Jue is as beautiful as a demon. Now her long hair is scattered and her eyes are closed, which is breathtaking. This scene is as moving as a painting.

The Green Lantern sighed and walked over with light steps. He bent down and looked at the sleeping fenglingjue. For a moment, he was at a loss, so he had to say gently, "my lord?"

He called a, Feng Ling absolutely did not respond, fell the green lamp to think, slowly stretched out his hand, gently shook Feng Ling Jue's arm, "adult, don't sleep, be careful to catch a cold."

"My Lord, are you drunk?"

Seeing that Fengling had no response, he said helplessly. Then he looked at Fengling and thought about it for a long time. Then he held Fengling up. He looked down slightly and his dark eyes lit up. Then he said low, "my Lord, I will send you back to my room."

Fengling absolutely drunk, where can you hear the words of the falling lamp? Let the lamp pick him up and go to the room.

The confused fenglingjue felt that he was picked up. The familiar feeling made fenglingjue's heart hurt again. He could not help curling up slightly and shivering all over.

Is that him?

But ah, he's already gone, isn't he?

It's impossible

It can't be hisThe more I think about Feng Ling Jue, the more uncomfortable I feel. Tears can't help falling.

Falling green lamp a Leng, hurriedly hugged Feng Ling Jue in the bosom, flustered way, "adult, you Don't move. Don't fall. "

It seems that after hearing the words of the lantern, Feng lingjue is more honest. She moves slightly in the arms of the lantern and sleeps deeply.

"My lord..."

The blue lantern helplessly looks at fenglingjue, then walks into the room and gently puts fenglingjue on the bed.

Just as luoqingdeng was about to cover fenglingjue with a quilt, he suddenly caught a glimpse of fenglingjue lying on the bed. At this time, his eyes were moist. A tear ran across the pale skin and gradually wet the pillow. Luoqingdeng's body was severely shocked, and his brain was suddenly blank.

"Why do adults cry?"

Luo qingdeng clenched his fist tightly, and a touch of coldness slowly rose in his eyes. He stared at Feng lingjue, as if he had to ask why.

Maybe it's the response that hasn't been given for a long time, but it's only when the lamp is down that Fengling is drunk.

His body suddenly a stiff, and then quickly bent down, stretched out his hand for Feng lingjue to wipe the tears on the cheek.

"Don't cry, my Lord."

It's always rare for Fengling to be fragile. Luoqingdeng seems to be in a hurry. He reaches out his hand to wipe away the tears from the corner of his eyes. His eyes are filled with heartache and confusion.

Fingertips gently slide over the pale skin, a very strange feeling slowly rises from the bottom of the heart of the falling lamp, slowly, the falling lamp stops action, looking at Fengling absolutely in a daze.

Eyes from the long eyelashes have been falling on the pale and bloodless lips, down the green lamp on the sleeve of the hand slightly shrunk, and finally the ghost slowly bent down.

For a moment, Luo qingdeng was stunned. The closer he was, the closer he was. When he was no more than half an inch away from Fengling, suddenly, his heart clapped. He suddenly moved. Looking at the beautiful face close at hand, Luo qingdeng was sweating.

What the hell is he doing?

In a panic, Luo qingdeng immediately plans to get up and leave. At this moment, suddenly, a pair of slender arms suddenly hook his neck. He can face the beautiful and charming peach blossom eyes.

Falling green light heart, suddenly missed a beat.

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I have several bad friends who often send gifts to each other. The names of the recipients I wrote to them are very wonderful, and their grievances are reciprocated. So when they send me gifts, my recipients will become as follows: the most dirty winter, the most dirty in the universe, and so on. In fact, I am quite innocent. Where am I dirty? I am a little pure!