Yuer was no longer entangled with the sudden disappearance of the black robe boy, and turned to the young man covered in water vapor, "You drunkard, as long as you hear the sound of the wine jar opening, you will run right away. Why are you so inactive today? !"
The boy shook the drops of water hanging on the horns of his head, and said strangely: "What! Usually I appear too fast, you blame me for only admitting alcohol and not friends. Today I was a little reserved, and I complained about it when I appeared a little bit late. !"
The boy stared at Yu'er and asked tentatively, "Sister Yu, who made you angry?"
Yu'er looked at Qilu's innocent face, and became even more angry: "It's not you! Who made you late! As a result, a glass of good wine I worked so hard to make was forcibly taken away!"
"Who! Who is so presumptuous!"
When Qilu heard the words, he immediately yelled to the surroundings, "Who is it! Come out for me! Dare to grab my wine! Oh no, no... Dare to bully my sister Yu!"
Yu'er was amused by the swelling look of his deer, just like the elder sister of a clan who hates iron and steel, and said softly: "Sit down, the wine will be spilled."
The deer laughed mischievously, sat down, quickly picked up the wine glass and drank it, his intoxicated appearance seemed to drink the jade syrup from Yaochi.
"By the way, Sister Yu" Qi Lu was too busy to pour the wine again, "I was in a hurry just now, it seems that someone is really next to you?"
Upon hearing this, Yuer paused and said, "No one, one who passed by and robbed him."
"What! It turned out to be a robber! Then I should have grabbed him just now!"
The deer feasted on Yu'er while embracing Yu'er.
"Forget it, I lost a glass of wine."
"That's even worse! Robbery is even more culpable!" His deer held up the glass in his hand, with a resolute expression that he must pay a price for snatching my drink.
Yu'er patted his head and said, "You can drink your favorite bar well, and those who have nothing to do with you don't have to worry about it!"
Yu'er didn't know, and now Qilu didn't know, how could this black-robed young man have nothing to do with them.
"By the way, Xiaolu, after Xiaoman this year, you should be a..." Yuer asked casually, and was cut off by Qilu before finishing the question, "I am seventeen years old this year!"
The deer pretends to be a child, and rushes to answer with a hippie smile. "It's still seventeen, I think you are 1,700 years old!"
Yu'er buried him, picked up a small pebble by his feet and threw it into the stream, splashing layers of ripples with a thud.
"It's not yet, one thousand six hundred and ninety-nine!" Qilu just drank, "Our people have a long life span. I'm still a child, otherwise how can I call you my sister."
Yuer looked at him with an innocent and innocent look, and smiled and said, "Yes, yeah, old kid, little drunkard!" After he waved his cuffs, he summoned some streams to splash on his deer.
"Hey! Sister! You are going to suffer from playing with me, but I came from the water!" The two were really like children, splashing water on each other by the stream.
If time can be fixed here, it can be considered complete.
It's a pity that, except for Yu'er, who really has no past and nothing to worry about at the moment, everyone has gone through those old past events that they don't want to recall, and the same is true of his deer. He clearly knows how the current Yuer became the current Yuer, and he knows exactly who made Yuer go through the sufferings of the past. He would never tell her, nor would he let her suffer any more pain she shouldn’t suffer, so he waited for her drunken spring breeze every year, watching her walk by the flower stream and looking at flowers, his eyes were empty but there was no sadness. enough.
If Qilu were to see that man with an arrogant expression in a black robe again, he would have to fight him endlessly, and understand the hatred that he hated to kill him back then! At that time, it would not be difficult to bring out a fierce war of beasts that could make Huaxi surging.
"Your Majesty." Moxin said in a rare and respectful voice, Ba Tian knew that it must be about the woman, "Today is the Queen's birthday, do you want to..."
"No." Ba Tian snorted coldly in his heart, as if the woman living in the other courtyard had nothing to do with him.
Wasn't the three hundred years of injury caused by the woman who lived in another hospital? The experience of these two days keeps Ba Tian's memories appearing in front of his eyes, and they can't get rid of it anyway, and it's hard to get rid of it.
Four hundred years ago, under the pressure of his father, Batu Demon King, Ba Tian married the daughter of the Zhu family, the first family of the Demon Realm. At that time, Ba Tian didn't know what love was, but felt a trace of sorrow. Even he, the eldest son of the demon king, and the first heir to the throne, still has to be like the tacky kings and ministers in the mortal world, in order to maintain the stability of the rule, and can not have the slightest complaint to sacrifice his own marriage.
Sacrifice is sacrificed, anyway, there is no one who really likes it. After the big marriage, the former Demon King Batu seemed to have settled a mind-set, and took the queen to swim far away, passing the position of Lord of the Demon Realm to Ba Tian.