After speaking, Fei Luo sighed, and said again: "Tomorrow's wedding, don't frown. I will send someone to prepare some wine for you, and you will be happy if you eat some wine. If you really can't forget it, I will take you across the Wangchuan once. You can forget it. The past is with the wind, and you will be with me in the future, and I will treat you well."
Qian Yu raised his head immediately, his face mottled with tears in the gaps, he said: "Forget? The most unforgettable person in this world is him. I would rather endure the suffering of lovesickness for hundreds of years, and not forget him. Since you If I love this skin, I will peel it and cut my face, and you will take it!"
"My heart is merciful!" Fei Luo sneered, "How can I be such a shallow person? This is what you don't understand. What do I want a human skin for? What I want is the real you."
Qian Yu described it as haggard, and his hair was messy, but he was willing to say: "I won't marry you, and I won't marry you. My heart has been reduced to one person, and I will only live and die with him in this life. King Yan doesn't need to say more. "
Fei Luo made fun of himself and could only force a smile. He walked into the market in a few steps, and when he saw that everyone on the left and right had retreated far away, he couldn't help losing his temper: "Blind! Prepare the wine and set the table, and we will have a feast tonight!"
His voice fell, and a sudden gust of wind rose above his head. Fei Luo is keen to dodge, but someone is kicking him behind him. He staggered forward and almost fell to his knees in the street, and then reacted extremely quickly to support the ground with one arm, his body was as light as a swallow, and he used his strength to slide up. Before he could look back, he felt a strong wind blowing from the side of his ears, causing a street of ghosts to exclaim and cover their faces. Ferro was unsteady, holding a pillar in his hand. Unexpectedly, this support was actually broken, because he supported his body with his arms, and his waist was loose, and his robe was suddenly blown away by the wind, and his pants fell to his ankles.
Fei Luo was stunned for a moment, then blushed and said angrily, "Which son of a bitch?!"
Jinglin held Cang Ji with his arms and dragged it back to the window. Cang Ji couldn't stop sneering, and said in a gloomy voice, "Look at him, he has only grown a few hairs, yet he dares to rob Zuo Qingzhou? He also made up his mind to marry Lord Linsong!"
Jing Lin stumbled under the pressure of Cang Ji's figure, panted and said, "After he returns drunk at night, we will pick up Qian Yu."
Cang Ji's face was not worried: "If you hit him, hit him. This land is not as good as the Division of Boundaries, and you can't go down to the Palace of the King of Hell. What about Ming robbing? A weasel goes against the sky!"
"You don't just want to beat him." Jing Lin said, "He carries the nine-day seal in his arms, and when he looks back at you, you will be a fool in the Wangchuan River."
"He said he wanted to marry you." Cang Ji turned around and grabbed Jing Lin's hand, angrily said, "He can do it too? No way!"
Jing Lin took several shots along the hair, and Cang Ji took advantage of the situation to approach and rubbed his head against Jing Lin's temples. How could Jing Lin resist such a large body, he was forced to retreat again and again, and finally hit the wall. The lines of his exposed cheeks were tight, and he said to Jing Lin seriously: "You allow them to think like this?"
Seeing that he was a little dejected, Jing Lin paused and said, "I don't know him at all."
Cang Ji was silent, Jing Lin was silent for a moment, his palms quietly put his back on his back, just as he was about to speak, he felt a heat on his neck. Jing Lin was startled, almost thinking that he was crying aggrieved, and couldn't help turning his head away. Unexpectedly, Cang Ji waited so well, and made a straight turn on his side.
Cang Ji's palm slid down, supporting Jing Lin's waist, almost trying to push him up. Jing Lin knew that he was feigning at all, and couldn't help but want to withdraw his hand. But Cang Ji clamped his armpits tightly and held Jing Lin's arms tightly. He rushed in hot and humid, wanton chaos between Jinglin's lips and teeth, even though Jinglin was pulling his shirt on his back, he was indifferent, and pressed against him like a mountain.
"What are you marrying him for?" Cang Ji bit the tip of Jing Lin's tongue and smiled vaguely, "If you have a thief's heart but no courage, he doesn't dare to measure it!"
Jinglin's tongue was numb and his lips were sore, Cang Ji just released. His tongue was against his fangs, his eyes were black and bright, and his back was clearly wet with the sweat from Jing Lin's palm, but he lowered his head and chased Jing Lin for a few kisses.
"Can marry Lord Linsong." Cang Ji's eyes were arrogant, "I'm like this."
Jinglin gave him a kick, and Cang Ji picked him up directly with the person, and walked around the room, saying, "Since he wants to invite someone to drink, he will give him a face that night, and consider him a good eye." Said and patted Jing Lin on the back, "When the time comes, you will be a ghost and put on a mask."
There is no day or night in Lijin, but since the King of Hell has spoken, the ghost messengers will hold on to the time of Zhongdu. When the hour came, I just listened to the whole city blowing and beating, and pulled the red sedan chair around again. The wandering souls in the city were crying and laughing, clasping their hands together and reciting the congratulatory speech. The other side of the flower leads Huangquan Road, the sedan chair is crushed on the chaotic red, and Qian Yu sits in it with his head bowed.
The fox has had its tail cut off, and the silver hair is spread over the red robe, showing an aged look.
Cang Ji finally got his wish, and can lead Jing Lin with chains in a fair and open manner. He walked a few steps with the sedan chair and said, "No, this fox has lost all hope."
The lips under Jing Lin's mask moved, but he didn't speak.
The banquet has opened, and there are all kinds of strange drunkards in the city. When you look up, you can see the fireworks bursting out from the ghost fire, and the surrounding quickly merges into a group of happy congratulations. The sedan chair has stopped at the ferry, the secluded river is calm and calm, all the ghosts are cheering and lively, but this "bride" is like a prisoner. Without Hades' orders, no one dared to hand over even a glass of wine.
Seeing that it was almost time, Jing Lin got up and looked around, and saw that the ghost generals were also drunk, "Feluo will drive a boat to cross Qianyu tomorrow, so he shouldn't stay for too long."
Cang Ji took the last sip from the cup, got up and was about to start with Jing Lin, but someone suddenly grabbed his shoulder. He frowned and looked back, seeing Fei Luo Zui pointed at his face with hazy eyes, and said, "There are 48,000 ghosts in this city, I remember all of them, why don't I recognize who you are?"
The chain in Jinglin's hand shook immediately, and Cang Ji laughed naturally, and said to Fei Luo: "I am a new messenger, and the King of Hell can't remember it."
Fei Luo held the table suspiciously and asked left and right, "Who is he?"
But the attendants on his left and right were also very drunk, and they all lay down under the table.
Cang Ji eagerly rubbed Fei Luo's shoulder and said, "I heard that the King of Hell loves beautiful women, right? It just so happens that I love them too!"
Fei Luo hicked a few times, waved his hands randomly, and said, "How many have you seen? The beauty in this world is in the sky!"
"Isn't it that Dongjun?" Cang Ji said, loosening the chain between his fingers, and Jinglin stepped back without making a sound.
Fei Luo said: "Dongjun! Dongjun is so good looking! If I am a messenger in the Nine Heavens Realm, I am willing to be scolded by him every day."
Seeing that Jing Lin had withdrawn, Cang Ji asked quietly, "How about Lord Linsong?"
Fei Luo was in a daze, raised his eyes hard, and said, "Okay... It's beautiful!"
"Fucking nonsense." Cang Ji suppressed his voice, "Naturally it looks good, why should I ask you this?"
"This is fucking nonsense, I also want to say it!" Fei Luo suddenly slapped the case, and said righteously, "It's so beautiful! You just... What the hell do you know! Alas... He's beautiful here." Eyes, also suppressed the voice, said with heart and lungs, "How many people have you seen who are not afraid of the sky? Well, they are all different and have their own tastes. Dongjun is so beautiful, Linsongjun is crazy. well."
Cang Ji thought that he would say something cold, but he turned out to be a madman. After tasting it for a while, he felt that it was not right, and said, "How do you know it's so clear?"
"I cherish the beauties in this world." Fei Luo said to Cang Ji sincerely, "You... ah... the world doesn't understand me. Beauties should be well-loved, but I don't think it's enough in the palm of my hand, how can I see that they deserve a share. A bit of suffering?" He said, covering his face and crying, drunk and stupid, "beautiful women shouldn't touch love words, why bother? Look at this stupid fox, who has broken a heart into eight petals, it hurts so much Then it was broken into eight pieces. And that Lord Linsong, was broken into sand, I cried so hard when I heard it. You don't understand, you don't understand!"
Cang Ji patted Fei Luo on the shoulder and persuaded: "Why do you like these two? They are not as good as Dong Jun! You think that he has a lot of witty words, has such magical powers, and bears a lot of hardships, but it's not that he needs you more. Beloved beauty?"
"But he..." Fei Luo hesitated, frowning and said, "he will not want me..."
"Hang on him." Cang Ji hated that iron was not steel, "If you have to love him, how can you retreat so easily? Even if you treat him with tenderness, the so-called sincerity is the most important thing, and you will always be able to protect him. The heart is secretly promised."
Fei Luo was mocked and nodded, but he was really interested.
Qian Yu slapped her hands and covered her shoulders with frost. He was born with a yang fetus, and he was severely injured by a broken tail and heart damage. He leaned against the window and looked out, seeing the slow ink color of Wangchuan River, and he suddenly recalled a thousand past events.
The overcast wind blew through the window, blowing Qian Yu's heart to pieces. He pointed to the crevices, but couldn't catch anything in this vast thick ink. Qian Yu's body was cold and distracted, leaning against the wall in a trance and falling into a dream, she felt that her spirit was floating, and she could hardly hold it.
At this moment, someone suddenly heard a voice in the wind.
Qian Yu looked back blankly and heard the voice getting clearer, and it was called "Qian Yu". He crawled abruptly, his eyes looked out from the cracks of the window, and tears rushed out.
"Zuo Lang..." Qian Yu said hoarsely, in disbelief, "Zuo Lang!"
The call of the wind is like a line that is easily broken, and it floats from nowhere. Qian Yu smashed the window, choked up in response. He slashed his fingers and smashed the window with blood dripping, but he was afraid that the sound would go away.
"Let me out!" Qian Yu said anxiously, "Zuo Lang!"
Fei Luo, who was originally drunk, suddenly covered his chest and asked Cang Ji in confusion, "Why do I have such pain?" After that, he replied to himself, "Yes, I set up a seal to implicate my heart, so I will. … not good!"
Fei Luojiu was half awake from the pain, he stood up suddenly, and said, "Encircle the sedan chair, can't let him escape!"
Cang Ji stomped on the leg of the chair, and Yizi took advantage of the situation and bumped into Fei Luo's leg. Fei Luo flipped his feet, lifted the chair on his arm, and smashed towards Cang Ji.
"Who are you?!"
Cang Ji raised his fist on the table and said, "It's the heart and soul of your Linsong-Jun family."
Fei Luo's wine turned into sweat, he backed away in response, and the tip of his nose was almost hit. Cang Ji's fist was fierce and he didn't take him to heart at first. Who would have guessed that he would hide so quickly in a hurry, and in the blink of an eye, he came together and kicked Cang Ji's chest with a powerful kick. Cang Ji raised his arm and received it with a "bang", the surrounding tables and chairs shattered, and the tableware and chopsticks fell to the ground.
"It's amazing." Fei Luo lifted his robe, and then suddenly broke out, his legs and feet slammed into Cang Ji's arms, and he was shocked and hurt. He spat and said coldly, "Here comes a character!"
Cang Ji was kicked numb by him in his arms. Unexpectedly, the strength of his thin body was so heavy, far stronger than the Drunk Mountain Monk.
Fei Luo copied the wine with one hand, slammed his head down, and said, "You are the one who took off Grandpa's pants today!"
Cang Ji raised his palm to catch it, raised his head and took a sip, then threw it backwards. He looked slouchy, put his pinky on the footstool and pointed his little finger at Ferro.
"I thought that since you dared to brag about Haikou, you must have some skills. Unexpectedly, you opened your pants and took a look. You are still a stinky little devil." Cang Ji smiled recklessly, but his eyes were suddenly cold, "Pull out your tongue, lest You talk nonsense again."