"Luo Ming is a cold person, always wearing a silver butterfly mask on his face." He set his eyes on Baili Liumo, paused, and continued, "Just like him, so see him today. I will lose my composure. Xing'er has only the pity of her confidant for Luo Ming. She once implicitly said that Luo Ming would not have anything outrageous between them, but Luo Ming still stayed by Xing'er's side, silently of trying to warm her heart with his love."
"Shangguan Yu'er is the witch of the demon clan, oh, just like the saintess of our clan, she is the most honorable woman in the demon clan except for the devil. She accidentally ran into Luo Ming once, and was deeply attracted by him, and then ignored The identity wants to be with him, but they are both poor people, Luo Ming can't get Xing'er's love, and Shangguan Yu'er can't get Luo Ming's love either, these two people are so obsessed with love , and tortured himself and the other party bitterly."
"Although Shangguan Yu'er is in the Demon Race, she doesn't have a bad heart. Even though she knew that Luo Ming only loved Xing'er, she never did anything to hurt Xing'er. But this situation ended with the full moon. The Mid-Autumn Festival." Beichen Moxuan sighed deeply, his mind seemed to return to that full moon night when he accidentally bumped into their conversation more than a thousand years ago.
The full moon hangs high, and the cool weather is like his cool heart. Sitting on the stone bench is a man in white. The man in white is better than snow. There is an air of indifference and alienation all over his body, with a silver butterfly on his face. Mask, a wry smile was drawn on his lips. In front of him is a pot of sake on the table, and there are several jars of spirits on the ground.
Luo Ming filled the wine and poured it into his mouth like drinking water, cup after cup, his cheeks were slightly wet, and his eyes under the mask showed deep despair.
"Bang!!" Luo Ming threw the empty jug on the ground, then picked up a jar of wine, opened the seal, and poured it straight into the mouth. smashed to pieces.
In the corridor, Beichen Moxuan's white figure was hidden behind the pillars, and the night became his best cover. His eyes fell on Luo Ming, he hesitated a few times, and finally decided to go out.
"Brother Luo Ming, why are you drinking?" Just as Beichen Moxuan stepped out, the woman's sweet voice sounded, he stopped and hid behind the pillar, like a voyeur, carefully hiding With his own breath, do not let the two find out.
Shangguan Yu'er, dressed in a light pink long dress, trotted to Luo Ming's side. Panting slightly, he looked at him, grabbed the German wine jar from his hand, and said with some displeasure, "Mid-Autumn Festival, the night of reunion, what are you drinking here!? What should you do if you lose your body!?"
"Go away! I don't need you to take care of my affairs!" Luo Ming shook off his hand, frowned slightly, and said displeasedly. Maybe it was because of drinking that she couldn't control her strength, or because Shangguan Yu'er was unprepared. With this push, she fell to the ground. Luo Ming's movements paused slightly, but he didn't reach out to pull her up. He reached out and picked up the jug, opened the lid, and poured the wine into the air until it was empty. He threw the wine jar and went to drink another jar.
"Brother Luo Ming, you..." With tears in his eyes, Shangguan Yuer sat helplessly on the ground, looked at him with a helpless expression, and said aggrievedly, "Why do you treat me like this? I've never done anything to hurt you, so why can't you be gentle with me?"