"Go find out why the Demon Lord is willing to release Qianhua."
Mo Yunye, who was sitting far away in Fengluan Pavilion, after drinking a glass of strong wine, just said this to the secret agent who came to listen to his orders.
The secret agent ordered him to turn into a cloud, and at that moment Lingxi came walking on the cloud: "I have ordered someone to send half of the immortal grass to Guijun."
"Yes." Mo Yunye snorted almost inaudibly, as if he didn't hear Lingxi's reply at all and had no intention of replying. He just looked at the sea of blooming flowers and drank another glass of strong wine.
Lingxi frowned, took the wine bottle from the table and poured it into the sky outside the building. Then she replaced it with mint tea and poured another cup for Mo Yunye. There was blame and heartache in her mouth: "Tianjun always drinks wine. Why do people who don’t drink alcohol get drunk now?”
"Ha..." With a low and cold self-deprecating smile, Mo Yunye raised his bright and sharp eyes, flashed his eyes fiercely, and asked in a gloomy and hoarse tone: "Thousands of years ago, Luo Qian was bewitched by the Demon Lord, and used A false marriage tested me; a thousand years later, Qianhua was instigated by the Ghost Lord to test me with an illusory dream. Lingxi, do you think it is doubtful that I, Mo Yunye, love someone so much?"
Lingxi had a connection in her heart, but had no way of answering. What Mo Yunye needed was not an answer but comfort, but this comfort was something Lingxi could not give. However, the pot of wine that Lingxi poured down from the pavilion in the air just now was all poured onto the surface of Mo Yunye. The person Yun Ye longed for, and this person, could give Mo Yunye great comfort at this moment, but it was a pity that he was really heartless -
Luo Qianhua was full and had nothing to do, wandering idle on the nine hundred and ninety-nine white jade steps outside Yunqi Palace. At that time, Fengluan Pavilion happened to be floating over here from the clouds, and Lingxi's claws happened to reach The half pot of strong wine was poured down, and because she was worried about Tianjun, she forgot to cast a spell to let the wine dissipate with the wind, so by chance, Qianhua's head got soaked.
"It doesn't rain in heaven?" Baji muttered, holding his head and looking up, it was such a beautiful sunny day! Qianhua secretly sighed that it was not good to go out. It would rain even if there were no clouds passing by. When it rained, it just rained. It even had a strong smell of wine. She could only admire what a charming rain!
After twisting a spell and drying his wet head, he was as careless as a thousand flowers falling. He was about to continue wandering around in boredom, but suddenly the smell of wine that passed by suddenly reminded him of the time he helped him move last night. The Rain God mentioned that the wine brewed by the wine recipe given by the Demon Lord was bland and tasteless, and it remained the same after repeated attempts. I don’t know where something went wrong.
Because the Rain God, Si Yu, dews her palm, Tianjun gave her the responsibility of brewing wine. The Rain God lived up to his expectations and brewed the first jar of wine in the shortest time. However, the jar of wine was not really Zui Qianmi. Like clear tea, as astringent as citrus. Even though the Rain God has never tasted Zuiqianmi, he has heard Qianhua talk about the refreshing taste that comes back a thousand times. From this, it is assumed that there must be something wrong with the brewing process, but the problem is unclear. I was puzzled. Yesterday, when I was helping Qianhua move her belongings from Baiyuan Garden to Yunqi Palace, I mentioned that I wanted Qianhua to come to my mansion to try the wine. Qianhua agreed readily, but she forgot to do it after I slept. Jing, if it hadn't been for the coquettish rain, I probably wouldn't have been able to remember that there was such a thing. Now that I thought of it, I didn't dare to hesitate anymore, got up and flew to the Rain God's Mansion. (To be continued)