Zui Qianmi can be brewed well, but it is a major matter whether he will be happy and free in the heaven for a long time in the future. Some time ago, he was in the devil world, and more or less relied on the deception of the Wolf Lord Inner Alchemy to drink a lot of Nan Liyue's private collection of fine wines. Therefore, the wine The addiction has never happened again, and now I have returned to the heaven. If the rain god cannot brew drunken honey, won't the days to come be like years, and life will be worse than death? It's better to go back to the demon world and hang out with Nan Liyue...
Thinking of this, Qianhua suddenly froze, dumbfounded, and her heart was pounding. How could she have longed for those days of being imprisoned? Could it be that being held tenderly in Mo Yunye's arms was not as good as being raised in a cage by Nan Liyue and sleeping in the open air
He slapped his head hard and warned himself not to dwell on the past anymore. Just when Huangfu Yaruo came out of the house, he saw Qianhua violently mutilating himself. He was so frightened that his face turned pale: "Fairy Qianhua, why is this happening? Stop it quickly!"
"I hate that I almost missed your appointment."
"I also saw that the time was up and you hadn't arrived, so I wanted to come to Yunqi Palace to find you... But if you forget, you will forget. Don't punish yourself!"
"It will be better to sober up and have a long memory. I actually forgot such an important thing! Rain God, please don't worry. Take out the wine and give me a taste to see what went wrong."
He kept urging the Rain God not to rush, but he impatiently stepped into the mansion one step ahead of her. On the Eight Immortals table in the center of the main hall, his eyes were stung by a candle swaying wildly.
"The Rain God's Mansion is so bright and clear! The walls made of rain and the columns made of exposed water are elegant but not clichéd. They are regular and not dull. They make me envious. Why don't I move in with you?" Qianhua Yi Fan sighed with emotion. The first half of what he said was polite and courteous, but the last sentence really scared Huangfu Yaruo into a cold sweat: "Don't! Be careful when Tianjun comes to take you back and punish me again. There may be rumors tomorrow morning. Talk about the Rain God and the Flower God... and the Qianhua Fairy's habit of cutting off her sleeves!"
"Hahaha... Are the gods in the sky such gossips?" Qianhua liked the virtuous rain god's cute and innocent look, so she lay on the Eight Immortals table and laughed so hard that the branches of flowers trembled, and the candles on the table also trembled. Trembling, shaking, ready to die.
Seeing Qianhua's playful smile, Huangfu Yaruo secretly breathed a sigh of relief. She accidentally said "Flower God", thinking that Luo Qianhua would care that everyone regarded her as a shadow. Fortunately, she only cared about entertaining the gods and didn't care. It can be seen that being heartless can sometimes be a blessing.
Little did they know that behind Luo Qianhua's bright face, she deliberately concealed the faint sting in her eyes, then smoothed her hair and urged nonchalantly: "Rain God, bring the wine quickly, let me taste the fruits of your failure! "
Yaruo nodded, then she twisted a spell and conjured a bottle of wine, which she handed to Qianhua.
Qianhua just took it, and her heart sank. The lid of the wine jar was not tight, and there was still no aroma of wine. Even if she opened the lid, she could only smell a light smell of wine. This kind of inferior product is different from the real thing. Qianhua didn't want to try it, but at least he showed some respect for the rain god's hard work, so he dipped his fingertips in some, touched it to the tip of his tongue and licked it. He was even more disappointed, it was not as good as ordinary tea. Not only was it bland, but there was also a bitterness that numbed the lips and tongue. Qianhua was so angry that she dropped the wine jar and picked up the teapot on the table and drank heavily.
"Drinking this kind of wine means you either enjoy it or suffer it. Rain God should stop making it..." Qianhua complained nonchalantly, and the candle on the table flickered. (To be continued)