Under the warm light, Wei Yuan looked at the girl in front of him quietly.

A simple and straightforward whisper.

The 'Vodka Queen' who was eavesdropping in the attic couldn't help but feel moved. Compared with Wei Yuan's past behavior, she was like a warrior of the Qin Dynasty holding a spear, singing about the nakedness, and whispering Jian Jia. There was a sense of contrast.

impact.

The goddess in furry pajamas narrowed her eyes slightly and said:

"I understand."

She pondered, and then suddenly realized:

"So, it's natural for Kua Lin to fall in love with you."

"After all, when she was dying, you were the one who carried her around the corpse of the ugly woman for ten days and ten nights. You were her hero."

The girl didn't seem to realize the meaning of Wei Yuan's words at all. Instead, because she had just mentioned Kualin, she naturally thought of it. Wei Yuan, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, couldn't help laughing, and the goddess couldn't help but glance at him.

, said: "Isn't it?"

Wei Yuan said: "I'm not talking about her..."

The goddess asked in confusion: "Then what are you talking about?"

She thought hard.

"Have you saved anyone else..."

The girl's thoughts were suddenly startled. Past memories appeared in her mind. At the end of the Qin Dynasty, the generals who rode war horses to deal with the bandits appeared. After arriving in the ghost realm in this life, they smiled at themselves.

Crouching tiger, thoughts stagnant.

He saved me.

Heroes always appear in time to save others.

I just said it myself, he is the hero.

So what he meant by that sentence was that...

She looked at the increasingly handsome man in front of her and seemed to hear Wei Yuan whispering with a smile.

People will always fall in love with the hero who saves themselves.

I also saved you, so will you...

The conclusion that was naturally drawn was a very simple three-stage logical progression. The girl's eyes widened, her voice suddenly became stuttering, her fair face turned red little by little, and she looked at the sudden words in disbelief.

Wei Yuan, who said such Meng Lang's words, stammered:

"you you……"

"Huh? What's wrong with me?"

Wei Yuan was confused, "Did I say anything wrong just now?"

The disciple who was taught by the master, 'At least, at least you have to reflect for me once before doing it!', the charioteer who was named the Bamboo of the South Mountain fell into reflection, recalling, and analyzing what he had just instinctively said.

Well, Jue saved me.

I said that, people will definitely fall in love with the hero who saves themselves.

etc!

Wei Yuan's eyes widened, these words, this, this, this...

Doesn't this just mean saying I love you directly?

Damn it, listen to me...

He suddenly looked up and saw the girl's face was red, her breathing was rapid, and her eyes were like the breeze, just a palm away from him - you have seen the wind, crossed the snow, traveled a hundred thousand miles of the Western Region, and eight hundred miles of quicksand.

, but have you ever seen the long wind in Kunlun? Have you ever seen the red sunset glow flowing thousands of miles under the sun, reflecting the way it flows into the rivers and into the world of mortals?

Those eyes were shining gently, quietly reflecting Wei Yuan in front of him.

Wei Yuan's face also turned red.

Master's teachings are actually very traditional.

There are three hundred poems, which can be summed up in one sentence: thinking without evil.

The silent atmosphere gradually became softer. The painter in the attic covered her mouth and nose with one hand and leaned her back against the old wooden wall panel to prevent herself from screaming subconsciously, but she was already screaming in her heart, hurry up

Come on, come on!

Why are you fucking me, coward!

I want to draw one hundred and eight fanarts!

Even she felt her heart pounding.

Just when the atmosphere was so good, the door was suddenly kicked open, and the cold air outside, mixed with snowflakes, and the smell of alcohol rolled in. The water ghost and the mountain god Qian Lai walked in shoulder to shoulder.

, one hand is holding a glass happy water bottle, and the other is holding a blue-colored classic beer.

Laughing loudly: "Okay, okay!"

“Good wine!”

"The world is really a wonderful place!"

"Hahaha, if you like it, I will take you to skewers next time. Let me tell you, beer and happy water can only be paired with skewers, and it must be in the summer when there are too many people.

Holding a big pot and listening to stories and conversations from all over the world, that’s how exciting it is!”

“What you eat at home has no soul!”

"Hahahaha, you are also a soul eater!"

"Brothers!"

"Brothers!"

"Brother!"

"Second brother!"

Qian Lai Shan Shen laughed and drank, then stopped suddenly.

One of the two bastards took out his left foot and the other took out his right foot, but they both stopped in the air.

He stared at the scene in front of him with a dull face, completely silent.

The water ghost's right hand trembled, and the happy water spilled out.

The corner of Qian Lai Shan Shen's mouth twitched, and the beer he drank came out.

They saw young people looking at each other in this museum, their faces flushed.

The two people over there just distanced themselves.

Dead silence, dead silence.

Look at each other.

silence.

The water ghost reacted instantly, broke away from Qianlai Shanshen's arms, stepped forward, and turned around.

Kick the door open and shoot hard.

Qian Lai Shan Shen was kicked out.

The water ghost, who looks handsome and carefree but is actually a scumbag, directly takes care of the mountain god.

The corners of his mouth twitched.

"Sorry, we went to the wrong place."

He thrust himself out and ran away with his head in his hands.

The cold air that swept in actually calmed down the rapidly beating heart. Wei Yuan, who had just felt that the sky and the earth were as vast as an ice field and everything was lonely and desolate, felt a little hot instead. He exhaled a breath of turbid air, and the girl also opened her eyes.

Slightly restrained.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

Only the 'Vodka Lady' in the attic gritted her teeth, banging the paintbrush on the digital tablet with tears streaming down her face: "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Kill you, stab you to death, is your brain full of water?!"

"It's so disgusting, how can it be repaired?"

She took out a bottle of eau-de-vie from the side.

Open bottle caps with one hand.

I raised my head and swallowed it all.

The girl, whose face was as thin and delicate as the wind blowing in the willows, was flushed with drunkenness. She raised her cuffs and wiped the wine stains around her mouth with the cuffs stained with various colors of paint. Her eyes seemed to glow red and she let out a wine burp.

With tears streaming down his face, he gritted his teeth:
To be continued...