Chu Tian turned away, with a sneer on his lips. He said congratulations and said nothing more. He looked at the lights not far away. It was dim and unclear, and Jun Wuhen felt even more suspicious.
Mo Xuan said: "We just don't like Nishang, Wuhen, do you really like Nishang?"
She asked Jun Wuhen, did he like neon clothes?
Jun Wuhen didn't answer, but Chu Tian answered on his behalf, "You don't like Ni Chang, why did you marry her?"
His expression was dark, and Mo Xuan pulled his sleeve, "Let's go, let's go drink."
Chu Tian seemed determined to hear Jun Wuhen's answer, but Mo Xuan forced him to leave, "If you don't leave, no one will drink with you."
Chu Tian snorted coldly and was pulled away by Mo Xuan.
White moon in the forest.
Jun Wuhen was sitting alone on the bridge of Jinghu Lake. When his mind moved, he played "Flying Time" again.
I have played this tune for five hundred years and never get tired of it.
The sound of the flute jumped from the fingertips, gentle and lingering, full of all kinds of longings. In the vagueness, I saw the dancing woman in white again, with flying black hair and a graceful and exquisite figure.
There was a sense of obsession and intoxication in Jun Wuhen's eyes. He couldn't help but stand up, but he didn't dare to stop playing the flute. It was as if he was playing the tune like this and she would always be there. A warm feeling surged in his heart.
pain.
The sound of the flute is as weeping as it is plaintive, and the dance is enchanting and charming. In fact, her shadow has been with him for five hundred years.
He spent more time in the White Moon Forest than in the Demon Ancestor Temple.
Although I don’t know who it is, I can’t help but miss it and want to catch it.
She didn't even dare to touch her, for fear that she would break if touched.
If it doesn't exist anymore, there won't even be any pause in this piece of music.
The feeling of wanting to see her was extremely strong. What was hateful was that her face was always covered with a layer of white gauze. No matter how hard he tried, he could not see her face clearly. It was like the most beautiful shadow in his heart, following her everywhere.
.
"Asshole, don't marry anyone else, don't..." The woman's voice was so sweet, Jun Wuhen paused, the flute stopped, the shadow in front of him also shattered, and the woman was no longer visible.
"Who are you? Come out. If you don't want me to marry someone else, come out." The impatience and panic in Jun Wuhen's heart reached the extreme, and he almost broke through the obstacles in his heart, shouting desperately to the surroundings.
But there was nothing but his reply.
He felt a deep sense of loss in his heart. Who was that person?
Is he an imaginary shadow, or is he a real person? He is in a state of confusion. The sound of Zhushenjian and Abao quarreling is getting closer and closer. The last time Zhushenjian was beaten by Abao, he was so angry that he didn’t talk to Abao for two days.
.
Why did they quarrel again this time?
A man came with a sword. Po, dressed in fiery red, gorgeous and enchanting, stepped on the God-killing Sword. The God-killing Sword was not to be outdone, and scolded him for being violent and perverted. All kinds of unpleasant words opened the floodgates and poured out in droves.
Jun Wuhen covered his eyebrows, these two people were really...
I have never seen such a rebellious familiar and main weapon.
"Jun Wuhen, do you really plan to marry that woman?" Abao asked sharply, his violet eyes filled with anger. It was rare for Zhushenjian to stand on a united front with him, "Jun Wuhen, you are not allowed to marry!"
"Reason?" Jun Wuhen asked them.
They must know something, but they never tell.
Zhushenjian howled, "I hate that woman? How can a second woman appear next to you? My status is not guaranteed."
Jun Wuhen, "..."
Zhushenjian, you are finally willing to admit that you are a woman.
"I have decided to marry her in three days. There is no objection to this matter, unless you can give me a reason." Jun Wuhen looked at them coldly, "I'm tired of hearing things like I hate her."
Abao and Zhushenjian snorted coldly at the same time, Zhushenjian said: "Jun Wuhen, idiot, you will definitely regret it."
Abao looked calmer, "Why?"
Why?
Someone else asked why he wanted to marry Nishang. Jun Wuhen stood on the bridge with his hands behind his hands, and the white moonflowers were dancing in the sky. It made him look so lonely in a black robe. After a long time, his voice came faintly, "If it weren't for that person,
It doesn’t matter who it is.”
Abao was suffocated in his heart and didn't care about it for a moment. He couldn't do it without saying anything to Hailan. He couldn't really let Jun Wuhen marry Nishang, so why should Hailan Qing be embarrassed? If he really married Nishang, he and Hailan would be completely finished.
But Hailan, is he still alive?
"A Bao!" A Bao was about to speak when a clear voice floated over, followed by a moon-white figure with flowing silver hair. Who else could it be if it wasn't Sunny?
"Goddess of time and space, when will it be as easy for you to come to the Demon Realm as it is to eat?" Jun Wuhen asked coolly. He had heard about Qingtian and Abao, but he turned a blind eye.
But it’s rare to see Abao’s drama, and if you don’t watch it, you won’t watch it.
"I control the space. I can go wherever I want. Can you control it, Demon Ancestor?" Qingtian landed next to Abao and deliberately hooked his arm, with an intimate posture and provocative brows.
"We are openly in love with each other, and we are very courageous. Liya lets you do nothing?" Jun Wuhen asked. The commandments of the God Realm are much clearer than theirs. It is impossible for Liya to treat Abao like he did. No matter what he commits, he will
I can just laugh it off and not care.
"I'm not under the control of Liya." Qingtian chuckled.
Abao said coldly: "Are we familiar?"
"I have put down my body and chased you for five hundred years, how dare you say that you are not familiar with it and give it a try?" Qingtian was furious, Jun Wuhen laughed and watched the show, and the God-killing Sword and his master stood watching the show together.
"Are we familiar with each other?" A Bao asked decisively, and Qing Tian was half-dead. However, Qing Tian and A Bao were incompatible with each other, otherwise she would not be able to suppress the arrogant A Bao. She pinched A Bao's ears and pulled A Bao hard.
Bao flew away, and you could still hear Bao's angry shouting in the distance.
Don't pull my hair.
Zhushenjian said coolly: "Do you think A Bao's hair is more important, or his life?"
"Hair!" Jun Wuhen said decisively.
Zhu Shen Jian nodded, indeed, narcissistic people cherish their feathers more than their lives.
Outside the Baiyue Forest, Abao pulled back his hair and ears angrily, "I have something serious to talk to Jun Wuhen about, what are you doing here?"
"I also have something serious to talk to you about."
"Go away, what's your serious business? You're not doing your job all day long, and you won't be able to find someone for hundreds of years." Abao couldn't help complaining.
Qing Tian was angry, "It takes fifty steps to laugh at a hundred steps, why are you talking about me?"
"Are we going to quarrel? Wait until I clean up Jun Wuhen before we can quarrel again." Abao pretended to leave, but Qingtian immediately grabbed him, "Brother Abao, if you take the initiative to say I love you, I will tell you where Hailan is.
