Three middle-aged men approached the goddess step by step.
The goddess frowned slightly, sitting on the bench without moving at all, a cluster of fire faintly ignited in the palm of her hand.
"You little slut, come and have fun with me. Women like you always think of yourself as aloof. In fact, once you take off your clothes and lie down on the bed, you are more wanton than anyone else."
The three of them spoke obscenely, looked at each other obscenely, and laughed.
The goddess closed her eyes, and the flames in her palms became even hotter.
Not long after, three middle-aged men, in the direction of the three tripods, surrounded the goddess one by one.
The girl in the tavern looked at the woman thoughtfully, a deep purple light flashing in her eyes.
When the three of them were trying to capture the goddess, green light flashed, and countless green lotuses split their bodies apart.
Soon, the living person turned into a few wisps of smoke and disappeared into the night covered by sky lanterns.
The goddess suddenly turned her head to look. She didn't know when the drunk Aventurine woke up. His face was expressionless, cold and cruel, as if he was a king born for killing. He stared indifferently at the direction where the three bodies disappeared.
The goddess was so moved that her eyes turned red.
"Brother..." The goddess murmured softly, and was stretching out her hand towards the aventurine. When she was about to walk towards the aventurine, there was a bang, and the aventurine fell to the ground and fell asleep again. Everything that happened just now was like...
Never appeared.
The goddess opened her mouth, hesitated to speak, and finally smiled helplessly.
She sat next to Aventurine, glanced at the girl, and said, "Madam boss, do you have some alcohol that's not strong?"
"Girl, shouldn't you have a glass of wine that will make you forget your feelings?" the girl from the tavern said calmly.
"Is that a liquor bar?"
"The strongest wine in the world has nothing but forgetfulness." The girl's voice was clear and clear, without a trace of warmth.
"If you have a light wine, you can take your brother home." The goddess smiled bitterly. She thought that with her temperament, she would never do such a thing.
It turns out that she will also protect her silently without asking for anything in return.
It was quiet inside and outside the tavern, but in the distance there was the laughter, laughter, chasing and quarreling of men and women on the long street.
The lotus lanterns on the Shenyue River have a faint fragrance, mixed with the slightly wet smell of river water, coming from a distance.
Although the tavern is shabby, it is clean and refreshing, but it looks a little dark at first glance.
After a long time, the tavern girl served a jar of wine.
"What kind of wine is this?" the goddess asked.
"The wine of bitter love is planted under the acacia tree for thousands of years before I get a pot. I am lucky enough to give it to the girl who drinks it today." The voice of the girl in the tavern is no longer cold and cold, but has a hint of charm.
The goddess raised her head and drank: "It's really good wine."
"Is it bitter?"
"Bitter." The goddess smiled.
The girl in the tavern suddenly sneered and said: "It's just a pot of cold water. It's not the wine that's bitter, it's the girl's heart."
The goddess held the wine jar and drank heavily, her movements suddenly froze, and she turned back to look at the girl in the tavern inch by inch like a machine, with a drop of crystal tears flowing from the end of her silver eyes.
Is it boiled water?
Why is it so painful?
Is her heart bitter?
The goddess was in despair and her face was ashen. She had already cut off the two tendons of the divine moon and wanted to end her affairs in the world. But how could she cut off the infatuation in this world?
The girl in the tavern sat on the window sill and looked at the goddess, her eyes were faint, partly complicated and partly indifferent.
"Have you ever heard of the Dream Clan, girl?" the girl from the tavern asked.
The goddess frowned: "The Dream Clan? The Dream Clan who was bloodbathed by thousands of creatures due to the Thousand Poison Plague?"
Under the mask of the tavern girl, a smile appeared: "Exactly."
"The proprietress is very interested in the Dream Tribe?" The goddess only felt strange. She thought that the proprietress of the tavern would be a woman who had gone through many vicissitudes of life, but her voice was so young.
"The Meng tribe lives and dies for others. The Meng tribe was once called the fairyland outside the tribe, and was also known as Penglai." The girl said softly: "Thousand poison plagues, not natural plagues, are the result of intentional people.
The poison developed. The people of the Dream Clan all have silver eyes. Their lives are not conceived and born by the human race, or bred by accumulated water, or nourished by mountains and rocks, or touched by the wind. The Dream Clan has always been dark at night,
Since they were born, they spend two-thirds of their time resting every day. During their rest, they will dream. Those dreams are called sleep dreams. The people associated with their lives are called sleepers.
.The dreams you have are all about the future of the person who lives there. Therefore, it is not a dream, but a prophecy."
The wind is gentle, the night is cool, and the light of the sky lanterns is getting dimmer.
The river flows, and the lotus lanterns follow the flow and collide with each other on the water surface.
Only the girl's delicate and clear voice sounded.
The goddess frowned, wondering why the tavern girl wanted to tell her all this.
Dream tribe, do you still have such a secret?
The goddess occasionally heard people talking about the Dream clan, which means the clan was exterminated.
Silver Eyes...
The goddess lowered her eyes and covered her silver pupils.
"Two guests, I'm sorry, the pub is closed."
The girl in the tavern closed the window and door, and there was deathly silence around the tavern.
The goddess helped Aventurine back to Chiyan Mansion, but her mind was filled with what the girl in the tavern said.
The Thousand Poison Plague is not a natural plague, but was deliberately developed by thoughtful people. Why would someone develop such a terrible thing?
After the goddess and Aventurine left, a plume of purple smoke appeared, and the tavern girl appeared from it.
She raised her slender hand slightly and took away the mask covering her face, revealing a beautiful face.
Yes... don't worry...
A carriage slowly arrived from the dark clouds beside the moon and from the red light of thousands of sky lanterns.
The carriage stopped in front of the tavern in the wind, and an old man with frosty eyebrows and snowy hair and a hunched back sat on the carriage.
"It's time to go," the old man said.
Mo You's beautiful eyes filled with tears: "The Thousand Poison Plague is about to reappear."
"Everything in the world is reincarnation, don't be afraid." The old man comforted softly.
Tears fell like broken beads.
"I had a dream. I dreamed that she was condemned by God. I repeat this dream every day. There is nothing I can do." Mo You bit her lower lip lightly.
"Don't cry, everything will be fine."
"What if it doesn't get better?"
The old man was silent for a long time, then he took a deep breath and said helplessly: "The world will be in chaos..."
"don't want……"
Moyou backed away one after another, refused to get on the carriage, and rushed out like a madman.
She was on the roof of an attic next to the Shenyue River, watching the gentle singing by the river from afar.
She still remembered the first words she said to her on that dim and dark street a few years ago.
Behold, that is her destiny, the origin of her life, and the end of her soul.
"Hey!"
A hand patted Moyou's shoulder. Moyou looked back, and Jiuci grinned at her.
When the girl turned around and saw Mo You's face, Jiu Ci was suddenly startled.
Could he be hallucinating?
He actually saw Xiao Moyou in Shenyue?
Jiu Ci pinched Mo You's face hard, as if he was facing an enemy with such force.
The pinching made Mo You feel the pain, so he took a step back and glared at Jiu Ci: "Jiu Ci!" He shouted coldly in a low voice.
"It hurts, it's not a dream!" Jiuci excitedly picked up Moyou and threw Moyou into the Shenyue River: "Tsk, don't try to lie to me, it must be an illusion. Want to lie to me? Let me tell you,
No way! What kind of monsters and monsters are worthy of being my little Moyou?"