The Villain’s White Lotus Halo

The battle between Duan Chongxuan and Cheng Tianyu, both in terms of ornamental value and reference value, has reached the highest level of this fold fair so far.

It is more suitable as storytelling material to enrich the entertainment life of Yecheng people.

Cheng Tianyu became famous as a young man and walked the world with the sword of Yalu of Qinglu Sword School.

Duan Chongxuan is nominally a disciple of Jian Sheng, but more people are recognized as relatives of Mr. Zhang Yuan.

The gossips of the saints cannot be talked about, but the stories of these young geniuses are very interesting.

It was also noticed that there were four other people behind this battle.

So this is more like a confrontation between Qinglu Sword School and Cangya Mountain.

No matter what it looks like outside, this night, the protagonists of the story sit on the roof and sip wine in Yecheng's moonlight.

Duan Chongxuan felt that this was the happiest day in his life.

It's so easy to say that it's hard to tell.

So he bought three wine bowls and three big altars,'Drunken Liuxian'.

Yin Biyue will not drink alcohol, to be precise, he has never drunk.

But today he is also open-hearted, and yearns for the pride of the three senior brothers' "Lost Souls".

Luo Mingchuan sat next to him, even with a coarse porcelain wine bowl, and his posture was upright, his robe was not messy, it was a gentleman's dignified temperament-if he could ignore his thin red ears.

Too close, so close to hear the breath of people around you, and feel the cool body temperature.

This reminded him of the alley that day, and Brother Shi helped him back to Qiuhu all the way.

Fortunately, Duan Chongxuan's intermittent voice came, making the embarrassment not too obvious.

Duan Chongxuan was already lying on the roof, holding the wine jar and tilting his legs.

He seemed to be drunk in the moonlight, and he talked upside down,

"The flames of fire and flames, I actually made it out, why did I make it out...I always thought I couldn't do it. It's really my father's son, really biological...I adore myself...father Ah, I miss you so much..."

Yin Biyue thought he was really embarrassing.

How old is it, and he's called dad when he's drunk.

If this looks like the girls in Yecheng, you don't have to worry about traveling anymore.

Luo Mingchuan just smiled and shook his head.

Duan Chongxuan suddenly stood up and walked to the cornice.

The night wind blew his clothes to dance, and his sleeve robe flew, as if to return by wind.

He spoke clearly to the moon and sang in the right tone.

"Lin Jun gullies and complains away, Deng Chongxiu and hurts far away... At the left boundary of Shixian Han, the northern land is south and south; Bai Lu is empty, Su Yue is in the sky, Shen Qi Qi Zhang, Yin Qin Chen..."

When Yin Biyue thought he was awake, he planted it from the eaves.

A moment later, a vague voice came, "I'm fine--"

Then it was the sound of him opening and closing the door.

So there were only two people left on the roof, and a moon.

The wind of summer night blows the moisture of autumn lake and the smell of grass and soil.

In the distance is the autumn lake with floating light and gold, and in the distance are the high-rise streets and warm yellow lights of Yecheng.

This night scene and evening breeze are enough to make people forget all their worries.

Even after dawn, the road to practice is still long and difficult, and the crisis in the dark is still there, but what about it?

There is now wine drunk.

Yin Biyue didn't use Zhenyuanhua wine, and was already slightly drunk.

He had originally planned to talk to Luo Mingchuan after the third round of the Zigzag Fair because he had said that his eyes were wrong and his mood problems.

But perhaps it was the bravery of the wine, he suddenly felt that choosing the day was better than hitting the day.

Luo Mingchuan saw the people around him put down the wine bowl and looked at him intently, "Let's talk."

He stunned and responded, "Okay."

"Brother, have you been in a bad mood recently?"

Luo Mingchuan felt that this person must also be drunk and had to helplessly smile, "No."

If it was Yin Biyue who was completely sober, he would never say so straightforwardly,

"Impossible! No one can cheat!"

Luo Mingchuan's smile froze in his face.

He drank a bowl of wine,'Drunken Liuxian' tasted bitter in his mouth.

The younger brother actually realized...how could it be.

Sure enough, did he underestimate his brother?It seems to be more careful in the future.

He knew there was no problem with his state of mind, he just started to practice the second level of Galan pupil surgery.

Although Zheng Wei's murderous intention was terrifying, it was far from enough to shake his heart.

What really made him feel a crisis was that with his current strength, he was still unable to fight against the will of those big men and protect his younger brothers from harm.

The method of Jialan Tongshu is very tricky, and he really cannot convince him that this is an orthodox Buddhist practice.

But since this is the fastest way to enter the country, he has no choice.

Luo Mingchuan looked at Yin Biyue's eyes.

The night is as dark as ink, nor as dark as his pupils, he said,

"Brother, I am not in a bad mood, and I have nothing."

Yin Biyue felt like she was drinking too much, but she was dizzy for a moment.

But it would be nice if not, without him.

He filled himself with wine again, looked at the bright moon in the sky, and remembered the night when he returned from the school, the moon was so bright, like a clear silver plate.

Since going down the mountain and joining the WTO, many things have happened along the way, from large to small.He met a lot of people, some who were unhappy and admired.

But there is a companion who is fighting next to him, and Cangya has his brothers and sisters waiting for him to return. He doesn't know where in the world, there is a cheap master who does big things.

It’s good, he doesn’t know how to describe it.

It seems that here, he really lived in general.

He is very happy.Drinking bowl after bowl of pleasure.

The moon became a ghost in his eyes.

He doesn't want to go any further,'good friends in the early stage go together, and later betray a stabbing knife'.

Luo Mingchuan is a companion, not a protagonist.

He doesn't want to be a villain anymore, he wants to live a good life in this world.

At this time, Yin Biyue didn't know that many things could not be helped by people in life.

Yecheng is on the north side of the southern land, and the temperature difference between day and night is extremely large. After the hour, the night wind becomes heavier.

Yin Biyue began to feel cold, but did not have the consciousness of running the true yuan, but felt that drinking was warm.

When he found that his wine jar was empty, he unknowingly grabbed the person next to him.

The slightly cool breath suddenly came into his arms, Luo Mingchuan suddenly stunned.

People around him took the wine jar and retreated, Luo Mingchuan held his hand.

Perhaps the night wind was too fast, he actually heard his voice trembling,

"Brother, alcoholism hurts you, you can't drink anymore."

Yin Biyue felt the temperature from her fingers, and the warmth enveloped her body.

His final consciousness stayed... really warm.

Luo Mingchuan sat stiffly on the roof.

The moonlight fell on the Huaizhong people, and the three thousand white lights were gleaming, and the appearance was cold and cold like a heavy building flying snow.

Only thin lips are a little bit red, like Bai Xue Hong Mei, burning and moving.

With a clear wine and chill, people in his arms muttered with their eyes closed.

Luo Mingchuan got closer, only to hear what he was saying.

He was silent after listening.

The distant lights were extinguished, the night was silent, and the moonlight became brighter.

His voice drifted in the wind,

"Senior Brother, I have to protect you all day long when Luo Mingchuan is alive."