In other popular folk novels, something would happen when the heroine is drunk, otherwise it would not be worthy of such a vulgar plot.
But the drunk Nan Fuguang is probably not the heroine.
Being carried by Yan Ji'an with the Broken Feather Sword, the only opinion she wanted to express was——
"Master, do you think it would be nice if the Yu Broken Sword could be like an immortal blanket? You can sit comfortably while wielding the sword, or even lie down... As for fighting, you can use the method of covering people to death, without seeing blood, and killing people invisible. , very elegant when you think about it.”
No one knew what strange things Nan Fuguang was thinking about all day long.
Yun Shangxian Zun, who was caught in the nonsense about the birth sword, naturally ignored her, but the Yu Broken Sword, which had already taken flight, shook it vigorously. He was probably dissatisfied and wanted to take away the owner and the arrogant thing in his arms. Lift it off yourself.
When I returned to the world of cultivating immortals, the sun had just set in the world of cultivating immortals.
The afterglow of the setting sun burned into the Taohua Ridge, and the pink petals were dyed crimson. There was no unbearable heat in the mortal world. The moist fairy mist accompanied Yujian Chengfeng and blew across Nan Fuguang's cheeks. .
After being sent back to the cave in Taohua Ridge, and when her feet finally landed on familiar ground, she sobered up a little.
Leaning against the peach blossom tree in front of the door, a gust of breeze blew through the petals as they fell. She raised her hand to brush them away impatiently, wondering if she should invite future Taoist monks to come in and sit down at this time——
"What is Master going to do?"
But this is what he said.
Yunshang Xianzun, who was standing not far away without moving or speaking and not in a hurry to leave, heard the words, shook his head and said honestly: "I'm just looking for you."
"..."
I don’t know what the point of talking about it now is.
It's like she can no longer invite him in for a sit-down.
"Thank you, I'm very touched."
The person on the other side showed no reaction at all and remained motionless.
Nan Fuguang changed her stance, shifted her center of gravity from her left foot to her right foot, and moved her gaze away from the face of the Immortal Lord. She focused her gaze on the peach blossom tree in front of the door - ever since After eating the pig intestines from the butcher, the peach blossom tree was extremely excited like never before, and its flowering period was long and domineering.
After a long moment, she sighed.
"Master, if you think about it carefully, do you think that your previous decision to bind the Marriage Tree and become a Taoist couple was a bit hasty? At that time, the Divine Phoenix had not yet returned to her throne, and now she has come back as well. Otherwise..."
"Every day."
Being forcibly interrupted from what he was about to say, Nan Fuguang pursed his lips and finally raised his eyes to see the immortal standing in the distance with his hands behind his back.
"You're drunk." Yan Ji'an said calmly, "Go to bed early."
It was a tone that could not be refused.
He obviously didn't want to hear any more words she had to say.
Nan Fuguang felt that he sighed too many times tonight.
She lowered her eyes and stared at the uppers.
"Oh, I'm going to sleep."
Yan Ji'an left the words "good night" and left without any regrets.
Nan Fuguang didn't even have a chance to refute that it was late in the evening.
……
Having said "good night", it was natural to go to bed.
Nan Fuguang, despite his mushy mind, still did not forget his promise to me, so he took out a crumpled "I will only get rich when I wake up from the dream" and hung it on the corner of the bed.
The light and melodious sound of wind chimes blew into my ears with the evening breeze.
That night, Nan Fuguang was indeed dreaming.
……
Unlike Lu Sang who could wake up with tears streaming down his face after dreaming about some small love affairs, Nan Fuguang could not live peacefully in his dreams either.
It's the first perspective.
——She seemed to be angry to death.
Her chest was like the sail of a large winged boat on the unclean sea, and she was breathing heavily. Her heart was beating so fast that she almost wanted to spit it out of her mouth. She rushed forward quickly, talking to someone around her. Quarrel——
"When will he be obedient and not go crazy! Guess why people have mouths? I guess it is to inform others before taking action!"
There was originally a person following her - but he was probably too tired from walking and talking with her at the same time. He suddenly turned into a colorful bird with a complicated shape. The bird flapped its wings and flew. On her shoulder: "It's so noisy! He didn't tell you just because he knew you would scream like this endlessly!"
Nan Fuguang pointed to the sky: "Is there such a noise? You lackey! You have no brain at all! He plucked your hair and stuffed it into a jar to make plain chicken, and you would have applauded and said yes!"
In the direction of Nan Fuguang's finger, there is a phoenix wailing and mourning, and the fairy beast spreads its red wings and hovers above its head, refusing to leave for a long time...
The setting sun is like blood, dyeing the clouds in the sky red.
The colorful bird standing on Nan Fuguang's shoulder flapped its wings and closed its beak.
At this time, one person and one bird came to a tent. There were two people dressed as soldiers guarding in front of the tent. When they saw Nan Fuguang, they all had frightened faces that could not be covered by their armor. A man walked forward and just wanted to When Nan Fuguang tried to stop him, he pulled him aside and said, "Let's go!"
With an angry shout, she lifted the tent flap with such force that she almost tore it off, and walked in with her feet: "Wait, sooner or later I will have to fiddle with the dark thoughts that stick to my body and sing songs." Great stuff to shout out all!”
"——I thought you knew that your evil little inventions are of no use to me."
The calm male voice was deep and magnetic, with a careless and annoying laziness.
Nan Fuguang braked suddenly with such force that the colorful bird squatting on her shoulder cursed and flapped its wings desperately to avoid falling to the ground——
With a heavy weight on his shoulders, the huge colorful bird took advantage of the force and flew forward, as if he was seeing his biological father.
Moving his eyes upward, along with the flight path of the colorful birds, he saw a private area deep in the tent separated by a gray and black curtain.
In the private area, the floor was covered with a fur-and-skin rug made of a giant unknown creature. In the center of the rug, there was a very outrageous chair.
The colorful bird was familiar with the way and landed on the extension of the vine shape on the back of the chair. It curled up its neck and squatted comfortably like a quail.
The shape of the chair is gorgeous to the point of being exaggerated. The main body is cast from an unknown black material. The metal texture, which is hard enough to glow with cold light, is sculpted into the shape of a hollow branch of a sand tree, wrapped around the body of the chair.
Countless precious forging materials are inlaid on the branch road——
For example, pearls larger than a human face are inlaid on the left and right sides. It is said that they are taken out of the eyes of the impure sea. If they are inlaid on any piece of scrap copper and iron, they can be turned into magic weapons. The impure sea water can be taken from thousands of miles away, and it is inexhaustible. It is inexhaustible and can submerge a city in just the blink of an eye.
At this time, there were two people near that damn chair.
One of them was wearing simple clothes and standing next to the chair, holding a blank scroll in his hand. He had a clear face and beautiful eyes, and his face looked a little sickly and pale because he had not seen the sun all year round. He was dressed as a scholar. When he heard the sound, he turned around, but saw that his eyes were dim and seemed to be blind. .
Another person is sitting on a chair, with his legs spread wide. He is as tall as a mountain, his posture is casual, but his aura is extremely oppressive.
He has neat short hair, and his temples are shaved extremely short. His hair starts from gray at ear length and gradually turns to jet black from bottom to top.
There is a silver mask on the face, with a pigeon blood red gemstone inlaid under the left eye...
Looking down from the mask, there is an angular jaw and thin lips with an upward arc.
One leg of the man was hanging on the armrest of the chair, and the other leg was on the lock of a large animal cage placed on the right front of the chair.
Following the shiny leather boots, Nan Fuguang's eyes moved down. When she saw clearly that there was a dragon-like creature in the cage with its eyes covered by rags and covered with scars, her head was buzzing. The ground rang.
Nan Fuguang: "…………………………"
Nan Fuguang: "Really kill me."
The culprit was obviously a shameless thing, and he even let out a laugh. Nan Fuguang's forehead was beating wildly, and he didn't bother to pay attention to him, and took a step forward——
Probably after hearing the unfamiliar footsteps, the creature in the animal cage, with blood bleeding from every wound on its body, raised its head. The movement was very obvious. Because its eyes were covered by cloth strips and could not see, it sniffed vigilantly.
Taking this opportunity, Nan Fuguang saw a deep wound on its chest with bone visible. Dragon scales are the hardest existence in the world, but at this time, it seemed as if they were torn open by the sharp claws of some beast. The flesh and blood were blurred and turned outwards ferociously. Open;
The originally sharp nails on the front paws fell off, and the silver dragon scales were turned upside down and messy, leaving only a trace of skin hanging on them precariously;
The pair of cicada-like wings that can call for wind and rain and control the wind and clouds in battle are now drooping feebly, mixed with soil and its own blood...
The silver dragon exudes thick blood, trapped in its prototype and imprisoned in a cage.
Embarrassed.
"This needs an explanation."
A lazy voice floated from the chair not far ahead.
"A few days ago, I passed by the Impure Sea and rushed to the east coast as usual, planning to inspect the mortal world there. Although I now tacitly agree that the east coast is not my territory during the war, to be honest, this matter is essentially against Tiangang. I have never Agreed... When I passed by Guixu, the situation in the world suddenly changed. I could only hear the roar of dragons and the chirping of phoenixes. Before I could react, the wing boat capsized in an instant——"
The man paused.
"I almost fell."
It sounds very aggrieved and innocent.
"It's winter now, and there are ice floes floating on the unclean sea."
Almost.
Nan Fuguang couldn't listen anymore and took out a whip-like object from the Qiankun bag on his waist.
Beside the broad and gorgeous chair, a scholar-looking man glanced at it and then lowered his head and wrote quickly.
The man on the chair instantly stopped the upward curve of his lips.
The long legs that were hanging casually on the armrest came down cautiously, and with a "boom", he finally sat down and asked: "Are you planning to use the most primitive way to do it?"
Nan Fuguang is holding a whip-like object in his hand, which is about three feet six long. It is made of an unknown material. It is divided into twenty-one bones and has a total of eighty-four seals carved on it.
She hit the whip with a gentle wave of her hand, and a burst of thunder and blue light flashed.
"I named it "The Divine Whip", isn't it cute?"
Man: "..."
Man: "It is true that some cultivators have appeared in the lower world recently pretending to be gods. Thank you for your hard work."
Nan Fuguang: "Don't worry about him, he is here to beat you."
The man was probably speechless for a moment, and sighed: "Riri."
Nan Fuguang was furious: "You can't even call it this! Release it quickly!"
Man: "Ah..."
Man: "No."
The perfunctory rejection, the cheering sound of the dog-legged colorful bird on the chair flapping its wings, the gentle sound of the scholar trying to persuade others, the sound of Nan Fuguang yelling and cursing in anger, the sound of lightning and thunder with the magic whip in his hand...
The sound reaches my ears.
Outside the tent, a soldier silently covered his ears.
……
The sky was bright and Nan Fuguang woke up.
The first thought when I woke up was: Damn, you are ridiculous.
Has she hated Yan Ji'an too much lately?
So much so that he made up a person in his dream, locked his complete body in a broken cage, forced him to reveal his prototype, blindfolded him and beat him violently.
…………This dream is really reactionary, tsk.
(End of chapter)
The author said: I had a double update yesterday. I only read the 12 o’clock chapter. Remember to read the 5 o’clock chapter
The pure superior-subordinate relationship between the heroine and the hero in their previous life
A willful boss VS an employee who is driven crazy by anger but works hard
Every day only has "identity" and the plot brought about by this "identity" itself, and has no love or hatred with anyone
A gentle reminder: So the nickname "RiRi" was given by the male protagonist. It has not become sloppy and can be used
There are also red envelopes dropped today, Jiu Mi