Beyond the Divine States Chapter 219: : I don’t know the sky is in the water after being drunk

Ning Changjiu bullied her body and pressed her, a little closer to her face, but his eyes were always fixed on her eyes, Lu Jiajia's body couldn't help but gradually leaned back.

Her clear sword heart is slightly flustered, the faint glow on her face has gradually turned to red, under the slender and curled eyelashes, her beautiful eyes are like water with veins... The water is shining and bright, such as The dreary smoke on the lake in late autumn.

She bit her lip lightly, listening to the other party claiming to be a master, and hearing the word punishment again, her heartbeat couldn't help but faster.

The friendship between her and Ning Changjiu has long been tacit, and now they have crossed the line of life and death that they originally thought, and reunited after a long time. The emotions stored in their hearts are not sitting together for a day. A cup of tea can be alleviated.

Lu Jiajia looked at his face, that face was still beautiful, as if he was still a teenager, but he was clearly eight years older than him. In the past, he used to be behind him and shouted to Master with a smile. The role is reversed, and I was bullied by him...

I want to come now. At that time, his gentle smile seemed to be ill-intentioned...

Lu Jiajia wanted to calm her cold sword heart, but the other party got too close and too close, she could already vaguely hear each other's heartbeats—the frequency of the heartbeat seemed to be the same, and the breathing seemed to be the same. , So deep in Jianxin, the snow and ice that had been gradually spreading over the past two years began to melt again, revealing the softness buried by ice and snow.

Ning Changjiu gently pressed her shoulders, looked at the sword fairy in white clothes Shengxue under her, and asked again: "My boy, do you understand?"

Lu Jiajia biting her lower lip, she is still not used to this condescending name. She turned her eyes to the side, and scenes flashed in her mind like the red of the evening breeze, so she cleared the water in her eyes. The light was more lingering, and the jade body wrapped in Bai Chang was softer. Her eyes drooped slightly, and the tip of her nose hummed softly. The arrogant temperament had not yet completely faded from her face, but the soft red lips had taken the lead. compromise.

"Um...understood."

Lu Jiajia spoke gently, then closed his eyes, and lay back, the straw mat on the ground touching the vest, itching slightly.

She was already imagining the scene afterwards in her mind. What Ning Changjiu said before was not stupid, she was not stupid, she could understand it naturally, but if these words were put on her, she Never imagined that a little retreat came into her heart, but her body was so crushed that she couldn't move, so her slender legs were tightened a lot.

But Lu married to marrying and never expected that what Ning Changjiu said was actually literal...

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Ning Changjiu brought Lu married to the outside of the Caolu, handed her the sword, and said, "Come on, let me see as a teacher the achievements of your cultivation in the past two years."

Lu Jiama’s face was cold, she looked at the faint smile on Ning Changjiu’s face, and could not help but think of the thoughts that had been tumbling in her mind before. Her cold temperament was a little bit resentful, but the glow on her face was still Not completely faded.

She took the sword reluctantly and said: "Yes, Master."

Ning Changjiu stood aside, watching Lu grafting grafted the sword and walked to a clearing, standing with the sword, Bai Chang swaying in the night breeze.

Ning Changjiu asked: "How is your acupuncture point?"

Lu Jiajia drew out his sword and said calmly: "The two acupoints in the Yunqi White House have completely recovered six months ago, and the sword fetus has also improved a lot."

Ning Changjiu nodded lightly, smiled and said: "Let's get started."

Lu Jiajia is the immortal of the seven-story building in Zi Ting. She is just standing there, with sword intent criss-crossed on her side to form a net.

After Lu Jia married and nodded, he began to draw swords.

The luminous light is like a waterfall made up of slices of fireflies. On the banks of the abyss, there is a full light, like a band of light passing through the sky, surrounding the entire night, like a galaxy that has been picked by hand. The Milky Way illuminates that Lu Jiajia's undulating figure holding a sword is like an elf in the night. She is not like practicing a sword, but like singing and dancing. At the end of her hair, the blue silk is dipped in starlight, just like the most beautiful ink brush in the world.

Lu Jia married in the gap between Jianguang and saw Ning Changjiu's smiling face. She finally melted away again, and the corners of her mouth quietly conjured up unconsciously.

The galaxy faded, and the light fell on her clothes, blasted gently, and then disappeared.

Lu Jia married Yingying Wanjian, so beautiful.

Ning Changjiu smiled calmly on his face, but he was already aroused by the turbulent waves in his heart. After all, he was only eighteen years old in this life. Young and energetic were inevitable. At this moment, the dreaming woman stood in front of him with a smile. All the poems written for the meeting in the world are their footnotes, how can he hold himself?

But Ning Changjiu still soothed Dao Xin, he smiled and said: "It seems that the disciple has been very slack in his practice in the past two years. Although his realm has risen, the changes in his sword skills are obviously a lot rusty. The change with the main sword is not even as good as your long-lived state."

Lu Jiajia was waiting for praise. Hearing Ning Changjiu’s words, her face became colder. She knew that what Ning Changjiu said was the truth. In the past two years, she has devoted herself to cultivating the Tao, only thinking about the growth of her realm and her arrival soon. Among the five realms, the polishing of sword moves is quite unfamiliar, so her sword intent has reached the state of free will, but the sharpness of her sword moves still stays in front of the purple court.

But in the scene like this, is it the time to say this? This is too horrible!

Lu Jia's marriage is annoyed, and the starlight in her clear eyes has also become a sword light, slightly fierce.

Ning Changjiu said: "What? Dissatisfied with Master's comment?"

Lu Jiamarry is not an unreasonable woman, she whispered softly: "I will practice my sword skills hard in the future."

"In the future?" Ning Changjiu asked with a smile: "What about now?"

Lu Jiama looked faintly, "Huh? Now? Tu'er doesn't understand it very well."

Ning Changjiu said: "As my favorite disciple, you are so sloppy in sword skills. Naturally, you are unqualified. Although I feel sorry for the disciple, I can't be exempt from punishment."

Lu Jiajia took a deep breath. She faintly knew that Ning Changjiu was going to take the opportunity to continue to polish her arrogance... How can there be such a master who always thinks about his apprentice? outrageous.

She stretched out her hand and said, "You punish it."

Ning Changjiu gently pushed back her hand and said: "This is the hand holding the sword, I can't bear to hit it."

Lu Jiajia snorted and gently returned the sword to its sheath, dissatisfied: "You...what do you want?"

Ning Changjiu gently played with her soft hair, and said: "When talking to the teacher, remember to use honorifics."

Lu Jiama took a sigh of relief, thinking that you came back on the first day and suffered so much again, so let's go with you, and treat it as compensation for not being able to be by your side for these years...

She said softly: "How does the master want to punish the disciples?"

Ning Changjiu heard the words, looked at her gentle and low eyebrows, forced down the fire rising in her lower abdomen, held down her hand that returned the sword to the sheath, and then held her hand and lightened the sword lightly. Pull it out gently, and insert it into the soft ground on one side.

"Huh?" Lu Jiajia was slightly puzzled. She didn't know what Ning Changjiu was going to do. Then, her body trembled and she couldn't help but let out a soft cry. The world shook violently before her eyes, and she endured I kept reprimanding: "What are you doing?"

Ning Changjiu jerked her hand, hugged her into his arms, then picked it up and walked to the wall, then gently put it down, he untied the scabbard on her waist and weighed it in his hand After a while, smiled and pointed at the wall, and said: "Go ahead."

Lu Jiama's heart twitched slightly. She looked at the scabbard in Ning Changjiu's hand, thinking about her back to him and the movement of holding the wall with her hands. She vaguely understood something. No matter how hard she was to calm down, her cheeks became hot. Whispered: "You...Master, what are you going to do?"

"Of course it is punishment." Ning Changjiu pretended to be severe.

Looking at the shy person's appearance, Lu Jiajia put down his dignity for a while, and pleaded: "I...the disciple knows that I am wrong. Master forgive me this time. I will definitely practice swords diligently in the future."

Ning Changjiu's words suddenly became harsher, and he said in an almost commanding tone: "Go ahead! Hold your hand on the wall."

His words give people a sense of irresistibility. Lu Jiajia's mind moved slightly, and she really turned around unconsciously, and then she hesitated for a while, leaning forward, with a soft jade hand case. On the rough soil wall, she was still wearing a black belt around her waist. The belt tightened her slender waist, and the curve that followed the ridgeline was like a fault so far, as if the skirt of the skirt would be soft. The lines are held up with great tension, and the bulging curves carry beauty that no one can resist.

Ning Changjiu took a deep breath, holding the scabbard in his right hand, and pressing Lu Jiajia's slender waist with his left hand, causing her waist to collapse even more.

Ning Changjiu said: "Today, as a teacher, I have to punish the disciples who are slack in sword training."

Lu Jiajia’s hand is pressing on the earth wall, her nails sinking slightly, her head is hanging down, and her hair covers her face. Although she can't see behind her, she knows that she is now extremely shy. After listening to Ning Changjiu's words, she subconsciously hummed, and then the hum was overwhelmed by another voice and turned into a painful hum.

"Pop!"

The wooden scabbard fell like a ruler, and it fell down neatly. The softness of the scabbard was sunken, and the soft lines tremble from the inside out, diverging to the two sides along the place where the scabbard fell.

Although Lu Jiajia was mentally prepared, the embarrassing embarrassment still slammed into her heart, burning her earlobes hot.

She immediately thought of the appearance of playing Ning Changjiu's ruler in public in the past... His heart of hatred is too strong.

There were a few more crisp sounds in succession, Lu Jiajiayu’s legs were tight, and the hand holding the wall became tighter. Fortunately, there are only two of them here. If this scene were to be seen by the people in the Four Peaks, I'm afraid it will be broken one by one.

"Apprentice, you are more familiar with the rules and disciplines of the door. How much should you be punished if you contradict the master and slack in sword practice?" Ning Changjiu paused a bit and asked.

Lu Jiajia felt the pain behind her. She was ashamed and confused. Ning Changjiu finished speaking. Before she could answer, she only reacted after another beating, saying: "Ying Each ordination ruler..."

She originally wanted to say less, but was afraid that this was a set that Ning Changjiu deliberately set for herself, and then convicted herself in the name of deceiving her teacher, so she said truthfully: "Each discipline is thirty."

A total of sixty notes.

Ning Changjiu nodded lightly, and then the crisp flapping sound and shaking snow waves started to start from time to time in the night.

Pain and shame were surging, and Lu Jiajia’s Jianxin couldn’t be quiet for a moment. The master’s frame that she had picked up in those years was shattered by a record. She imagined what Ning Changjiu looks like at this moment...he, He is obviously eight years younger than himself, and he agrees to a boy eight years younger than himself...

I must be sick... She has a red face, as if she had drunk all night.

But the complex emotions mixed with pain are so familiar.

Yes, long before they parted, she was still the master at that time, and Ning Changjiu had also held her and beat her with no weight or light. All the memories at that time looked like yesterday, a dream that she lingered, and a certain trace of emotion between them will be infinitely magnified in the days to come, including the beating.

Later, in many late nights, she also broke down the bamboo branches and beat herself with the strength in her memory. She used that impressive beating as an anchor, for fear that Ning would never return again in the future. , And then the memory is also diluted by time.

But she couldn't imitate that feeling, and every time she recalled it with the same embarrassment, she also broke the dead branches this time and threw them out the window.

Now there seem to be many broken dead branches outside the window.

Actually... Actually, I have a faint expectation in my heart, right?

Now that long-lost feeling is swept over again, together with him and Jiuying are at the same time as the memory of wartime, the emotion of life and death is so strong, even if two years have passed, it has not lost half of the point.

She was just holding the wall with her hands, but then her body became weaker, and her slender forearms were also put up. Ning Changjiu asked some shameful questions from time to time, and her answer turned into a humming pain.

Suddenly, the voice stopped. She thought that the punishment was over, and she was about to get up, but Ning Changjiu's body was picked up by Ning Changjiu.

The world turned over again in her eyes.

She is facing down, her hair hanging down, her lower abdomen is pressed against something... She suddenly understood that now she is lying on Ning Changjiu’s knee, the hard wooden touch has also changed, it has become Hands, those **** hands are gradually dispersing the dignity of the teacher that she has accumulated over the years, turning her into a well-behaved and gentle disciple.

The crisp sound kept ringing.

"Are you wrong?" Ning Changjiu asked.

What is right or wrong? It's clearly what you want to do... Lu Jiajia knows it in her heart, but she is punished like this by a teenager who is eight years younger than herself. As a female sword fairy who has the highest number of swordsmanship and realm, how can she be self-sustaining?

"Tui'er knows he was wrong..."

"Hmm..."

"Master, forgive me."

It's just that the more she apologized, Ning Changjiu became more and more intensified. Amidst the crackling sound, Lu Jiajia lay softly on her stomach. After a long time, the shower turned into a breeze over the hills, and the spring rain turned the wind and turned again. For spring.

Ning Changjiu couldn't hold on anymore. He picked up the graceful jade body of the beauty apprentice on his knee, and was about to ask for a kiss, but Lu Jiajia gently pressed his chest and pushed him away.

The beautiful face of the woman is hot.

Ning Changjiu asked in confusion: "Huh? The disciple is addicted to being beaten, and want to confront Master again?"

Lu Jiajia said softly: "It's midsummer now, and the lotus flower in Liantian Town is blooming. You said you wanted to take me to see it."

Ning Changjiu recalled the time more than two years ago, looked at her intoxicating eyes, and said: "Well, just so, I also have three stories to tell you."

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Ning Changjiu walked into the long-lost Liantian Town. The night in the town was so quiet. He and Lu Jia married through the winding alleys and borrowed a few pots of mellow beauty from Zhang Qianyu’s old house. Then he and Lu Jiajia walked the road paved by moonlight together, and borrowed a lotus boat by the lotus pond. The two of them took the boat into the water together and plunged into the swaying pond of the galaxy.

On the way here, Ning Changjiu chopped off a piece of bamboo at will, cut it into a flute with a sword, put it on his lips, and blew it casually.

The sound of the flute is long, and the boat is also long.

Lu Jia married on the head of the bed, watching the galaxy traverse, listening to the long sound of the flute, and could not help but recall his own inner demons.

The Inner Demon Tribulation is like a prophecy. In the Inner Demon Realm, he is his master. At that time, they often traveled the rivers and danced with the flute. The tune of Yong Ran was like a dream of saying goodbye for many years.

"The years are like flowing, how long is your life? I watch Luyan in the morning, go to Jianghuai with my heart, look at the bull in a faint, love Yang Yue, weep towards thousands of sorrows, and my eyes are on my back... I don’t know what it is. To live without knowing it is to die..."

Lu Jiajia sang with the flute, and his soft voice was like the same in the summer night breeze, wandering in the pond full of water lilies with long-lost dreams.

The farther the lotus boat is from the shore.

The sound of the flute gradually fades.

Tian Tian Lian Ye came with the boat with moist moisture.

Ning Changjiu looked at her from the back of the boat head and looked far away, with a soft expression. He couldn't help but jokingly said: "Why don't you marry and sit next to me?"

Lu Jiajia turned around slightly, complaining: "Are you embarrassed to say?"

At this moment, Xu is still a pink finger mark under the soft body under the sword.

Lu Jiajia looked at the water reflected in the galaxy, and said softly: "I heard about it a long time ago. It was just for the suzerain succession conference. I rarely traveled around the mountains and water, so I just heard the scenery. Painting, but never the person in the painting."

Ning Changjiu looked at Manchi Lotus. The last time I came here was two years ago. At that time, there was a younger sister sitting next to him. He asked softly, "Where is Xiaoling? How is she? "

Lu Jiama regretfully said: "You came back late. A month ago, Xiaoling was sent by the sect to the Ancient Lingzong practice in Middle-earth. She waited for you for two years and did not wait for you to come back."

Ning Changji was silent for a while, and Zhanyan smiled and said, "We will meet each other in life. Next time I go to see her in Zhongtu, Xiaoling will also become a little sword fairy when I meet."

Lu Jiajia smiled and said, "Girl Xiang'er has been waiting for you too."

Ning Changjiu thought of the beautiful girl in the white dress and the beautiful girl in the black dress, with a dazed expression. He asked: "What is Zhao Xianger's realm now?"

"You don't have to deliberately think about her full name." Lu Jiajia snorted and said: "I entered the Purple Court realm more than half a year ago, and the realm has risen extremely fast."

Ning Changjiu pondered for a moment, then whispered: "Then I'll keep it from her for a while about my return."

"Why?"

"I still have some problems with my practice. If I see her at this moment, I'm afraid I will have a beating." Ning Changjiu sighed and thought. If he hadn't done good deeds for the sword spirit, he would go straight to Zhao Guo to see her after tonight. Now, he whispered: "I am your master now, and my identity is different. If I get beaten by her again, I will definitely feel heartache too."

Lu Jiajia smiled softly: "Master, do you have a time when you are afraid?"

Ning Changjiu looked at her beautiful face and her eyes curled up with a smile, her heart was itchy, and the crooked moon in the sky seemed to have been captured by her.

"The disciple still dared to speak like this, it seems that he is not able to discipline his teacher." Ning Changjiu laughed.

Lu Jiajia remembered the words that she threatened to smash her **** when she quarreled with Zhao Xianger, and her thoughts were hot, and she said quietly: "It's worthy of being a childhood sweetheart, and everything you want and do is pretty much the same."

Ning Changjiu heard the rhyme of ridicule from her words. He smiled and embraced Lu Jiajia's body and hugged her gently. Lu Jiajia didn't dare to sit down, so he knelt gently. In front of him, the snow-white dress was spread softly on his body.

Ning Changjiu said: "Does the disciple have grievances in his heart?"

When Lu Jiajia saw him pretending to be stupid, he also said: "Yes, I blame you for coming back too late. This full pond of lotus is already asleep. If it's daylight, it's beautiful here."

Ning Changjiu didn't care, and said: "Marriage says you want to open, then open it."

The authority of time slowly spread out, shrouded in the upper part of the lotus pond.

Life is like this, you need to take a woman's things to please another woman... Ning thought guiltily when he used time authority for a long time.

Lu Jiajia looked around.

Those lotus flowers seem to have forgotten the timing of the sun and the moon, and gradually woke up as the lotus boat went by.

In the depths of the lotus root flowers, the fragrance surrounds the body.

Xinghe is blurred and drunk.

The blooming lotus flower embraces her.

The expectations of the year came true at this moment. Lu Jiama didn't know how to speak, but felt that the lake in his heart was full of snow lotus.

But she still held Ning Changjiu's hand and reprimanded softly: "Don't use your strength indiscriminately."

Ning Changjiu hugged her soft body, just said: "Do you like it?"

"Hmm..." Lu Jiajia lightly straightened her hair.

The evening breeze pushed the boat along, and in the lingering lotus incense, the tall lotus leaves were like umbrellas, and their figures became more and more blurred in the moonlight of the galaxy.

When the love was strong, Ning Changjiu looked at her jade soft fairy face, the coldness between the eyebrows and eyes, and the soft fragrance on the jade lips were the beauty of the upside-down world. Ning Changjiu pressed her shoulder and gently When they kissed, they closed their eyes at the same time, touching the tip of their tongues as if they were whispering.

Ning Changjiu bullied her body again and pressed Lu Jiajia's soft jade body onto the boat.

After the kiss, Lu Jiajia seemed to be drained of all strength, lying on the bed scattered with white clothes, watching Ning Changjiu quietly, with a smile on his wet lips, no more struggle. .

"I said, I want to tell you three stories." Ning Changjiu said.

"Huh?" Lu Jiajia asked softly: "What?"

"Three fables. The first..." Ning Changjiu's hand familiarly picked her waist, "The first one is to hide the ears and steal the bell."

Lu Jia's marriage is unknown, but the jade belt draped on the mountainside is like Xia Rui who is flying away in the wind.

She wanted to struggle subconsciously, but Ning Changjiu squeezed her hand, so she watched as the slanted sword skirt was gently peeled off, and her skin was uncovered under the innate sword body. The color of speech is like the best jade in the world, but it has the softness of a young age.

After many years, after Ning Changjiu first saw her, after removing her clothes and healing her wounds, this wonderful carcass finally disappeared like a cloud, slowly revealing the undulating mountains that followed, every trace of it With a thrilling beauty.

The jade belt wrapped around her body was also removed, everything was just like Ning Changjiu's evaluation of her at Tianku Peak that day, and even real, it was more turbulent than he thought.

Lu Jiajia pulled a lotus leaf to cover her cheek.

Next, her ears were covered.

It was a concealment, with almost no effect. Instead, the hot earlobe was played with antiques. It was an art carved from amber, but it was soft as a jade color.

Ning Changjiu started stealing the bell when Lu Jia married's mood was ups and downs.

But where is the bell?

That's obviously a jade clock that is buckled upside down.

This jade clock is like a rare and smooth treasure. It has appeared in the lotus pond, so the birds at night want to steal it and keep it private.

The small bells on the jade bells are constantly being pecked. The bright red bells resemble the red porcelain of the Zhao Kingdom imperial kiln. They are small and exquisite, and are the only orphans in all ages.

The little red porcelain bell trembled in the breeze, and then was lightly pecked by the restless little finches, pulled, and wanted to take it away.

But the little bell is connected to the jade clock, how can it be stolen.

This ‘Little Thief Sparrow’ is obviously wishful thinking.

But the little thief bird seemed to not want to give up, and kept pecking, sticking out the tongue from time to time, as if to melt it.

The ears are half-covered, the bell has not been stolen, but the mountains rise first, and the slender places are twisted. The wind sounds like a woman's hum, and it breaks like a beautiful woman's hum. The wind is rising and breaking, as if the mountain is about to rain, and the torrent of sauce is about to fall.

"The second story, Yutu smashes red medicine."

The little thieves who failed to steal the bell began to tell a second story.

The mist covering the other half of the mountain was gradually dispersed by the wind.

Here is not as proud of the arc as the front, but narrow and flat, thin and vigorous, in the middle of which is not slender and dusty, only a dreadful fragrant grass grows in the middle of the mountain, they are clustered, extremely slender, like a patch The island is about to be overwhelmed in the wind and rain.

The lotus boat swayed, the sound of the water rippled, and the melting moonlight became more and more fragmented, and in the flowing glow, the white clothes and white skirts were all hanging down.

The prelude to this story is very long, like a wind coming from a distance, thousands of times.

But there is always a moment when the story begins.

It’s just that Lu Jiajia always feels that Ning Changjiu has deceived himself, so what is the jade rabbit in the story? It’s clearly the jade dragon that wanders all over the world.

In the Guanghan Palace, Jade Rabbit held a jade hammer and gently smashed it into the slot. In the jade slot was a red medicine with delicate petals.

This is the fairy flower in the sky, unfolding one after another, blooming only once in a lifetime. So when the jade hammer was pounded in, it was almost violent. It crushed the flowers little by little and smashed them into bright red concoction. Some were stained on the jade hammer, and some poured out gently. .

It only blooms once in its lifetime, and it withers only once.

The jade rabbit pityed its withering, and heard its pain, so it moved more gently and slowly, but the red medicine was broken and the jade fragrance flowed. This is the most beautiful fragrance in the world. Who can bear it? Where's Caijie?

So the speed of pounding the medicine quickened. The flower was like water that had been watered for ten thousand years. From the seemingly thin petals, the juice kept permeating and trickling.

The second story was finished without knowing it.

"The third story, if it doesn't sound, it's a blockbuster..." Ning Changjiu said in her ear.

Lu's marriage is incomprehensible. She can understand the first two stories, but what is the third one?

Soon, she understood.

It turns out that she is the person in the story.

This time she became the fairy bird in the story, drinking ice and lying on the snow for more than 20 years, and she remained silent. Today, when the second story climbed to the apex, the fairy bird suddenly spread its wings and hissed like an arrow, making a loud and high-pitched sound, so the white snow in the mountains collapsed with this sound and turned into The surging white waves.

In the medicine trough smashed by the jade rabbit, the clear spring is no longer a trickle, but a cascading spring with tens of thousands of miles away.

If you don't scream, it's all. The scream will be long and sorrowful.

On the other side, Qingsi also entered the water and left with the boat.

Ning Changjiu finished three stories with her.

This is a story she will never forget.

The jars of fermented wine were also taken apart, and they began to drink, during which the wine was scented, and there were several times of Ying Ciao Yan dance, like a flourishing dynasty's day and night music.

On the lotus boat, they hugged and slept.

The only thing in the world is the quiet moonlight and the sky full of stars shining on them, covering them with a thin quilt.

In the drunken dream, Lu Jiajia seemed to be back in the heart demon's calamity again, the long flute sound was endless, and the spring breeze could not go away.

She fumbled and fetched the flute that Ning Changjiu had previously set aside, and played casually.

I just don't know why, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't make a sound.

Ning Changjiu snorted softly, opened his eyes faintly, and looked at the drunken dreamer who played a flute under the moon. The slanted side face was beautifully beautiful, which was the dream he didn't want to wake up most.

The underwater fish seems to be able to hear the sound of flute.

The dream of the fish suddenly shattered, and it became a few ripples.

The lotus boat flooded the water, and the boat filled with clear dreams overwhelmed the Galaxy.

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(Look at it and cherish it, everyone)

(Thanks to the lord Ning Changjiu, the master Feng Hao Wu, the rudder master once Hualuo and the new one, the law protector Mo Chenfeng and the four rudder masters who greatly rewarded!!! Thank you for your great support and encouragement! Meme~)