After Varo said that, he sighed again and said, "Don't be frowning when we get married tomorrow. I send someone to prepare some wine for you, and you will be happy after eating some wine. If you really can't forget it, I will lead you to cross the Forget River once. The past will follow the wind, and I will treat you well after I will live with me in the future."

Qian Yu raised his head in an instant, and his face was mottled with tears in the gap. He said, "Forget it? He is the one who can't forget the most in this world. I would rather endure the pain of lovesickness for hundreds of years, and don't forget him. Since you love this skin, I will peel and slash the face and take it away!"

"Show mercy in my heart!" Varo smiled, "I am such a shallow person? You don't understand. What do I want for a human skin? What do I want for you."

Qianyu looked haggard, his hair was already messy, and he was willing to say, "I will not marry you, nor will I marry you. My heart has fallen into one person, and I will only live and die with him in this life. The King of Hell doesn't need to say much."

Veal was bored and could only smile. He walked into the street several steps and saw that the left and right retreated far away, and couldn't help but lose his temper: "I'm blind! I'll prepare wine and set up a table, and a banquet will be held tonight!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a sudden gust of wind rose above his head. Vela was keen dodging, but someone was kicking behind him. He staggered forward and almost knelt down in the street. He reacted very quickly and supported the ground with one arm, as light as a swallow, and he used the force to slide up. Before he could look back, he felt the strong wind on his ears instantly, causing ghosts to scream and cover their faces. Vela couldn't stand steadily and held a pillar with his hands. Unexpectedly, this support was damaged, because he supported his arms and his waist loosened, his shirt was immediately blown away by the wind, and his pants fell to his ankles.

Veera was stunned, then blushed and said angrily: "Which dog is raised by my mother?!"

Jinglin put Cang Ji on his arms and dragged him back to the window. Cang Ji sneered and said in a dark voice: "Look at how many hairs he has grown, he dares to compete with Zuo Qingzhou? He also made up his mind to marry Linsongjun!"

Jinglin was pressed by Cang Ji's figure and stumbling under his feet. He panted and said, "When he returned from drunkenness tonight, we will go to pick up Qianyu."

Cang Ji looked unwilling: "If you hit him, just hit him. This place is not as good as the Dividing Division and cannot be under the Hall of Hell. So what if you rob it? A weasel is turning against the sky!"

"You are not just going to hit him," said Jinglin. "He has the Nine Heavens Seal in his arms and will give it to you. You will be a fool in the Forget River."

"He said he wanted to marry you." Cang Ji turned around and grabbed Jinglin's hand and said angrily, "He can do it too? No!"

Jinglin followed Mao and Cang Ji took advantage of the situation to approach Jinglin's temples with his head. How could Jinglin resist his size and be able to retreat continuously and finally hit the wall. His exposed cheeks were tight and he said to Jinglin seriously: "You should let them think like this?"

Seeing that he was a little depressed, Jinglin paused and said, "I have never known him."

Cang Ji was silent. Jing Lin was silent for a moment, and his palm quietly supported his back. He was about to speak, but he felt a heat on his neck. Jing Lin was startled and almost thought he had cried aggrievedly, so he turned his head and turned his head to the front. Unexpectedly, Cang Ji waited well and turned his head to the side.

Cang Ji's palm slid down, supporting Jinglin's waist, almost trying to push him up. Jinglin knew that he was pretending and couldn't help but want to withdraw his hand. But Cang Ji clamped his armpits and controlled Jinglin's arms firmly. He rushed in in a wet and hot manner, causing trouble between Jinglin's lips and teeth, letting Jinglin pull his clothes on his back and remain indifferent, and he was against him like a mountain.

Cang Ji thought he would say something cold, but unexpectedly he was crazy. After tasting the work, he felt that it was not right and said, "How do you know so clearly?"

"I love the beauty in this world." Varo said to Cang Ji sincerely, "You, no one in the world understands me. Beauties should love them well. They feel that they are not enough in their palms. How can they suffer a little bit?" He said, covering his face and crying, drunkenly, "Beauty shouldn't touch the word love, why bother? Look at this stupid fox, he has broken a heart into eight petals, and the pain is so painful that I will break it into eight petals. And Linsongjun, broken into sand. I was shocked and cried so hard that the sky was dark. You don't understand, you don't understand!"

Cang Ji patted Veila on the shoulder and advised, "Why do you like these two? They are not as wonderful as Dongjun! You think he has a lot of witty words and has such supernatural powers. He is carrying the hardships of blood. Isn't he a beauty who needs your pity?"

"But he" Varo wanted to speak but stopped, frowned and said, "He must not want me."

"Hand around him." Cang Ji was so sorry that he was not strong. "If you want to love him, how can you retreat so easily? Even if you treat him with your kindness, the so-called sincerity can always keep his heart secretly."

Veal nodded in a ruthless manner, and he really wanted to do so.

Qian Yu sniffed his hands and his shoulders covered with frost. He was originally a yang fetus, but he was severely injured by the broken tail and damaged his heart. His cultivation was difficult to hide, and he could no longer bear the coldness of the yellow spring. He leaned out the window and looked at the ink of Forgetful River, and he remembered thousands of past times.

The cold wind blew the window, making Qian Yu's heartbroken. He pointed to the gap and could not catch anything in this vast thick ink. Qian Yu's body was cold and he leaned against the wall and fell into a dream in a daze, feeling that his soul was floating and could hardly hold on.

Just now, I suddenly heard someone calling in the calamari.

Qian Yu looked back in a daze, and heard the sound gradually clear, calling it "Qian Yu". He suddenly crawled, his eyes searching out of the crack in the window, and tears rushed out.

"Zuo Lang" Qian Yu said hoarsely, incredible, "Zuo Lang!"

The call of the wind was like a line that was easy to break, and it floated from nowhere. Qian Yu smashed the window and choked with a sob. He scratched his fingers and slashed the window with blood, but he was afraid that the sound would go away.

"Let me out!" Qian Yu said anxiously, "Zuo Lang!"

Veal, who was originally drunk as mud, suddenly covered her chest and wondered to Cang Ji: "Why am I so painful?" After that, he replied to himself, "Yes, I will make a seal that will implicate my heart, so it will be bad!"

Half of the pain of the Veala wine, he suddenly stood up and said, "I can't let him escape by surrounding the sedan chair!"

Cang Ji kicked the chair legs with one foot, leaned against the head of Varo's legs. Varo lifted the chair back, lifted it on his arm, and smashed it at Cang Ji's head.

"Who are you?!"

Cang Ji fisted on the table and said, "It's your heart and soul of Lin Songjun's family."

The varrel all turned into sweat. He responded with a sound and almost hit the tip of his nose. Cang Ji's fist was fierce and he didn't take him to heart. Unexpectedly, he hurriedly hid so quickly. He came in a blink of an eye and kicked Cang Ji's chest with a strong force. Cang Ji raised his arm and received a "bang" sound. The surrounding tables and chairs broke and the bowls and chopsticks fell all over the floor.

"Excuse me." Varo lifted his robe, then suddenly burst out, his legs and feet "cracked" against Cang Ji's arms, and were shocked to hurt. He spat and said coldly, "There is a character!"

Cang Ji was actually kicked in his arms and felt numb. Unexpectedly, his body was so thin that his strength was so heavy that it was far stronger than the monk in the Drunken Mountain.

Veala made a handful of wine and smashed it, saying, "You are the one who strips grandpa's pants today!"

Cang Ji raised his palm and caught it, raised his head and drank it clean, and threw it backwards. He looked lazy, stepped on the stool and showed his little finger to Varobi.
Chapter completed!