Yang Shu Mei Ying

On the night of Mid-Autumn Festival, the full moon hangs brightly in the sky, reflecting the surrounding water as clear as water. In the Qingfeng Sword School, as usual, all the disciples convened to a wide place on the mountain, and set up a month to enjoy the moon. As the most respected and respected master in the school, Chu Feiyang naturally cannot be absent.

With a faint smile, looking at the brothers and sisters who laughed around him, Chu Feiyang thought for a moment that the shadow of the king's book under the mountain.

He felt that he should accompany him at this time, but he didn't want to disappoint the brothers and brothers, and he didn't want to cause any unnecessary trouble to Jun Shuying and Gao Fang because of his absence. Some touch of guilt stood outside the crowd. He certainly knew that Jun Shuying would not care about the Mid-Autumn Festival reunion night, and he would not scarce his company. But his guilt is his own and has nothing to do with people.

Xin Yunshen still disappeared. Chu Feiyang naturally knew where he was, and frowned slightly. Xinbai has long been impatient with Xinyun Shen ’s recent mysterious behavior. Although he wo n’t doubt anything, Xinyun Shen will continue to lead people there sooner or later.

"Brother Chu, why are you here alone, not with everyone?" Song Lanyu, wearing a light blue shirt, came with a wine glass and a wine glass.

Chu Feiyang smiled slightly and said, "Master has not arrived yet, I always want to look like a big brother."

Song Lanyu smiled, handed the wine glass in his hand, raised the pot and poured the wine, and said, "Brother Chu, I will drink with you."

Chu Feiyang took it, and laughed: "You scholars, even drinking this kind of small cup, it is unpleasant."

Song Lanyu smiled slightly: "Naturally, there is no one who can be more refreshing than Brother Chu in this world. Dry!" After speaking, he drank his wine and lightened the bottom of the glass.

Chu Feiyang smiled and shook his head, pouring the wine from the glass into his mouth. Song Lanyu shouted well and poured wine.

Chu Feiyang was also extremely boring, so she simply drank with Song Lanyu.

It's hot, it's hot, like it's on fire. Chu Feiyang's consciousness was a bit fuzzy, and he felt that someone was holding his arm tightly. Chu Feiyang tried to open his heavy eyelids.

"Song ... son!" Chu Fei raised his voice, his voice was dumb.

"Brother Chu, you say I'm cheap, whatever. I know you don't like me at all. I'm leaving and I won't see you again. Brother Chu, I want to be with you, I want to be forever With you. But even ... "Song Lanyu pressed her face tightly against Chu Feiyang's chest, her voice muffled, and some words incoherently confused.

"You ... give me medicine! I'm actually going to plant Chu Feiyang in your hands, really ..." Chu Feiyang snorted coldly. Song Lanyu shook her body, raised her head, and there were tears in her eyes, and she said, "Brother Chu, don't hate me. I know it's not appropriate to use your trust, but ..."

Song Lanyu's hands began to tremble to solve Chu Feiyang's clothes knot, Chu Feiyang looked at him coldly, suddenly holding Song Lanyu suddenly turned around.

Song Lanyu looked at him with a pair of watery eyes, Chu Feiyang raised his hand, and actually clicked his acupoint.

Chu Feiyang was struggling, thinking about it, or holding Song Lanyu behind the mountain and hiding, saying: "You are waiting here ... half an hour the acupuncture point will be unlocked. Today's matter, I should ... have never happened "After leaving, Song Lanyu called him, anxiously:" The medicine on your body-"

Chu Feiyang took a deep breath and smiled helplessly: "You really are ... where is this kind of inconspicuous thing. Rest assured, you can't die." Then he stumbled away.

Chu Feiyang endured more and more discomfort, and flew to the clear spring in the mountain. A fierce son plunged into the cold spring water, and the discomfort finally relieved.