"...get drunk and go back to Baiyi."

The hosta is broken, and the nectar is broken.

Shi Wu Luo heard his own voice:

"sorry."

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The snow piled up on the eaves collapsed and hit the forehead of the person below. Lu Jing screamed and jumped up. The monk Budu, who was dozing off next to him, woke up with a crooked body and asked him what was going on. Lu Jing pulled out the snow that had fallen into the back of his neck, and just as he was about to answer his words, the "listening god" jade pendant lit up.

"Who is this time to make trouble?"

Lu Jing scolded and threw the Fei Xin to Monk Budu and let him take a look first.

Monk Budu unfolded Fei Xin, and his expression suddenly became serious as soon as he glanced at it.

"What, what's wrong?" Lu Jing's scalp went numb.

"Two news, one bad news, one..."

"Listen to the bad first, listen to the bad first." Lu Jing was impatient.

"Okay." Monk Budu nodded, "The bad news is that the 30 flying boats that were transporting the anchor materials for the star table in Shanhaige were shot down. The flying boats were found near Mocheng, but the whereabouts of the personnel and materials are unknown."

"Is Fatty Zuo stingy and crazy? This kind of thing can happen!" Those star catalogues are the materials that will be used when Dingtianchi Mountain corresponds to the column of the sky catalogue soon! Otherwise, why did the dignified ruler of the twelve continents stay in Meicheng for so long?

"It's Lou Jiang who is in charge of the escort."

Did Lou Jiang come by himself?

Lu Jing paused, and immediately understood why Monk Budu looked so serious. Lou Jiang personally escorted it, to a certain extent, it was equivalent to half of the Shanhai Pavilion Master coming in person. With Lou Jiang's prudence, it was absolutely impossible to be negligent.

"Someone...or a demon, I don't want things to go well in Tianchi Mountain." Lu Jing sat down, frowned and went through all the people who have been restless recently. There are too many targets to suspect. There is no way to confirm, so I can only press for the time being, "What about the second message?"

"The second..." Monk Budu turned to look at him, "The news has spread, and within three days, everyone in the twelve continents will know about the news of the Heavenly Dao falling into the devil."

Lu Jing shook his hand and tore off a strand of hair. He didn't care about his distressed hair, so he scolded, "What kind of good news is this motherfucker?"

"Who said this is good news?" Monk Budu closed the flying letter, his face pale, "This is the worst of bad news!"

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Qiu Bodeng sat on the black stone, and his red clothes hung down into the cold pool, flowing with the water. He was still holding the broken hosta in his hand, and the plum wine slid down the body of the hairpin, dripped onto the stone surface and made a soft sound, splashing four or five drops of bright spots. He didn't seem to realize for a moment what he saw or heard.

Reaching out his hand, he wanted to touch those eyes that had become silver-gray again.

Shi Wuluo gently avoided his hand.

"Allo?"

Qiu Bodeng tilted his head, the moonlight shining on his face, a layer of clear jade light.

Shi Wu Luo wanted to lean over, want to hug him with all his strength, want to be like an evil spirit, paranoid to possess him, wrap him in his arms, hide him in his heart, twelve years are like ten thousand years of life and death. The demon who has brewed love and longing in his heart, clamoring, roaring... But the voice in his heart said calmly:

You hurt him, in the past, now.

There will be a future.

All living beings in the world, born, old, sick, and dying, love and hate parting, no matter how hard they are, how hard they are, they can always complain about good fortune, and the way of heaven is ruthless. But he is good fortune, he is the way of heaven, who should he blame for making his monarch crippled and ill?

Shi Wuluo wanted to say something, but couldn't say anything. He was so clumsy that he seemed to return to the time when he was ignorant in an instant.

What the hell is this?

He wanted to ask, but there was nowhere to ask, and no way to ask.

He didn't know the answer, only that he couldn't go on like this.

"sorry."

Shi Wu Luo avoided Qiu Bo Deng's sight and turned around in a hurry.

A snowflake rolled down from the edge of his sleeve, and Qiu Bodeng grabbed his wrist from behind.

Shi Wu Luo stood frozen in the snow.

"I'm sorry for what? You said." Qiu Bodeng tightened his fingers.

His voice was hoarse: "I can't..."

I can't hurt you anymore.

The remaining words were stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say anything, and he became a coward, a self-deceiving thief, trying to monopolize a little spark that should not belong to him. Shi Wuluo closed his eyes, suppressed countless mixed desires, and separated Qiu Bodeng's fingers to grab his wrist.

The last slender finger is separated from the wrist, and Qiu Bodeng's hand hangs down.

In the far northwest corner, the ice becomes hundreds of rivers, and hundreds of rivers go south.

Here in Meicheng, Budu and Lu Jing are running.

The secret spread all over the twelve continents, and the undercurrent is surging.

Storm is coming.

Shi Wuluo lowered his head and watched a corner of the red shirt disappear from sight.

Only a white expanse of snow remained.

Time has passed, the wind has stopped, everything is gone, but the snow is still falling. Shi Wuluo walked forward, there were no footprints left on the snow, only a rolling candied haws were gradually buried by the snow. One step, two steps, three steps... Qiu Bodeng suddenly laughed from behind.

Shi Wuluo froze for a while, wanting to turn back, but he didn't dare to look back.

Afraid that I would take one more look, I was reluctant to leave.

Bitterness and lingering warmth are mixed together, can't love, can't let go... After many years, Tiandao finally understands what the "hundred flavors" that the gods taught him back then.

"Don't you say it?" Qiu Bodeng said behind him, "Then I'll say it for you."