It's too hard to chase after the demon concubine

Chapter 979 How did you come. . .

On that day, the sky was full of sunset and the cherry blossoms were drunk for ten miles, and the wind was clear and light, blowing past, sending a little bit of lingering fragrance, sweet and elegant.

Under the cherry blossom trees, the green grass leaned softly, and the two sat on the ground, with ten altars of fine wine in front of them.

Yun Qianruo picked up the jug, poured two bowls of wine, and brought one to Yan Zimo.

"It's such a beautiful day, cousin, come, I'll toast you a bowl!"

"it is good."

He smiled lightly, as calm as the wind and moon in the sky, picked up the bowl with his slender fingers, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Today, let's get drunk, let's have another bowl!"

Another bowl of wine was handed to him, and next to his ears was the girl's voice full of pride and wantonness. He raised his eyes, and in his sight was her beautiful smile, blurred by the cherry blossoms all over the sky.

He lowered his eyebrows and smiled slightly, his eyes were filled with a touch of tenderness and pampering, took the bowl, and drank it down again.

"Not bad! Have another bowl!"

It's just that just after drinking, another bowl of wine was handed to him, the breeze picked up and the aroma of the wine overflowed.

He frowned slightly, looking at the smiling girl in front of him, "Ruo'er, if you drink any more, you'll get drunk."

"Cut!" Yun Qianruo didn't take it seriously, she swept her crescent eyebrows lightly, and glanced at the ten jugs of fine wine in front of her, "I only drank one jug! Do you think I brought so much wine here for display?"

"But……"

"My girl is not drunk for a thousand cups!" She said arrogantly, interrupting what he hadn't finished speaking, the corners of her eyes and brows were full of joy, "Unless, you are worried that you can't drink well, and the quality of wine is also worrying. Will you make a fool of yourself afterwards?"

Looking at her, he couldn't help shaking his head and chuckling, his gentle voice was as gentle as a spring breeze, "Ruoer, don't worry too much, my wine is not bad."

"Since this is the case, what are you afraid of? Come on! Just do it!"

In the next second, a wine jar that had just been unsealed was handed to him.

Yan Zimo: "..."

And Yun Qianruo no longer looked at him, Gu Zi hugged a jar of fine wine and poured it down with her head raised.

Yan Zimo: "..."

Time, like a flying butterfly, quietly goes away inadvertently.The setting sun in the sky gradually dissipated, and a crescent moon hung lightly on the branches, dyeing a tree of cherry blossoms.

The ten altars of fine wine were all drunk, leaving only the empty altars randomly scattered on the grass, with a faint fragrance of wine lingering in the wind.

Yun Qianruo waved away a wine jar lying at her feet, stood up staggeringly, but felt that the whole world was spinning, "Huh?"

Staggering under her feet, she fell directly to the ground, but fell into a warm embrace. The blue shirt was picturesque, with a faint plum fragrance lingering, which made her chaotic mind clear for a moment, "Cousin, cousin?"

"Ruo'er, you're drunk."

He raised his hand and brushed the messy hair on her face, her slightly frowned eyebrows were filled with worry.

"Who said I was drunk!?" She glared at him dissatisfied, grabbed his sleeve, and wiped her saliva carelessly, "It smells so good! Hehehe..."

He pursed his lips slightly, and Ruyu's eyes flashed a touch of affection, "You are drunk, now I will send you back."

"Don't go back!" She was a little excited, and pushed his hand away, but because of her sloppy steps, she fell directly to the ground, "Hehehe...don't go back! I can still drink! Um... drink ten altars...hehe hey-hey……"

Seeing this, he felt helpless and distressed. He walked over to help her up, but she grabbed her by the sleeve, "Cousin, I have something to tell you."

She looked very serious, her eyes were clear, clear and bright, like stars in the sky.

His heart skipped a beat involuntarily, but he ignored the strange throbbing and stretched out his hand to pull her, "If you have anything to say, we'll talk about it later, okay?"

"No, no! Let's talk now!" She stubbornly hugged a tree, unwilling to get up. In the end, Yan Zimo had no choice but to follow her.

"Then what are you going to say?"

"Hey hey..." She hugged the tree trunk and giggled for a moment, "Cousin, I like you so much! I like you very, very very much! Hey hey..."

His body froze suddenly, like a perfect jade sculpture that had been frozen, staring blankly at the girl smiling foolishly in front of him, he couldn't return to his senses for a while.

But she still didn't think it was enough, picked up a cherry blossom and handed it to him, "Cousin, I like you so much! This flower is for you! Hehehe..."

However, Yan Zimo still didn't come back to his senses, he didn't seem to see the cherry blossoms in front of him, those eyes as clear as black jade, fixedly looked at her charmingly smiling face, lost his mind.

"Don't you think the flowers are not good-looking?" Yun Qianruo curled her lips a little dissatisfied, stretched out her hand to pull out a few weeds, and handed them over again, "Hey! I will send you..."

However, before she finished speaking, a hand came out of nowhere and snatched the weeds from her hand. At the same time, a brick fell and hit Yan Zimo's head...

"Ah—there are grass pickers..." With a cry of surprise, Yun Qianruo jumped up, but fell to the ground.

"Bang—" There was a muffled sound, and Yan Zimo, who hadn't regained his composure, closed his eyes and fell to the ground.

Pieces of cherry blossoms flutter and fall, playing in the wind, lingering.

Under the sakura tree, there was an extra figure at some point.The night-like black clothes fluttered in the wind, melting away the loneliness of a lifetime, and the long ink-like hair was blown up by the wind, brushing against the icy and terrifying silver ghost face, making one's heart palpitate.

And his eyes, like a deep pool, are condescendingly looking down at her lying on the grass, "Do you like him?"

The low and cold voice, every word, was like ice and snow falling into a cold pool, seductive and dangerous, which instantly sobered up her mind that was muddled because of drunkenness.

His eyes widened, and he stared at him with a ghostly look on his face, "You you you you you...how did you come?..."

(End of this chapter)