Chapter 715
In the spirit of pursuing victory, Chen Xinglie did not wait for Li Rufeng to speak, each minding their own business began to tell the story of himself and the other three women, this life encountered The Beijiang Barbarian Race Princess Shi Feiyu, a strange woman who has received a stunning Demoness inheritance.
Another painted mountain sect dísciple, Zhao Yumeng, has a cultivation of Heaven's Proud Daughter from Phoenix Nirvana.
The last one is Chen Achou, a little loli with two dragon horns on his head.
Chen Xinglie recalled his story with the three daughters while telling Li Rufeng about his love and hatred with the three daughters. Of course, Chen Xinglie did not lack some plots of Chen Xinglie's calmness and jealousy.
Just talking, Chen Xinglie gradually fell into the memory, but also forgot his purpose, through the story line he added to let Li Rufeng completely accept the matter of the three women.
There are nostalgic and happy smiles on his face, even in the dark night, he looks radiant, and Li Rufeng's heart beats.
Thousands of times in my heart, there was a hint of dissatisfaction, but looking at the happy smile on the face of the man in front of me, he finally took the initiative to accept the fact that he still has four sisters.
Chen Xinglie talked about it for a long time, and when I looked at the sky, the full moon had already risen to the top of his head, and it was midnight.
Cutiously glanced at Li Rufeng, wanting to see a clue from her face.
However, Li Rufeng is still so plain that people can't see her expression or guess her thoughts.
Li Rufeng looked at Chen Xinglie and said, "Okay, go to bed early, it's getting late."
"Okay, tonight..."
" Sleep on your own!"
Chen Xinglie was interrupted by Li Rufeng before he finished speaking.
while speaking Li Rufeng has got up and moved towards another room in the courtyard. Chen Xinglie can only sigh silently when he sees this.
Looking at Li Rufeng's enchanting and graceful back, I felt a little more disappointed.
He didn't return to his room immediately, and watched Li Rufeng enter the side room. Chen Xinglie looked back. Alone sat in the courtyard, looking up at the full moon in the sky from time to time.
"How are you doing..."
He can't remember how many times this is the full moon in the Heart Demon world, but he seems to have come to Heart Demon vaguely. It's been a while since I talked about the three daughters of Shi Feiyu.
I don't know what Eastern Continent has become after I left, and what happened to the three girls.
With all kinds of thoughts, Chen Xinglie lost the thought of sleeping, and looked back at Li Rufeng's room, the faint candlelight had been extinguished.
Chen Xinglie tiptoedly moved towards the courtyard gate, cautiously looking for fear of making any noise when he walked, waking up the woman in the house who might have fallen asleep.
"This piece of wood..."
Li Rufeng naturally did not sleep either. The great realm of the Divine Transformation Stage was enough for her to hear the movement in the courtyard clearly. When she heard Chen Xinglie's The footsteps drifted away, and I couldn't help but murmur.
A whisper of sadness sounded in the room, and I didn't know whether it was annoyance to me or dissatisfaction with the man who left outside.
All the thoughts finally turned into a sigh in the dark night, Li Rufeng didn't think too much, turned over and got ready to fall asleep.
As a mature woman, she naturally knows to give her man freedom. Chen Xinglie leaves the courtyard at this time, it is nothing more than rise in the mind because of past events, or go out to relax, or go out Find a place to drink a few glasses of wine and then come back to sleep peacefully.
For whatever reason, Li Rufeng expressed support. She didn't want Chen Xinglie to be trapped in her memories, nor did she want him to be so depressed every day.
With many thoughts, Li Rufeng also gradually fell asleep.
Looking at Chen Xinglie again, he was dressed in white clothed like snow, even in the dark, just under the light of a faint moonlight, it looked particularly dazzling.
Chen Xinglie sits cross-legged by the cliff of Xundao Mountain.
Besides is a jar, from the smell of wine spilling in the air, it can be judged that this jar is filled with the Wentian smile made by Dao Sect Sect Master to Wenqing.
Pick up the jar and fill himself with a bowl of Wentianxiao, Chen Xinglie drank it up to the sky.
Then he smashed his mouth, seeming to be savoring the best wine in the world that he had just drunk.
Although it is late at night, Chen Xinglie doesn't have the slightest fatigue in his eyes.
Then he looked towards the distance and said in his mouth: "I was shocked by the alcohol and fell asleep, and the gambling was so scent of tea. At that time, it was only ordinary."
A sentence from memory The poem that came out blurted out, because it was late at night, Chen Xinglie lowered his voice in order not to wake up the people in Dao Sect.
This sentence can be regarded as a peerless poem in this foreign world, and the only listener is the full moon in the sky.
"Young Master has something in his heart?"
Suddenly a female voice came in his ear, with a fascinating aura.
Chen Xinglie was shocked when he heard this, and then he smelled a faint fragrance in the air and knew who the person was.
Without looking back, he said: "You still don't sleep at this late?"
"Hehe, Young Master is not the only one who is worried in this world." That said again behind him. Female voice.
The sound of footsteps sounded in my ears, and the light scent inhaled from the tip of his nose became a bit richer. Chen Xinglie knew that the woman was walking towards him.
A scented silhouette sat next to Chen Xinglie. Chen Xinglie habitually glanced sideways. By the light of the moon, a beautiful side face comparable to Li Rufeng appeared. In sight.
"Women go to bed late, but they will get old quickly and wrinkle easily."
Chen Xinglie retracted his gaze and said with a smile.
Feng Yi chuckled slightly, and said jokingly: "I'm old and have lived for tens of thousands of years. I can't remember how long I have lived. I don't even care about it. , Could it be that Young Master will dislike someone’s family and be Huang Zhuhuang?"
Chen Xinglie will naturally not take the other party’s words seriously. In front of an Ancient One age like Feng Yi, I am afraid that she is a little child in her eyes. .
If it weren't for the dísciple of Profound Void, I'm afraid the other party will not pay attention to himself.
The two fell silent, and neither of them spoke.
Chen Xinglie is naturally sensible, took out a bowl from the system space, took the initiative to help Feng Yi fill it, and then handed it to Feng Yi.
Feng Yi took the wine bowl and asked with a smile: "Young Master has some ink in his chest, and the verse that he just read is good, but Young Master created it?"
" No."
The words are divided into two parts. In this foreign world, he is indeed an original creation of Chen Xinglie.
But only he himself knows that these so-called quatrains were created by the ancestors in the previous life.
Feng Yi didn't ask much, but just met Chen Xinglie and drank it in one fell swoop, acting like a female hero.
Then he said: "It’s somewhat tasteless to drink and not eat food. Why don’t you give us a few more words from Young Master?"