stonecrandall Chapter 21
Chapter 21
Feng Ning suddenly remembered his first encounter with Qing Lang.
He first noticed that he was "falling in love" with a blushing heartbeat, and then saw Qing Lang's face clearly, and found that Qing Lang was a man.
Now that I think about it, it's really ridiculous. How can anyone in this world fall in love just by looking at a back?
Presumably, he killed most of his spiritual power that day, and was injured again, soaked in water, and the cold air entered his body, but because of the lack of spiritual power in his body, it was difficult to recover by himself, so he got the wind chill.
... In vain, he thought he had met true love and tossed around for so long.
As for now that he is suffering from a cold again...
Feng Ning turned her head to look out the window.
Presumably it must have something to do with this thousands of miles of snow-capped mountains.
Just like the last time when the wind and cold came and walked quietly, Feng Ning worked a little bit to evacuate the cold from his body, and the wind and cold on his body had already healed for seven days. Seven or eight.
That made him feel hot all over, and the symptoms of blushing and heartbeat disappeared.
...It turns out that it really isn't love.
Feng Ning felt very sad.
The "love" he found after searching for 3000 years was nothing.
But what made him even more sad was that other symptoms in his body were still there.
... Especially the sore waist, weak legs, the exhaustion that seemed to be hollowed out somewhere in the body, and the heavy but confused head after the hangover, all reminded him of how he spent last night. Ridiculous night.
What is the more terrifying thing in the world than the "scourge" of Qing Dahuai's great-grandson?
——It was he who didn't love Qing Lang, but actually "spoiled" Qing Lang.
Feng Ning seemed to have expected Qing Dahuai to wave the vines again, chasing and beating him ferociously.
Feng Ning closed her eyes and tried hard to recall, but only thought of fragments.
...Fortunately, it seems that Qing Lang made the first move.
Feng Ning tried her best to comfort herself, it seemed that this would relieve him of the guilt of "challenging and abandoning Qinglang" in his heart a little bit.
It's just... is Qinglang some kind of fairy who harvests men? !
Feng Ning's back was sore and her legs were weak, she was just feeling unwell, but her spiritual power was less than [-]% of what it was!
Feng Ning put on her clothes tremblingly, got out of bed, then kicked down a few wine jars as if venting her anger, and walked out the door with her waist supported.
It's just that Fengning was stunned as soon as she went out.
... This is Mangyi Snow Mountain.
This is the snow-covered Mangyi Snow Mountain that is covered by snow all year round, and there are blizzards raging from time to time. Even at this moment, it is snowing slightly.
But when he looked up, he found that most of the mountains in the distance... had become dark.
The snow had melted, and the vegetation that was already scarce under the snow seemed to have been burned clean by a mountain fire.
"...Qinglang Qinglang...Look...I've done everything you said, so you like me, okay?"
A voice rushed into my mind along with the mountain fires in my memory.
Feng Ning's lips trembled, and the memory after being drunk also began to revive.
【one day ago】
Feng Ning saw his close friends turn against him, his loved one uttered bad words to him, and the whole world was talking about him being hanged and beaten by Qing Dahuai, so naturally he felt extremely distressed.
So I had a good drink in the wine cellar of Dionysus.
"I named this wine 'Struggle for Love' for a reason. I think people who drink it will gain courage, get out of cowardice, and work hard actively. But this 'love' does not refer to love in a narrow sense, but more A broad dream, he represents a kind of spiritual attitude, he will change the history of the whole wine industry, from then on, "wine" is no longer a synonym for "dispelling sorrow", let alone a catalyst for "indulgence", it It will allow people to live out themselves, live out bravery, and live out the future while maintaining a hard-working state..."
Dionysus stood on the table, looking into the distance, thinking actively.
Feng Ning squatted in the corner, holding the wine jar, drinking heavily.
Mmm...sweet!
"Hey, Fengning! Don't drink so fast, you have to taste it carefully, and you have to give me your opinion after tasting it!"
"It's delicious!" Feng Ning praised him without hesitation.
Dionysus raised his chin triumphantly: "Of course! This is the wine brewed by my Dionysus. Can it taste bad? By the way, you've finished two jars, how do you feel?"
Feng Ning thought for a while, then smiled a little drunk: "I feel... this is different from ordinary wine, I'm not very drunk, I know what I'm doing, and I'm full of strength , I am also full of hope for myself!"
"That's right! That's how it feels!" Dionysus was so excited that he almost cried, "I really succeeded! Do you really want to live hard and fulfill your dreams!"
Feng Ning clenched her right hand into a fist and nodded: "Yes! I suddenly knew what I was going to do!"
"Go!" Dionysus encouraged him, and filled him with a bunch of wine in the Qiankun bag, "You take these wines, you will feel no energy later, replenish energy at any time, oh, yes, I will return it to you I sent some other wine, you can drink it later!"
What Feng Ning said to Dionysus was true. After drinking two jars of wine, although he was a little drunk, he was still sober overall.Not only that, he even felt that his mood was extremely surging. The previous depression, depression, and boredom were swept away, and what followed was the courage to strive for love.
He knew what he was going to do.
He is going to clean up the demons on his way of chasing love.
Nothing in the world can stop him from pursuing love!
"...Kuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!"
It was getting late, and the door of Qing Dahuai's mansion was suddenly slammed violently.
Qing Dahuai opened the door and saw that it was Fengning.
Feng Ning wore a strange smell of wine, his eyes were a little dazed, but his expression was very firm. He knocked on the door and shouted: "...Qing Dahuai, come out!"
Qing Dahuai's face was dark: "It's late at night, why are you here to be drunk? Don't you think I didn't beat you enough? Do you want to continue to come and get beaten?"
Feng Ning said: "Yes, I came here to fight with you!"
Qing Dahuai narrowed his eyes: "What do you mean?"
Feng Ning took a step back, slowly took out his red-gold phoenix-feathered long knife, and said, "Qing Dahuai, let's fight, if I win you, you will never stop me from pursuing Qing Dahuai again." Lang."
Qing Dahuai's tone became gloomy again: "Do you know that my great-grandson doesn't like you? Do you know that everything you're doing now is tantamount to harassment?"
"I know." Feng Ning smiled, with a look of winning, "but sooner or later he will like me, and everything I'm doing now is to clear the way for our love."
Countless vines spread from the sleeves, Qing Dahuai sneered and said: "Oh, wishful thinking! You are injured and drunk, and you are not against me. You still have time to run now."
"Go ahead, don't talk nonsense."
What Qing Dahuai said is true.
The strength of Qing Dahuai and Feng Ning is almost the same, but Feng Ning was beaten up by Qing Dahuai a few days ago, and now the injury is still not healed.And he drank a lot of wine at the moment, and after a while, the situation fell into a disadvantage.
The wine Feng Ning drank was also strange, when she first arrived, she obviously didn't feel very drunk, at least she was still conscious.But the more he practiced, the more drunk and turbulent he became.
Hitting and hitting, Qing Dahuai didn't need to attack, his own steps started to mess up.
Even standing on the treetops, he wobbled and was about to lose his footing and fall.
Qing Dahuai sneered, and seeing the right moment, a thick vine full of thorns struck straight at Fengning's heart!
"Grandpa Zeng!"
An anxious cry came.
Qing Dahuai hastily withdrew the vine that was about to attack Feng Ning, looked down, and saw that Qing Lang was rushing towards him quickly.
As soon as Feng Ning heard this familiar voice, he immediately forgot what he was doing. He lowered his head and looked drunk, and laughed silly: "Qing Lang!"
He shook his hands, and his body lost stability in an instant.
The vine of Qing Dahuai was put away and did not hit him, but he himself planted down from the treetop without disappointment!
Qing Lang didn't have time to think, so he flew up, stretched out his hands, and caught him firmly in the air.
... so heavy!
Qing Lang felt like his arms were going to be broken.
But even so, he didn't let Feng Ning go, but hugged him and slowly fell to the ground.
"Qinglang, you're here!" Feng Ning's eyebrows were crooked, and her body smelled of alcohol.
Qinglang took a deep breath, put Feng Ning down, looked up at Qing Dahuai, and said: "Grandpa Zeng, although I am very tired of him, but he is drunk now, how can you beat him to death? ? Isn’t this invincible?”
Qing Dahuai was in so much pain that he couldn't tell: "Obviously this guy Feng Ning came here first to find something, okay?"
Seeing his great-grandson's mouth saying disgust, but his brows and eyes full of worry that couldn't be hidden, Qing Dahuai felt more and more angry.
Qing Dahuai waved his sleeves, and said a little irritably: "Forget it, I will spare him once today, you go to contact his senior disciple, that is the one named Changbai, get him away, I will treat him as nothing today." seen him!"
After speaking, he slammed the door angrily and left.
Cypress?
Qing Lang turned his head to look at Feng Ning, whose eyes were blurred, and lowered his eyes silently.
... He didn't want to go to Changbai.
"Qinglang." Fengning reached out to touch Qinglang's frowning eyebrows, "Are you worried about me?"
Qing Lang knocked off his hand, took a step back, his expression was still indifferent: "No. Be quiet, I will send you back to Ningmen."
But as soon as Qing Lang took Feng Ning's wrist and stepped out of Qing Da Huai's courtyard, he froze.
His father, his queen mother, his grandfather, and his little aunt were all watching him and Fengning outside the corridor.
In the past few days, the news of Grandpa Zeng and Feng Ning's "turning against each other" has been raging. Although his other elders don't know the specific reason, they still rushed over from a distance to try to persuade Qing Dahuai one or two.
After all, in their eyes, Qing Dahuai and Feng Ning Shangshen have been friends for thousands of years, so what is there to overcome?
Although they were unsuccessful in persuasion, they still lived nearby, and now they hurried over again when they heard the movement.
Qinglang spread Fengning's wrist silently, and said hello one by one: "Grandfather, queen mother, father, aunt."
But his elders greeted Fengning one after another.
"You don't need to be so formal." Feng Ning walked over unsteadily and helped them up one by one, "Maybe we will be a family in the future."
Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, not knowing why Shangshen Fengning said that.
Qinglang was startled, afraid that Feng Ning would say nonsense, so he hurried over to stop him: "God, it's getting late, I'll take you back."
"You don't know yet..." Feng Ning took Qing Lang's hand aggressively, "I am a couple with Qing Lang, his family is my family, and his elders are my elders!"
Feng Ning's words were like a thunderbolt, exploding on the ground!
It blasted Qing Lang's face into black ashes.
Qing Lang trembled with anger.
When he looked up, he saw shocked faces.
His grandfather's jaw was about to drop.
Qing Lang's father, who was always personable, refined and easy-going, was so shocked that he couldn't speak at this moment.
And his mother, who has always been decisive and decisive, also lost control of her expression, and almost bent the magic wand in her hand.
His little aunt stammered, "...Qing...Qinglang, is this true? You...you and...Shangshen when did you hook up?"
Qing Lang: "..."
Why didn't he let Grandpa Zeng beat this man to death just now? ! !
"...Shangshen is drunk." With a stiff smile on Qing Lang's face, he struggled to recover, "I'm starting to talk nonsense."
"Not at all. Although I've been drinking, I'm not talking nonsense. I really like Qing..."
"Fengning! Shut up!" Qing Lang gritted his teeth and interrupted him sharply.
Feng Ning, who was drunk, immediately fell silent and covered her mouth.
He blinked and looked at Qing Lang with an innocent expression.
"He's drunk." Qing Lang took a deep breath and said again.
But I don't know if it's an illusion, Qing Lang found that his elders' expressions all changed this time.
It seems that the relationship between the two is more convinced.
His father's face turned pale, and his lips trembled as he said: "...Qing Lang, you are considered an adult now, I respect any decision you make, and I will never interfere with your emotional life...you don't have to... We have something to hide..."
He clearly said quite enlightened and generous words, but his face was pale, his body was on the verge of falling, and his voice trembled, as if he was about to faint in a second.
The queen of the Demon Race supported her husband, her face was also pale.
But the grandfather looked at Qinglang, then at Fengning, with a thoughtful expression on his face.
Qing Lang almost gritted his teeth.
"...Things are not what you think, I will explain to you in the future." After speaking, he pulled Feng Ning away.
When he turned around to leave, he even heard his little aunt, who watched the excitement and didn't think it was a big deal, shouting loudly: "Oh! I understand, no wonder Grandpa wants to be crazy! It turns out that I can't accept my old friend becoming the great-grandson-in-law... the great-grandson Son-in-law, by the way, how do you call it?"
Qing Lang almost tripped over the cracks in the bricks on the ground.
After such a mess, Qing Lang didn't have the heart to send Feng Ning to Guining Gate anymore.
Walking out of the Demon Realm, Qing Lang let go of his hands and took a step back, with a gloomy face and indifferent eyes: "You go, go back to Ningmen by yourself, if you do it again, let alone my Grandpa Zeng, it is me , I want to see you and hit you once!"
"I will not return to Ningmen." Fengning blinked and said.
Qing Lang asked impatiently: "Then where are you going?"
"Duanqing Mountain, you also have to go with me."
After Feng Ning finished speaking, she cast a teleportation spell on the spot, took Qing Lang's hand, and brought him together to the Heavenly Marriage Stone on Duanqing Mountain.
Qing Lang turned his head to look at Feng Ning: "What do you want to do? I don't have time to accompany you to get drunk."
Feng Ning looked into Qing Lang's eyes and said very seriously: "You said that if your name and mine appear on the Marriage Stone, you will like me."
An unknown emotion flashed in Qing Lang's eyes, but his expression was still indifferent: "...I'm just talking nonsense."
He pursed his lips, and his tone became more and more cold: "I won't like you, no matter what you do."
But Fengning laughed.
The moonlight coated him with a layer of soft silver light, his lips were curved, his eyes were also curved, and his expression was infinitely more gentle than when he faced Changbai that day.
He said softly: "But as long as I can make you like me, no matter what, I am willing to do anything. I will engrave your and my name on the wedding stone to let you know that everything is possible." .”
After finishing speaking, he turned around and staggered towards the wedding stone that day.
It's useless.
Qing Lang stood on the spot, looking at him coldly.
The Heavenly Marriage Stone only determines the name of the destined person, and has not manifested its spirit for hundreds of years.
There used to be idiots who wanted to engrave the names of themselves and their lovers on the wedding stone, but in the end it was all in vain.
The celestial marriage stone only determines celestial marriage.
No one can leave other traces on it.
Not even God.
Qing Lang looked up at Feng Ning.
The God Feng Ning, who was revered by countless people, smelled of alcohol, prostrated himself on the Heavenly Marriage Stone, and carved his and Qinglang's names on the stone with gravel stroke by stroke.
Originally worn on him, he looked extraordinarily unattainable, and the holy white clothes that were not stained with mortal dust were dragged on the ground, stained with dust, gravel and silt.
The jade crown on his head was a little loose, and a few strands of hair fell down, like long black hair spread on the white clothes, hidden in the black ink, gently shaking with his laborious movements of lettering.
His eyes were firm, his lips were tightly pressed, and the tip of his nose was dripping with sweat.
It doesn't look like Feng Ning Shangshen, who is high and high, just like an infatuated man who is in the mortal world and grabs the dust with his hands.
In the night, he carved words over and over again.
But he engraved a pen, and the name was erased.
There is still no way to stay on the hard stone for a moment.
Feng Ning took the stone and carved it more than ten times, but the Heavenly Marriage Stone was still bare, with nothing on it.
Qinglang walked over, looked at the wedding stone that day, and sighed softly: "Let's go, it's useless, you can't engrave our names on it, and we can't be together."
Feng Ning seemed a little discouraged at last, he threw away the stone in his hand, stood up, and kicked the Heavenly Marriage Stone viciously.
Just when Qinglang thought that Feng Ning was finally thinking about it and was about to give up, Feng Ning stared at the Heavenly Marriage Stone, motionless.
In the dark night, his eyes were darker and darker than the night. He clenched his fists, squinted his eyes, and said in a hostile voice that Qing Lang had never heard before:
"Po Shitou, don't be ignorant of good and bad, I will engrave it one last time, if you are stubborn, I, Feng Ning, will destroy you on the spot!"
After finishing speaking, he squatted down again and began to write on the wedding stone with his fingers.
Qing Lang almost wanted to sigh with his hands on his forehead.
How did Master become so... childish after being drunk?
how?If you threaten it, will it listen to you?
This is a rock!
But the next moment, Qing Lang couldn't laugh anymore.
He rubbed his eyes, unable to believe his eyes.
——He saw that Feng Ning's fingers were shining with golden light, and every brushwork and painting on the stone was also shining with golden light.
When Feng Ning fingered away from the Heavenly Marriage Stone, their names also appeared on the stone.
...the kind that shines like gold.
"Okay!" Feng Ning stood up and clapped her hands in satisfaction, then turned her head to look at Qing Lang with a smile, "Let's go, let's go to Yanxiao Volcano now."
"what have you done?!"
Qing Lang pushed Feng Ning away, and touched the Heavenly Marriage Stone with a look of shock.
The names of the two of them are still on it, shining with golden light, and lingering for a long time.
Feng Ning tilted her head, with a puzzled look on her face, "I wrote your and my name on it, what's wrong?"
Qing Lang used all his strength to cross out the two names with fingers, stones, and daggers, but to no avail.
His and Feng Ning's names still shone golden on the wedding stone that day, as if they were embedded in it by nature.
Qing Lang raised his head to look at Feng Ning, almost gnashed his teeth and asked, "Do you know what the name on it means?!"
"It means we are a match made in heaven!" Feng Ning said happily.
Qinglang took a deep breath, and his hands began to tremble with anger: "The Heavenly Marriage Stone is only a sign of a marriage contract, but there is a rule that cannot be broken or broken. Anyone who violates the marriage of the Heavenly Marriage Stone will suffer seven Seventy-nine thunders sent by heaven!"
Feng Ning dragged her heavy head to think for a while, and then gave the answer with some difficulty: "You mean we are getting married? Is it a little soon? I haven't prepared the dowry yet."
"Who wants to marry you?!" Qing Lang said angrily, "I won't marry you just because you carved words on this broken stone!"
Feng Ning blinked: "...But, you were the one who asked me to engrave on it."
Qing Lang: "..."
Qing Lang was speechless for a moment.
Feng Ning stood up and yawned a little tiredly: "I'm going to Yanxiao Volcano, you can write your own words here."
Qinglang: "You carved it, you wipe it!"
Feng Ning: "I don't."
After speaking, he turned and left.
Qing Lang gritted his teeth with hatred.
He took out his soul-slaying sword, sat on the ground, gritted his teeth, tried hard, and tried to gouge out the two names on the wedding stone over and over again.
Qinglang struggled for a long time, but the name on the wedding stone still remained unchanged.
Just when he was about to give up, he suddenly found thunder coming from the western sky.
not good!
Yanxiao Volcano!
Qinglang hurriedly rushed towards Yanxiao Volcano in the west.
If Feng Ning was lucky to have his name engraved on the wedding stone that day, then he went to Chiyan Volcano to fall in the snow, purely to seek death.
Among all the gods in the sky, only the god of wind can control the wind, the god of rain can control the rain, and the god of snow can make snow fall.
Even if Feng Ning is a god with the same lifespan as the sky, if he wants to reverse winter and summer and call for rain and snow, the consequences will be disastrous.
What's more, Yanxiao Volcano is the place where the sun god fell, even if the real snow god came, it might not snow there.
What virtue and ability does Fengning have? !
Before Qinglang got close to Yanxiao Volcano, he felt a wave of heat enveloping him, his whole body was so hot that he felt as if he was being roasted on a fire grill, making his mouth parched and speechless.
But amidst the heat wave, another unknown hurricane hit from the sky, dissipating a little heat.
Qing Lang raised his head and looked towards the place where the wind was blowing.
In the mouths of all the immortals, the God Feng Ning, who lived the same life as the heaven and the earth, and shone with the sun and the moon, was the real one at this moment, who shone with the sun and the moon.
Feng Ning hangs high above the volcano, in the darkness of night, light gathers around him, bright as day, as if tearing apart the gap in the night!
Thousands of miles of dark clouds above his head, boundless fire under his feet, causing thunder bursts.
Standing in the flames and the hurricane, pointing to the sky with both hands, he shouted loudly: "I, Feng Ning, use my real body as a contract, and use the sky thunder as a guide to summon the symbiosis of the heaven and the earth. Wish me a moment of ice and snow!"
——Is he... wanting to exchange thunder for snow? !
Qing Lang opened his eyes in disbelief.
The next moment, several thunder lights in the dark cloud struck Fengning's body in unison!
"puff--"
Feng Ning spat out a mouthful of blood, and the white clothes instantly became dripping with blood!
Immediately afterwards, he fell straight down from the sky like a kite with a broken string!
Qing Lang hurriedly flew over to catch him!
"Feng Ning, you are crazy, what are you doing? You can't hear what I said, just to embarrass you, just to tell you that all this is impossible?!"
"...It is...possible." As Feng Ning spoke, blood spewed out uncontrollably again, staining his collar red, and falling on Qing Lang's hands.
He looked up to the sky, and stretched out his hand with some difficulty.
Then he looked at Qing Lang, bent his eyes and smiled.
He smiled so happily, and his dark eyes were full of happiness.
"Qing Lang, look, it's snowing."
Large snowflakes fell like pear blossoms all over the sky, almost charming the eyes.
Qinglang didn't have time to look at Luoxue, but looked down at Fengning with a trembling voice: "...you are injured, I will take you to find the Immortal Doctor."
"No, I still have to go to Mangyi Snow Mountain." Feng Ning wiped off the blood from the corner of her lips, and stood up staggeringly.
Qinglang's lips trembled: "...No need, you don't have to go, I take back what I said, it doesn't count, I take it back!"
Feng Ning looked at him and said, "Qinglang, you said four conditions at that time, you want your name and my name to appear on the Marriage Stone, you want Yanxiao Volcano to be covered with snow, you want Mangyi Snow Mountain to burn into the sky, and you want If you want me to die...I'm afraid I can't do the last one, I can only meet three conditions at most, so...I must do these three things."
Looking at Fengning's pale face and the blood on the corners of her lips, Qinglang felt regretful for the first time for her unscrupulous words that day.
This day, when the thunder struck, Feng Ning's alcohol spirit was also knocked out seven or eight times.
Let his eyes become clearer.
Feng Ning straightened up, wiped off the blood on the corners of his lips, and said in a hoarse voice:
"Let's go, let's go to Mangyi Snow Mountain."
Logically speaking, setting fire on Mangyi Snow Mountain is easier than calling for snow on Yanxiao Volcano.
It's just that Fengning moved from the hottest place to the coldest place suddenly with the scars of being struck by the sky thunder, her body was so cold that she shivered all of a sudden.
...so cold.
But even though his body was so cold, he still used his spiritual power to light the fire over and over again.
He stood on the top of the snow-capped mountain, his face became paler, almost indistinguishable from the white snow on the ground.
He set his fingertips on fire, but the flames that sprang out from his fingertips seemed to be drawing blood from his body.
The bigger the fire, the more bloodless his face became.
It seemed that what ignited the flame was not the spiritual power in his body, but his blood, his life.
The moment the snow melted, the ice water dried, and the fire started, he turned around and smiled at Qing Lang.
The whole world has become two colors.
Snow mountain white and monstrous fire.
Feng Ning, however, stood in the boundless snow, standing in front of the blazing fire, dressed in white, stained with blood all over her body, and laughed quietly.
At this moment, at this moment, Feng Ning Shangshen, dressed in white and completely stained with blood, suddenly surpassed all colors.
Whiter than snow, brighter than fire.
Like cinnabar wrapped in moonlight, it quietly fell into the calm water, causing ripples.
"... so cold."
Feng Ning seemed to be frozen, and fell straight down.
Qing Lang knelt on the snow and picked him up.
There is a wooden house on the top of the snow mountain not far away.
Qing Lang hugged him and walked over step by step.
Feng Ning's face was pale, and his breath was cold, he even had time to joke around: "Qinglang, if I vomit blood right now, would I vomit blood-red icicles?"
"……To shut up."
Qing Lang asked him to shut up again, but his tone was not as harsh as before.
Qing Lang put Feng Ning on the bed in the wooden house on the top of the mountain, and silently used spells to dispel the cold air for him.
But the effect was negligible, it only made Fengning's body temperature rise a little bit.
"At this time, Dionysus' wine should be more effective than cold repelling."
Feng Ning climbed down from the bed, smiled and took out the wine and put it on the table.
...It can only be Fengning.
If it were someone else, who would have died a thousand or eight hundred times if he still had the life to drink.
"Aren't you going to drink it?" Feng Ning carefully took out a bowl, filled it with "Strive for Love" wine, and pushed it in front of Qing Lang.
Qing Lang shook his head: "I won't drink."
After two or three jars of wine, although Feng Ning's spiritual power was still weak, his body finally warmed up, and the breath he exhaled was no longer cold.
It's just that he's getting a little drunk again.
He held his face and looked at Qing Lang opposite, his whole face turned red: "...Qing Lang Qing Lang...Look...I have done everything you said, so you like me, okay? "
But Qing Lang lowered his head and didn't speak.
Feng Ning leaned over and looked at his face: "Why don't you speak? Are you regretting? Regret that the three conditions are still too simple, have I fulfilled them all?"
He was so close to Qing Lang, the tip of his nose almost touched Qing Lang's, and the mellow wine smell lingered in Qing Lang's nasal cavity.
... This wine smells so good.
Qing Lang even thought about it for a moment.
He licked his lips involuntarily.
...it's very dry there.
He was a little hot, a little thirsty, and a little wanted to taste the wine Feng Ning was drinking.
So Qing Lang lowered his head and drank the bowl of wine in front of him in one gulp
This wine is really sweet and mellow.
No wonder Feng Ning was greedy for drinks and got so drunk.
Seeing that Qing Lang drank up the wine in the bowl, Feng Ning immediately actively took out the wine bag given to him by Dionysus.
"Do you still want to drink? But this kind of wine is gone... Well, this is another kind of wine, and it seems to be quite delicious."
Feng Ning poured the wine into Qing Lang's wine bowl in a fawning manner.
Feng Ning's face was so red, her eyes were so bright, she looked at Qing Lang expectantly, afraid that he would not drink the wine she poured.
Qing Lang complied with his expectation in a strange way, lowered his head and drank the wine in front of him again.
Then came the third bowl, the fourth bowl, the fifth bowl...
When Qing Lang realized something was wrong, the jar of wine was almost finished.
Qing Lang felt like his whole body was being burned by fire.
He tugged at the neckline, then took off his robe and threw it on the ground.
Then he asked in a hoarse and violent voice: "Fengning, what is this?"
"Wine." Feng Ning blinked in confusion.
Qing Lang: "...I mean, what kind of wine is this jar?"
Feng Ning picked up the jar of wine and looked at it.
Then he pointed to the small characters on it and said, "...it's... um... indulgent wine? The name is so strange, why haven't I heard that Dionysus made this kind of wine?"
Qing Lang: "..."
Feng Ning was so drunk that she couldn't think normally at all.
He stared at the name of the wine for a while, and then asked in a confused tone: "What's the matter? This wine is delicious. I haven't tasted it yet."
As he spoke, he held the wine jar and poured it into his mouth.
"do not!"
When Qing Lang tried to stop it, it was already too late.
Feng Ning drank the rest of the wine in one gulp, then wiped her mouth.
After finishing the drink, he seriously commented: "Is it okay? It's not as good as the fighting wine I drank... um... But isn't this wine a bit strong?"
Qing Lang still had a sliver of sanity, and began to sit in a corner and meditate in a cold sweat.
And Feng Ning, who had already drank several jars of wine, was not as rational as him.
Sometimes he said he was cold, sometimes he said he was hot, sometimes he leaned over to disturb Qinglang's exercise, and put his hot, hot, red cheeks on Qinglang's palm: "...um...Qinglang, the temperature on your body Just right."
Qing Lang's palm was warmed by him in no time.
Then he went to touch the back of Qing Lang's hand and Qing Lang's cheek.
The moment Feng Ning pushed Qing Lang's clothes away and pressed her hot face against Qing Lang's chest, Qing Lang had worked hard for half a day, but instantly collapsed and completely ruined.
He was the one who insisted on pouring me that wine.
He insisted on posting it.
It was he who seduced me on purpose.
No matter what happened, it was all Fengning's fault.
When the last ray of reason completely collapsed, when Qing Lang rushed forward to kiss Feng Ning.
If you think so.
The memory ends at the moment when Qing Lang kissed her.
Feng Ning looked at the scorched and blackened Mangyi Snow Mountain in front of him, and his whole state was more bewildered than before remembering last night.
... No wonder his spiritual power is only [-]% of the usual.
It turned out that it was not only because he was tossed and disappeared by Qinglang, but also because he fell snow on Yanxiao Volcano and lit a fire on Mangyi Snow Mountain.
"……you're awake?"
A familiar voice suddenly came from the side.
Feng Ning turned her head and saw that it was Qing Lang.
There was still some fine snow on his shoulders, as if it had come from the bottom of the mountain.
"After I woke up, I found that you were suffering from a cold, so I went to get you some medicine." Qing Lang took out a medicine bottle from his arms and threw it to Fengning. He pursed his lips, seemingly reluctantly. , "...I don't care about you, it's just that you have a cold... I also have certain responsibilities."
He turned his head, his eyes fell on the snow, on the scorched mountains in the distance, and on the wooden house behind Fengning. Anyway, he didn't look into Fengning's eyes. He touched his ears and said, "...you Don't think...don't make me responsible for you, what happened yesterday was just an accident."
Feng Ning took the medicine bottle, hesitated for a while, and said, "Actually... I have something to tell you."
"You said."
"That..." Feng Ning scratched her head, not knowing where to start.
In the end, he took a deep breath and bowed to Qinglang: "I'm sorry!"
Qing Lang was stunned.
Feng Ning said with a little embarrassment: "I know that what I did before must have troubled you, but don't worry, this will never happen again in the future!"
Qing Lang was slightly taken aback, as if he still didn't understand what happened.
What happened last night came back to Feng Ning's mind, he gritted his teeth and continued: "Also, that... what happened last night, as you said, was an accident, and neither of us needs to be responsible for the other. Just pretend it never happened.”
Qing Lang repeated: "...Just pretend it never happened?"
"Yeah!" Feng Ning nodded, "Anyway, God knows all about this matter, as long as we don't talk about it, we can completely pretend it never happened! It's an accident in essence."
Qinglang raised his head to look at Fengning, frowned suddenly and said, "Are you angry? Angry at what I just said? Actually...Actually, I can also blame you..."
"No, no, no, I'm definitely not angry." Feng Ning hurriedly explained, "I even feel very sorry for you, because one of my mistakes has troubled you for so long, I'm really sorry!"
"Error?"
Feng Ning took a deep breath, ready to tell everything.
"Yes, mistake."
He looked at Qing Lang and explained word by word:
"Actually, I never liked you, it's just the wind and cold."