I have to be so angry that I jumped

Author: Ming Weiwei

I have to be so angry that I jumped

Shu Nong had fun for a whole day, listening to operas, boating, fishing and other series of fun things, and finally pulled Song Lin to the river to set up lanterns.

How she treated Song Lin six hundred years ago, she still looked like that now.

In general, she was still having a happy day, except for making Song Lin cry and listening to the opera.

Thinking of that scene, Shu Nong's face, smiling, suddenly collapsed, and she felt uncomfortable as if she had eaten a fly.

That scene actually played the love between her and Liu Xubai, which weakened the demons' invasion of the human world, and finished two or three sentences about the war between humans and demons and the causes and consequences of the sword sacrifice. In an hour and a half, there was actually one

Every time I talk about her and Liu Xubai's love affairs.

In the play, she and Liu Xubai are very affectionate. Even if they are blocked by thousands of people, they must run towards him unswervingly. They said that Liu Xubai does not want her to sacrifice her sword with her body, and said bluntly that in his heart, there are countless people in the world who are not as good as her.

One person said that after her death, he was completely disintegrated and almost destroyed the world. He dragged the human and demon worlds to bury her. Finally, because of her last words of saving the world, he gritted his teeth and picked up the immortal sword and killed the Demon Lord.

She even said that Song Lin had a deep love for her. She fought with Liu Xubai in Yuanzhou for three days and three nights. In the end, she cried and stopped her, and was sad to fulfill her and Liu Xubai. Since then, she has only guarded her in the dark.

Shu Nong suppressed his temperament and Song Lin both listened to the whole scene with an expression that was hard to describe. He felt that even if Liu Xubai came in person, he would be so angry that he would jump out of his feet.

Such a story...

This story and the people who listened to the play were one of the millions of people who almost wanted to be buried with her in the play. Some people could hear it and were moved.

This will have to be six hundred years later, six hundred years ago, or the hundred years when she died. If she acted in such a play, I am afraid that the stage would have been smashed to pieces.

Song Lin followed her for a day. Even though he knew she had something to hide, he had to admit that he relaxed because of this, as if he had returned to the years they had been in Fengyin City, Yuanzhou six hundred years ago.

Shu Nongyan took the initiative to cross the gap between them, what else can he have to worry about?

Let's hide it. Her resurrection from the dead is a great gift for them. What does it matter if there are some things they don't want to say?

When Shu Nong followed him back to the gate of Cangyuan Sword Sect, the moon was already hanging high in the night sky, and the mountain gate was silent, and only a few disciples guarding the gate were checking the identity certificates of the people entering and leaving.

Song Lin slightly lifted the jade pendant hanging on his waist symbolizing the young master of the Song family. The disciples were quite surprised. Their eyes slowly moved from his new clothes to his face, suppressing the surprise below.

, bow and give way.

They just looked up and saw half of their heads poking out from behind Young Master Song and walking in with Song Lin.

Shu Nong didn't need any identity proof. First, she didn't have that thing at all, and second, the story between her and Yan Chang'an was widely spread, and these disciples had seen her and recognized her face.

She walked behind Song Lin and greeted several disciples who were on duty late at night with a smile.

There were no disciples to stop her. They were just surprised that Song Lin took off his simple clothes and returned to the sect with her.

As we all know, Su Buxi was born very similar to Fairy Qihua, and Liu Xubai took Miss Mingyue up the mountain before, so they inevitably brought Song Lin and Su Buxi into such a situation.

Haven't you seen someone change their clothes?

I don’t know if I should sympathize with Young Master Song and think of others, or if Su Buxi and Yan Chang'an have lovers about to separate.

Shu Nong turned her head and happened to meet their curious gossipy eyes. Faced with their embarrassment dodging, she didn't care much. She just smiled lightly and looked away.

Anyway, the exam will end in two more days before the banquet, and at the banquet in the world, she no longer has to act under the name Su Buxi.

Unfortunately, she originally planned to act slowly with Yan Changan with the name Su Buxi, but she didn't expect that Liu Xubai would have an inner demon. She didn't even exert much force and asked the inner demon to entangle it with convenience.

But that's fine, she wants to see how Liu Xianjun, who is admired by the world, continues to hide the matter of the inner demon.

Shu Nong followed Song Lin, holding the half bag of leftover plums in his hand, and walked into the gate swayingly. He had just turned left and was about to go to the direction of Wensheng Hall, but Song Lin's steps suddenly stopped.

Shu Nong stopped urgently, then poked half of his body out from behind, and unexpectedly met a pair of eyes with faint anger.

Song Lin lowered his head and smiled, remembering Shu Nong's sword spirit's words, turned around and asked softly, "Do you need me to send you back?"

Shu Nong felt a sense of crisis inexplicably. Although he didn't know the reason, driven by his sixth sense, he immediately shook his head like a rattle: "No need, isn't this - is someone here to pick me up..."

The moon was shining, Yan Chang'an stood under the tree with his hands on his back, his clothes floating with the wind, he stood on a high place, the moonlight poured down, and he plated a layer of silver edges. If he hadn't looked ugly, it would have been a bit of a moon

The taste of the exiled immortal.

Shu Nong never expected that he would meet Yan Chang'an at this time and here.

Yan Chang'an withdrew his gaze, walked slowly, bowed to Song Lin: "Young Master Song."

Song Lin also returned the ceremony: "Young Master Yan."

He looked sideways at the moonlight, Shu Nong's face became more and more fair. She was a little guilty and pretended to be arrogant. Her eyes fell steadily on Yan Chang'an, asking Song Lin to remember the cat named Xiaohua.

He consciously stroked his fingertips.

He lowered his eyes and laughed: "Since Mr. Yan is here, I will go back to the guesthouse first."

The guest houses of Cangyuan Sword Sect are distributed in various peaks, but the guest houses of the Song family are far away from the Wensheng Hall. Song Lin now thinks that Liu Xubai is operating from it, but even so, he can't enter the house to ask his life late at night.

In the palace, I could only say goodbye to Shu Nong and Yan Chang'an one by one.

Shu Nong did not try to keep him, but just raised his head and thought for a while, saying, "See you in two days."

Song Lin was stunned for a moment, with a smile on his eyes, and his eyebrows softened. He didn't bother or ask her why he saw each other again in two days, and responded in a low voice: "Okay."

See you in two days.

This is really a long time ago, Song Lin thought.

Song Lin left, Shu Nong picked up two plums from the paper bag, then smiled and came to Yan Chang'an, and stuffed them into his mouth when he was not careful.

Who knew that Yan Chang'an did not open his mouth.

The plum with a strong sour smell touched his lips. Although Yan Changan did not avoid it, he also pursed his lips slightly, not allowing Shu Nong to succeed.

Shu Nong pressed it gently, but it failed to make Yan Chang'an open his mouth.

She frowned, and was in a state of irrational turmoil: "It's your saliva."

Her hand was slightly hard, and the cool fingertips touched Yan Changan's gentle and soft lips. Shu Nong herself didn't notice anything was wrong, but Yan Changan was shocked and her eyelashes trembled slightly. The feeling of being scratched by a claw came up again.

, unconsciously opened his mouth slightly.

Shu Nong seized the opportunity and quickly pushed Mei Zi into his lips.

The next moment, the sour smell poured in and spread from the tip of the tongue to the throat.

Yan Chang'an's forehead was leaping with blue veins, and there was no strange feeling.

Except acid.
Chapter completed!