Daoist, I am not fragrant!

Perhaps it was because of the numerous times of fainting and waking up in recent days, when Zhong Tang found himself in a haze again this time, he was not too surprised.

"Chesha, why did you fall asleep here, everyone went to Abanger's place!"

It belonged to a young girl, with a clear voice. Although the words spoken were not in Da Chong's language, it was surprising that Zhong Tang understood.

He opened his eyes, and found that he was half leaning against a tree, the afternoon sun passed through the golden leaves, shining on the vivid face of the alien girl in front of him.

She was holding a wine jar, and the gold beads on her wrist were dangling and shining.

Zhong Tang blinked, although he still didn't understand what happened, he followed her words and said, "Okay, I'll go now—"

Before he finished speaking, Zhong Tang was stunned, and saw that the old dress he had found out from the empty stone house and used as a camouflage had turned into a brand new vermilion at this moment, and the cuffs and hem of the skirt were covered with fine gold ornaments.

Reminiscent of what the girl called him just now, Zhong Tang soon realized that he was likely to come to the small town many years ago.

He doesn't really believe that there is anything in this world that can make time go back, so he guesses that he should have fallen into the illusion of that year.

Also because of the clothes he was wearing before, most of them made him replace the identity of the owner of the clothes in the illusion.

Looking down at his vermilion Xili dress, Zhong Tang quickly accepted the situation in front of him, anyway, he wouldn't wear it for too long, at most... At most, he would just be seen by his senior brother.

So he stood up with the trunk behind him, and followed the footsteps of the girl holding the wine jar.

It is different from the dark, lifeless streets and alleys in reality.

Everything in front of me is immersed in the warm autumn sun.People were jostling and clamoring, carrying jars of fine wine, and everywhere was filled with the fragrance of harvested grains, the intoxicating fragrance of wine, and cheerful laughter.

Zhong Tang closely followed the girl's footsteps, weaving through the crowd, but there were so many people, but after a moment's distraction, he dispersed.

However, Zhong Tang didn't really care too much, he just followed the direction he remembered and followed the crowds, and soon he came to the location of the "abandoned castle" in reality, but at this moment there was a intact stone tower.

Immaculate white stones were piled up into tall towers, and countless fine wines were placed on top of them, and at the end of those wine jars, at the highest point of the tower, stood a young man.

His brilliant golden eyes almost shone beyond the sun, and the wide white scarf on his body half covered his face, half fluttering in the wind.

Zhong Tang knew that it should be Abang Er.

Sure enough, everyone burst into cheers when they saw the young man.

In the midst of their cheers, Abanger raised a wine jar under his feet high, and threw it on the clean white stone steps of the tower.

The wine jar made of clay shattered instantly, and the rich aroma of the wine burst out. The clear wine flowed down the white stone steps, and people rushed to catch it with wine cups.

At the same time, Abang Er on the tower raised the wine jar again, and smashed it against the white stone steps, and more fine wine flowed down continuously.

Perhaps because of the influence of the surrounding atmosphere, Zhong Tang also took a wine cup, and the spicy wine flowed into his throat, but it made him even more confused, whether this is an illusion——

Among the slightly drunk crowd, singing suddenly sounded, and Zhong Tang had heard that foreign tune before, but there was no despair or mourning at this time.

The fine wine was still flowing along the stone steps, Zhong Tang's face became hot, and the people around started to drink the wine, while dancing around the tower with the singing, rough and simple dance steps.

Zhong Tang was also pulled into it by the people next to him: "Che Sha, you come too!"

Zhong Tang was taken aback for a moment, knowing that he had to adapt to his identity and continue on. Although he didn't understand the city's customs, fortunately, the dance steps were not complicated, and Zhong Tang quickly integrated into it.

The hem of the vermilion clothes swirls, like a crabapple in full bloom, and his originally bewitching face, soaked in drunkenness, is even more charming.

The sound of singing, the sound of cracking altars, laughter, and the sound of water are intertwined and noisy. Everything seems to have fallen into a dream of bliss in a foreign land.

A few more sips of sake fell into his throat, and Zhong Tang's steps became a little messy. He half-closed his eyes and wanted to dance with the people around him again, but he stepped on someone's hem on his feet, and he was about to fall down in an instant .

But at this moment, a strong and familiar hand supported his waist, and suddenly pulled Zhong Tang into his arms.

Zhong Tangxu was really a little drunk, and he pouted his lips, leaned into the man's arms, and laughed foolishly: "Brother, why did you come..."

Li Bizhi felt helpless, hugging Zhong Tang's body, frowned and said, "Drunk so soon."

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Bizhi felt his brows warm up, and it was Zhong Tang who grabbed his arm and kissed it on tiptoe.

The rich aroma of wine mixed with the charming fragrance of Tang made Li Bizhi lose his mind all of a sudden, but Zhong Tang rubbed his face and said: "Senior brother is frowning again, I don't want to see senior brother frowning."

Before Li Bizhi could react, he heard cheers from the crowd around him: "Look, it's Chesha and Nuruda!"

"I knew they would be together sooner or later..."

"What is Nuruda still doing in a daze, hurry up!"

Being called out by the people next to him, Zhong Tang's wine also sobered up a bit. He was about to step back from Li Bizhi's arms, but unexpectedly Li Bizhi's hand on his waist tightened again, and then The undisguised, deep kiss fell on his lips.

Zhong Tang became more and more drunk, he raised his head to respond to Li Bizhi's kiss, warm and lingering, like the sand in the desert, and like the intoxicating wine.

The people in the city cheered, and poured the wine flowing down the white stone steps on the two of them, soaking their clothes, and the words spoken in the language of the foreign race were full of words of blessing.

The long kiss finally came to an end, Zhong Tang leaned against Li Bizhi's body unsteadily, Li Bizhi gently lifted his wet hair from his face, but Zhong Tang smiled and went straight Rubbing in his arms...

As a priest, Abang Er still stood on the high tower, looked at the jubilant crowd below, stretched out his hand silently and tightened the white scarf on his face, blocking the already blurred vision, and then bent down again to hold it up. The wine jar at his feet was smashed down hard, and he chanted the sacrificial words that he hadn't remembered for many years with sobs in his mouth.

This kind of joy is going to pass after all. The twilight gradually diffused from the desert outside the city, and the crowd that had been bustling all day gradually dispersed. Abang watched everyone who had appeared in his life before After the people left, they slowly walked down from the tower.

At this moment, a young Taoist in a Taoist robe came up to him and said, "Hulsha, the city is really lively today."

Zhong Tang and Li Bizhi did not leave, they secretly hid on the other side of the tower, listening to their conversation.

"Yes..." Abanger tried his best to suppress the hatred in his heart, and said the same words to the young Taoist in front of him as before: "Today is a day to celebrate the harvest in the city, and with the arrival of several Taoist priests, everyone I'm happier than ever knowing I can get out of here."

Zhong Tang was already fully awake from the wine, thinking about Abanger's words, he realized that the current time point should be the time when the second batch of Taoists arrived after the Daoist Yuanchu left.

"Is that so..." The young Taoist's voice seemed to be a little lower, but he quickly said to Abanger: "Yes, you will be able to go out soon."

"Master sent me to tell you that tonight we will go into the basement to cast spells."

Tonight——Zhong Tang and Li Bizhi looked at each other silently, and when they heard the voices of the two people go further away, they quietly pretended to be people from the city who had not yet dispersed, and staggered after them .

"It's so fast... I'm so lucky for the priests." Abanger noticed Zhong Tang and Li Bizhi approaching, and turned his body slightly to block the Taoist's sight for them.

And the Taoist really didn't notice anything, just happened to be another drunk city man passing by, he smiled and greeted Abanger, but his hands and feet were a little disobedient, and he happened to fall on the Taoist while talking.

The Taoist stepped back hurriedly, and went to help the man again. It was in this chaos that Li Bizhi seized the opportunity to see his face.

It was expected, but with unspeakable surprise.

Zhong Tang sensed Li Bizhi's reaction, and waited for Abanger and the Taoist to walk away before tugging on Li Bizhi's sleeve, and asked in a low voice, "Brother, did you recognize who that is?"

Li Bizhi looked down at Zhong Tang, then nodded.

Even though what he saw several times was the old face of that person, Li Bizhi still recognized it from the outline between the brows and eyes.

That was Miao Zun when he was young.

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This time I took a cough, cough, popular name, called the sick beauty of the Republic of China

Don’t be scared away by the name, it’s still the old recipe, the taste of the duck soup remains the same~

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A local tyrant spoils his wife, a mad dog attacks a sick and weak beauty under the age of x

Recently, there was a romantic incident in Yunyang City. Qi Shensheng, the second young master of the Qi family, who was crazy and ruthless, bought an expensive small western-style mansion in the west of the city, and locked up a sick beauty.

Anyone who has seen this sick beauty said that although this beauty is not young, she is really beautiful. No wonder the crazy second young master is fascinated.

But everyone who has heard about this sick beauty said that there was a knife on Sezi's head, and the crazy second young master three years ago, but he had a big fall on this beauty-not to mention losing all his wealth and property, and was also killed by him. Blind one eye.

Now everyone understood, no wonder Qi Chensheng wanted to lock him up in the building, he was afraid that he would keep him tortured every day.

The beauty Wang Luan, who was being "tortured", was wrapped in a sable fur coat from Tsarist Russia, and held a small golden enamel stove in her hand. She coughed twice with an itchy throat, and someone put the soup in a white jade cup and sent it to him. lips.

Just as he was about to shake his head, he heard the man's sly laughter: "Brother, you should drink quickly, your health is not good, how can I be willing to ask you for debts at night?"

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1. HE, 1V1, under the year, reunite after a broken mirror, but not abuse

2. Overhead Republic of China, don't study the evidence

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