"Hey! Mrs. Yu, what are you doing?" Xie Qingyun looked at Bai Luo setting up a ladder and climbing up the roof, holding a pot of wine in his hand.

Bai Luo glared at Xie Qingyun, too lazy to pay attention to him. Xie Qingyun took the same personality as Xie Jinyan, which made people upset. I don’t know why his temperament became a master later? This is not the same as the Xie Qingyun that Bai Luo saw in Yuan Qinqi’s memory.

Since they entered Muyun Tiangong, Bai Luo and Yu Lei followed Xie Qingyun to live in Lingyun Peak's yard. Xie Qingyun had no bad intentions and was still stupid. Following him, he could just hide their identities.

As long as I stay here for two more days, and when I find Jiang Qinghan, I will have my own way to exchange her spirit beads for her.

Bai Luo suddenly stopped walking on the ladder. Although she had no memory, it was obvious that Jiang Qinghan had never seen him in the past fifty years. Yulei had never seen Jiang Qinghan at the beginning.

Bai Luo stood high and looked at the many courtyards on Lingyun Peak with red lanterns. Lingyun Peak rules that a lantern would light in the yard where guests checked in. Look at this, the people from Xuanyue Temple should be coming soon.

During the past few months, Yu Lei has been circulating spiritual energy for Bai Luo every night, but his own face has become paler day by day. The reason behind this is just like Bai Luo's use of the golden spiritual stream to suppress Zong Ye's cold disease will only be counterproductive. Even if Bai Luo has no spiritual pearls, he is a god who lives with heaven and earth. Every time Yu Lei passes in Bai Luo's spiritual power, he will be retaliated by his spiritual consciousness.

If this continues, even if Yu Lei exhausts his spiritual power, he will not be able to save Bai Luo. It will only allow Bai Luoduo to survive for a year or two.

Bai Luo was in this illusion, and could not find a way to solve it or tell the truth to Yu Lei. He could only pretend that he had no idea what was happening in the Nuwa Temple and let Yu Lei make trouble.

Bai Luo lost his spiritual power and could not solve it. He was not at ease in everything. Bai Luo used to know that he was the God of Martial Arts, and he was somewhat arrogant. Now Bai Luo gave up and simply let his own nature do whatever he wanted.

Xie Qingyun pulled his neck and looked at Bai Luo: "Madam Yu, be careful, why are you doing on that roof? The roof is windy."

Bai Luo held the wine pot angrily. The spiritual power on her body was useless. Now, if she wanted to go to the roof to drink a wine pot, someone was worried that she would fall down.

Haha, isn’t this underestimating her Bai Luo?

Bai Luo has lived for tens of thousands of years. Except for the past when Nuwa dared to pull out two thighs of hair on her head, who would dare to underestimate her Bai Lanzing?

Bai Luo was so arrogant that he stepped onto the last step of the ladder. Unexpectedly, with a crisp "click", the ladder actually dispersed!

The rope tied to the ladder broke and the bamboo pole fell down with crackling sounds. Bai Luo habitually twisted the word "wind" with his fingers - there was no wind at all!

Bai Luo was so angry that she was about to fall to the ground that she lost all her spiritual power. Suddenly, her waist tightened and gently lifted up.

Yu Lei hugged Bai Luo and placed her gently on the roof. Bai Luo didn't fall but became even more angry! It seemed that every day she was with Yu Lei, a white tiger that had to coexist with the heaven and earth turned into a sick cat!

Yu Lei looked at Bai Luo's grin and smiled softly: "Do you want to drink?"

Bai Luo reluctantly reached out his hand: "Give it."

Bai Luo was very suspicious that she had lost this memory because she was too embarrassing at this time! Since she had fallen to the point of beating her back for a pot of wine.

Bai Luo reached out his hand, but the pot of wine fell into her hands for a long time.

Bai Luo turned around and looked at Yu Lei in confusion. Yu Lei smiled slightly, Yu Bai's wrist was holding the wine pot and slanted slightly, and the wine flowed out of the thin mouthpiece. Bai Luo watched with a stunned look as the wine dripped on the top of the glazed tiles and then flowed under the eaves along the tiles.

Dare to touch my own wine! Yulei is probably the first one in the past ten thousand years!

A soldier can be killed but not humiliated! Even if he only has one hundredth of his spiritual power, he will fight against Yu Lei, a person who does not know his superiority!

Bai Luo suddenly stood up, regardless of whether the smooth tiles on the top of the glazed tiles under his feet were suddenly rushed towards Yu Lei. But the glazed tiles were soaked by the wine. Bai Luo's brocade boots slipped and his ankles sprained. Instead of pinching Yu Lei's neck, he staggered and rushed to Yu Lei.

Yu Lei: "..."

Bai Luo: "..."

At this time, Bai Luo felt that if this scene had really happened, then losing this memory would be his choice. After all, the dignified Martial God Lord, who had never kneeled in Lingxiao Palace, was half kneeling in front of Yu Lei. What was even more hateful is that Yu Lei was eight feet tall, and Bai Luo's kneeling height was just right, and the tip of his nose touched an indescribable position.

Yu Lei's face looked extremely ugly: "You just want to drink this wine?"

Bai Luo suddenly stood up and snatched the unfinished wine from Yu Lei's hand. Bai Luo's face was blushing violently, so she simply raised her head and slurped the remaining wine in the wine pot.

It's really hard to tell why Bai Luo blushed.

Bai Luo threw the wine pot on the glass roof. The white broken porcelain pieces were like splashing water on the clear glass tiles. Bai Luo raised her chin, and her blue pupils stared at Yu Lei, her mouth full of alcohol: "Who wants you to care?"

Bai Luo's eyes were originally fierce and fierce, but at this time the blue pupils were covered with mist, and the thin redness on his face made his eyes look particularly seductive.

Yu Lei subconsciously took a step back, and he said in a mute voice: "You can only drink half a pot." After that, he jumped down from the top of the glazed tiles and hid himself under the eaves.

Xie Qingyun quietly approached Yu Lei: "Young Master Yu, are you having a conflict with your wife?"

Yu Lei glanced at Xie Qingyun and saw several pots of wine on his hand: "What is this?"

Xie Qingyun smiled: "Didn't the wife's wine spill? I brought some more."

Yu Lei frowned and said, "My wife should not drink." Yu Lei thought for a while and took a pot of wine from Xie Qingyun's hand: "Enough."

Yulei turned his head and Xie Qingyun saw a thin red in Yulei's ears. Xie Qingyun was about to ask Yulei what was going on. He saw Yulei sitting down on the steps and put Jiuyou Xian Yue on his knees.

Xie Qingyun is the young master of Biquan Villa. What Mu Yun Tian Palace left for Xie Qingyun was a two-entry courtyard. Xie Qingyun gave the inner courtyard to Yu Lei and Bai Luo, and lived in the outer courtyard himself.

During these days, Yulei would play the piano for Bai Luo every night. From the time of playing the piano to the dawn of the next day, there was no one to disturb people. Xie Qingyun heard the sound of the piano and went to the outer courtyard with tactful thoughts.

Bai Luo lay on the top of the glazed tiles and exhaled a sip of wine. The scenery of Lingyun Peak of Muyuntian Palace was still as usual. The clouds floated gently under the roof of the glazed tiles, and the clouds were covered with a layer of pink and purple gauze.

Bai Luo smiled gently. The past she remembered was decades later. Fifty years, even Muyun Tiangong changed the world. For Kunlun, fifty years were only a flash of his fingers. Although it was still twelve hours in Kunlun, it seemed that because few major events happened, no pain, happiness, no sorrow and joy, no day and a hundred days were no different, so fifty years were particularly fast.

But in the human world, in the past fifty years, Xie Qingyun, who was still a young man, has passed away, and the four major families have also turned upside down.

Everyone in this human world yearns for ascension to ascend to Kunlun and become a free and carefree god. But without these worldly fireworks, where can we get free and carefree after suffering? It’s just a boring day after day.

In the past fifty years, it is not only Xie Qingyun, Xiao Wanjun, Yuan Baiying, and Yu Lei who plays the piano.

Bai Luo closed her eyes gently, but she couldn't remember anything about Yu Lei. When she closed her eyes, she saw Zong Ye walking into the half-in-the-holy building.

Zong Ye is a wisp of earth soul of Yulei. Zong Ye wants to change the timing and save all living beings in the demon world. Don’t Yulei want to?

Bai Luo listened to Yu Lei's piano sound and asked softly: "What are you going to do after finding Elder Xunyin?"

Yu Lei sat on the steps, with Jiuyou Xianyue on his knees. His black gauze robe was placed on the stone steps, and his jade-white fingertips gently brushed across Jiuyou Xianyue: "Healing you."

Bai Luo: "What's the matter?"

Yu Lei asked with a smile: "What do you want to do?"

Bai Luo held the broken porcelain pieces of the wine pot in one hand and put them on his half-curled knees and played with them: "You should know who I am."

Yu Lei's fingers that were stroking the piano paused slightly, and then he laughed: "Do you want to go back to Kunlun?"

Bai Luo was suddenly stunned, as if the heavy female voice in the Holy Building sounded in his ears: "If you really don't want anything, you can get out."

What she wants herself? She has not seen clearly after several months here.

Bai Luo was born as a god who guarded the three realms. In her life, she was a small stilt house in Kunlun Ruins. She had never calculated the gains and losses, nor seemed to have any desires. She seemed to have nothing to ask for except a good pot of wine.

But Bai Luo always feels that her heart is empty. What is she wanting? She seems...forgot?

Yu Lei's eyelashes drooped gently: "If you want to go back to Kunlun, I will send you back."

Bai Luo frowned slightly, not understanding why he was resistant to Yu Lei's words: "What about you? What do you want to do?"

Yu Lei smiled faintly: "It's good."

"That's it?" Bai Luo wondered: "What's the good thing about this?"

Yu Lei smiled and said nothing. The sound of nature at his fingertips floated gently above the clouds along the glazed tiles. In March, Lingyun Peak is full of peach blossoms. When the evening breeze blows, the peach blossom petals are gently rolled into the air. The peach blossom petals, stained with alcohol, fall on the white hair.

The faint fragrance of peach blossoms and wine lingered around Bai Luo's nose. The soft fur hood was very warm, which separated the coldness of the glass green tiles. The breeze blew from the roof, causing the furry fur to gently sweep on his face. Bai Luo lay on the cloak and listened to Qinyin's eyelids gradually became heavy, and he fell asleep in a short while.

Yu Lei's eyes looked at the strings of his fingertips for a moment, and it was not until the familiar breathing sound came from the outer courtyard that the sound of Jiuyou Xianyue's piano stopped gently.

Bai Luo always says that she is not good-looking, her blue eyes are always too cold and cruel. Whether it is a demon or a demon, too many killings make it impossible for her to be as gentle as Yan Tong or as innocent as Ji Junlan.

But Bai Luo never knew that she was actually very beautiful. Under the moonlight, Bai Luo's tall nose bridge was plated with a warm halo by the moonlight, and the long eyelid feathers were like soft feathers under the moonlight.

Yu Lei gently picked up Bai Luo. In the past, Bai Luo could fall asleep after playing a song by himself, but now he only needs three songs to fall asleep. The spiritual power is really getting worse day by day.

Yu Lei walked back to the bedroom with Bai Luo in his arms. He gently placed Bai Luo on the head of the bed, looked at Bai Luo for a long time before sitting up halfway.

He reached out and cut a hole on his wrist. Blood flowed into the bowl along his jade white wrist. Bai Luo only knew that it was Yulei's spiritual power that had resuscited her life. In fact, Yulei's red spiritual flow was always difficult to pour a little into it when he was resisted by his spiritual sense. That little bit of spiritual power could only make Bai Luo look less weak, and it was his blood that really saved Bai Luo's life.

The demons are immortal, and blood is originally a medicine.

But if he couldn't find a way to exchange for the Golden Spirit Pearl, his blood wouldn't be enough for Bai Luo to survive.

The demons are so funny. Although they are not dead, they are not really alive. The wounds on their bodies and the blood shed will always be more difficult to heal than ordinary people.

Yu Lei used a black cloth strip to wrap the condensed wounds around. He put the blood on Bai Luo's lips and fed them into Bai Luo's mouth bit by bit.

Yulei's throat was blocked, and he quickly put Bai Luo flattened and coughed with his mouth. The remaining half bowl of blood in his hand, Yulei's hand was swayed and some were spilled out. Yulei quickly put down the bowl, and couldn't find the rag, so he grabbed his black gauze sleeve and wiped the blood on the ground.

Jingtong erased the memory of Bai Luo Nuwa Temple. But the power of the golden spirit pearl should make Bai Luo remember that memory. How would he explain to Bai Luo that he and Shen Tu are two people? Where would Bai Luo still believe him?

What's more, what's the relationship between believing or not? Bai Luo is a god, and he has long been a demon. These days of curing Bai Luo's illness have been stolen.

Yu Lei cleaned the bloody bowl. He used the Red Spirit Flow to preserve the spiritual power for Bai Luo. Bai Luo might still be willing, but if Bai Luo knew that she was drinking her own blood to prosper, she would definitely be angry, right?

Yu Lei tucked a quilt for Bai Luo, and sat under the lamp holding a bamboo slip in his hand. The bamboo slip was a broken book. The demons did not have the leisure to read books, and many of the files were piled up in the ancestral hall of Weiming Palace. This book he found when he was cleaning the ancestral hall.

There are many ancient fragments in these books, and many fragments can't even be seen clearly. Only this book is too awkward and difficult to understand and is rolled aside and rarely opened, so it keeps the handwriting still well preserved.

This bamboo slip is only half a quintessential, with the four words "Carved Wood and Wire" written on it.

If you have never been able to do anything, go back to Bai Luo. Carving wood and silk is the last chance to save Bai Luo's life.

But if you use the technique of carving wood and tying silk, Bai Luo will be connected to him throughout his life. Will Bai Luo be willing?
Chapter completed!