Leng Yuyuan looked at Bai Xiaoxi's eyes and felt warm in his heart. He was originally holding Bai Xiaoxi's hand and used a little force to bring her into his arms.

Bai Xiaoxi obediently snuggled in his arms, and the corners of her lips raised unconsciously, both shy and sweet.

Hugging Bai Xiaoxi, Leng Yuyuan felt infinite tenderness in his heart. He said hoarsely: "Xiaoxi, you treat me so well!"

He really hoped that time would stop, but he did not want time to stop. He wanted to go back quickly and invite his father to the Fuyuan General's Mansion to propose marriage and marry Bai Xiaoxi as soon as possible.

Only after marrying her can the two of them stay together in a true and justified manner.

As for Yan Qingrui, well, as for her excellent suitors, they believe that Qingrui knows what she wants, and Qingrui will be happy.

After watching Leng Yuyuan and Bai Xiaoxi walk away, Yan Qingrui and Beimen Qingyue changed their leisure and leisure just now and began to discuss their next plans.

Yan Qingrui held a branch in his hand and drew a figure on the open space in the temple. Then, five people said something around the figure, and Yan Qingrui added and reduced it from time to time.

The night was already shrouded, and Qing Yue from Beimen took out a night pearl from her arms. In the bright light of the night pearl, they continued to discuss.

It was not until an hour later that Yan Qingrui waved her sleeves, and a strong wind appeared from the bottom of her sleeves, blowing the figures on the ground without any trace.

Qingyue and the other four from Beimen said goodbye to Yan Qingrui, and their figures blended into the night with a graceful look.

With Qing Yue from Beimen leaving, Ye Mingzhu naturally took it away, and the dilapidated temple seemed a little dark.

Yan Qingrui did not leave, but she stood in the empty and broken temple, not knowing what she was waiting for.

In the faint light and shadow of the waning moon, the City God broke into the temple. A young man in white stood tall and stood tall. A silver mask covered most of his face, but it could not hide the cold and calm temperament of "his" at all.

After another half an hour, a sound of kicking came from the temple gate, and the temple gate was kicked open ungently from outside.

Yan Qingrui slowly turned around.

Suddenly, a shrill scream: "Ghost..." Then there was a harsh sound of scratching the door, as if the man was about to stand up and flee, but I don't know if it was because of nervousness or some other reason, no matter how hard I scratched the door, I couldn't stop it, leaving only a harsh sound.

Yan Qingrui: "..."

She rolled her eyes and snorted coldly: "Are you sure the ghost is me, not you?"

The sound of scratching the door stopped abruptly, and a dark, round, shining thing appeared.

Yan Qingrui said that it was speechless. The thing was nothing else, it was a wine jar.

A special wine jar that is drunk by the immortals.

Judging from the way it stretched over, the wine in the wine jar must have been empty, but the fragrance of the wine has not yet dissipated.

Yan Qingrui said speechlessly: "Pretending to be a ghost!"

A voice outside the door angrily said, "You are a ghost, your whole family is a ghost! Wearing white clothes and silver masks in the middle of the night, do you think you are the City God?"

With this angry voice, a light-catching head appeared after the wine jar. Then, a monk wearing a white monk's robe walked in. Even under such ignorant moonlight, he was quite arrogant.

Yan Qingrui: "..."

It seems that she is wearing white clothes.

Guangke Jianren's bald head, unchanged white monk's robe, and holding a wine pot. This is no one else. Who else is except the bald Xuyun donkey who doesn't look like a monk but also pretends to be a monk?
Chapter completed!