Flying Thunder God of Douluo Continent

Chapter 138 Crossing the Milky Way at Night ([-])

The moonlight is like water, sprinkled on this world.

The constant chirping of insects made the Wuhun Hall, which was silent at night, more alive.

Feng Qiuzang quickly found Cao Bailu, and this guy really ran to the direction Taichu pointed.

As Cao Bailu's contract Gu worm, Taichu can easily sense Cao Bailu's position.

At this time, Cao Bailu was sitting on the top of a tall building, burning a pot of old rice wine, his face full of anticipation.

"Hey! What are you doing running away?" Feng Qiuzang landed on the roof, looked at Cao Bailu in front of him, and asked.

"What are you chasing after... What if you are caught by the teacher again? Is the curfew of the Wuhun Temple just a decoration for you?" Cao Bailu added a handful of firewood to the pile of firewood under the yellow wine pot, and said .

"You still have the nerve to talk about me?" Feng Qiu gave Cao Bailu a blank look, but Cao Bailu, who was focused on warming rice wine, was destined to be unable to see the charm of that look.

Feng Qiuzang walked towards Cao Bailu, held up his delicate skirt, and sat beside Cao Bailu: "Tell a story."

"Again?" Cao Bailu said dumbfounded, "Why do you like listening to stories so much? Are there any good stories for you as an adult?"

"I don't care, I'm your girlfriend, will you tell me or not?" Feng Qiuzang patted Cao Bailu's head angrily, "Fortunately, I'm not your real girlfriend, otherwise I'll be mad at you."

"Have you ever talked to your girlfriend like this? What do you mean by "Why do you like listening to stories so much"? Your words have exposed the fact that you also tell stories to other girls!" Feng Qiuzang snatched After Cao Bailu prepared the side dishes, he ate them on his own, "Why is it so delicious? What are you doing?"

"Fennel beans, you must eat when drinking rice wine. A great man named Kong Yiji once said that drinking alcohol is not suitable for fennel beans, and you will be born in a daze." Cao Bailu controlled the heat leisurely, explaining the previous question, "I'm sure I wouldn't talk to my real girlfriend like that, okay? Besides, even if I told someone a story, how do you prove that that person is a girl? There is a problem with your logic."

"Okay, anyway, I can't play tricks on you." Feng Qiuzang gave Cao Bailu another look, but unfortunately the young man still didn't see it, "Then are you going to tell me or not?"

"Speak," Cao Bailu said with a smile, "why don't you speak? It's rare to be happy."

"Happy?" Feng Qiuzang was rather curious, "What is there to be happy about?"

"Because drinking this pot of old rice wine at night is a very enjoyable thing." Cao Bailu may be a little hungry, and he also ate one or two fennel beans. "What do you want to hear today? Stories about strange things? Knowledge from miscellaneous families? Or something else?" what?"

"As for the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl you told me last time, I want to hear it again!" Feng Qiu hid his eyes and looked at Cao Bailu with great anticipation.

"Ah..." Cao Bailu looked at Feng Qiuzang speechlessly, "No, sister, what's wrong with you?"

"Last time, it was because you were so moved and yelled when you told this story that we were almost caught by the curfew teacher, and I didn't even eat the instant noodles that night. Forget the instant noodles, tonight's This pot of rice wine is very important! No, I won’t talk about it,” Cao Bailu complained, “Look at you, you’re almost eighteen, and you’re still acting like a little girl.”

Feng Qiuzang pursed her mouth unhappily, she looked at Cao Bailu angrily, and suddenly she was angry from the bottom of her heart, and the evil turned to her gallbladder.

She adjusted her emotions a bit, and after some deliberation, tears began to gather in her eyes!
The moonlight reflected on the ground, on the building, and also on the eyes of this girl whose appearance was not inferior to Li Qingran.

Cao Bailu's pupils shrank sharply.

"Aba..." Cao Bailu resumed his oral habit of facing emergencies, "Aba, aba..."

"Okay! Miss, don't cry! I'll tell! Can't I tell you!?" Cao Bailu stopped him dumbfounded.

When Feng Qiuzang saw that his goal had been achieved, he naturally broke into tears and laughed, and stopped haggling with Cao Bailu.

"Speak quickly!"

Because of Feng Qiuzang's intimidation, Cao Bailu had no choice but to start talking.

While watching the heat of the warm rice wine, he began to tell the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl.

The wind of late autumn in the Douluo Continent blows, blowing the dark clouds like veils, covering the moon praised by countless poets in ancient and modern times.

Feng Qiuzang supported his little head, shaking it rhythmically.

She is already fascinated by the story.

Cao Bailu recounted the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl in his unique accent. While telling the story, he watched the fire under the old yellow jug out of the corner of his eye.

After the story was told, the rice wine was warmed up.

Cao Bailu didn't care about Feng Qiuzang who was immersed in the story, he couldn't wait to fill a bowl of wine and began to enjoy it slowly.

The cool breeze in the middle of the night, together with fennel beans, are the best accompaniments to warm rice wine.

Feng Qiuzang just came back to her senses at this time, she wiped the tears that were not easily seen from the corners of her eyes, and said with some emotion: "Oh... what a beautiful love story..."

"Beautiful fart..." Cao Bailu drank the old rice wine, and complained from the side, "Tell me, what's so good about it?"

"Forget it, I won't make complaints about it, but the meeting at Magpie Bridge in the end is quite romantic. After all, they are a couple who like each other," Cao Bailu looked at the stars in the night sky of Douluo Continent because of the lack of pollution. ,"well..."

I don't know what this guy remembered.

Feng Qiuzang reached out his hand to serve rice wine for the night, but was gently patted away by Cao Bailu: "Drink it after thinking about it. My pot of old rice wine was brought out from Oscar's dream, and there are some tricks."

"Isn't it just wine?" Feng Qiuzang reached out to take the wine again angrily, this time Cao Bailu didn't stop him, "What's there to be afraid of?"

The two began to drink the boring wine one after another.

The stars are like a dream, entering the world and the world.

The countless starlight inlaid in the night is the eternal color of the world, and it is a poem worthy of praise in the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter.

And it is this stunning beauty that provided the material ideas for the ancestors to compile folk stories one after another.

Cao Bailu was a little drunk, but with the help of Bai Yujing's movements, he could easily stay awake.

But Feng Qiuzang was different. The girl was hiccupping, yelling about being a weaver girl, and saying that she wanted to go to heaven to see her cowherd.

"Why..." Feng Qiuzang blushed, almost irrationally yelling, "Why am I not Zhinu?"

"Hey... I told you not to drink so much of my wine, you'll get drunk easily," Cao Bailu said speechlessly, tugging at Feng Qiuzang's clothes, otherwise this girl would go to heaven.

Oh no, I jumped off a building.

"I don't care!" Feng Qiuzang struggled weakly, "I am Weaver Girl! I want to go to heaven! I want to meet my sweetheart on the Magpie Bridge!"

"Brother Qiu! Forget it, forget it," Cao Bailu tightened his hold on Feng Qiuzang, for fear that the girl would jump off the building while he was not paying attention.

"Forget it if you say it? Who do you think you are! My boyfriend?" Feng Qiuzang turned his head, pointed at Cao Bailu's nose with Jiu Jin and cursed, "I don't even look at your bear! So ugly! How dare you pester me to be my boyfriend! If I didn't see you as pitiful, I would have dumped you long ago!"

"Hey... You are too bad..." Cao Bailu said speechlessly, "Okay, okay, it's my fault, it's my fault, it's my fault, I shouldn't be yours Boyfriend, let's break up."

Unexpectedly, Cao Bailu's joke made Feng Qiuzang, who was shouting, quiet down for some reason.

This drunken beauty under the moon is blushing at this time, her misty eyes are full of unintentional charms, and I don't know how many young people's hearts will be pried.

But, tears welled up again.

This time, Feng Qiuzang really started to cry.

"I, I was just joking!"

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Let's not break up, shall we?"

Feng Qiuzang burst into tears and threw himself into Cao Bailu's arms. This girl was so short that even Cao Bailu could easily hold her in front of her.

However, Cao Bailu naturally didn't do this. Faced with the sudden situation, Cao Bailu's mind went blank.

This girl is really too drunk.

Feng Qiuzang continued to beg with her hoarse cry.

"Please, let's not break up, okay?"

"I was really joking just now!"

"Me! I'll never talk like that again, I was wrong, okay?"

"Me! I will be obedient in the future, and I will obey you in everything! Don't leave me too, okay?"

"OK?"

Looking at the girl who would choke on his own tears just by saying a few words, Cao Bailu felt mixed emotions.

"So," Cao Bailu recognized the facts helplessly, he gently moved Feng Qiuzang's hand off his body, keeping a distance of half a body away from Feng Qiuzang as little as possible, "I If you can't do something, don't complain about others..."

Uh, don't get me wrong, what I'm talking about here is the phrase "Why do you like listening to stories so much" that Feng Qiuzang complained about before.

Because there are too many sad stories in Feng Qiuzang's sentence "Don't leave me too".

So, Cao Bailu still didn't choose to complain, Cao Bailu just patted Feng Qiuzang's jade back tirelessly over and over again, trying to make the drunken girl feel better.

Feng Qiuzang was still crying, but the crying became smaller and smaller.

"really?"

"Don't leave me, okay?"

"I'll never play a little tantrum again,"

"I won't bother you at night again,"

"I'm never going to pester you with a story again,"

"You really won't leave me?"

"I will really be obedient in the future..."

Almost choked up and speechless.

Lifting his head, Feng Qiuzang, whose eyes were red, looked at Cao Bailu with a strong sense of alcohol and said.

Cao Bailu lifted Feng Qiuzang's messy hair and wrapped it around his ears.

"Well, I won't leave you,"

"There will be stories, too,"

"I'm willing to bother you if you come to bother me,"

"Don't be so humble like the protagonist in the romance novel of Three Thousand Chapters, please?" Cao Bailu could always break the atmosphere.

"Then we've agreed!" Feng Qiuzang jumped up happily, and the drunken girl changed from her heartbroken heart before, "Let's pull the hook!"

After all, he stretched out his finger.

"How old are you, and you still pull the hook..." Cao Bailu smiled and held out his finger, "If you hang yourself with the hook, it won't change for 100 years."

The two, under the moonlight, easily fulfilled what seemed to be an incredible promise.

Although, it is false.

Feng Qiuzang looked like a little girl who had received a gift, jumping happily.

Cao Bailu looked at Feng Qiuzang in front of him, and for some reason, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

[What a girl. . . 】

Thinking of Feng Qiuzang's tragic life experience, even Cao Bailu, who is indifferent to the world, feels a little distressed.

The dark clouds were blown away by the evening wind, and they turned to the horizon in all directions, and the bright moon hanging high in the night sky once again reflected the world.

Looking at the happy girl, Cao Bailu suddenly called out: "Feng Qiuzang!"

"What are you doing?" Feng Qiuzang turned around, a little dazed.

Even if she is not sober, she understands very well that Cao Bailu seldom initiates conversations with her.

"Don't you want to be a Weaver Girl? Do you want to see Tianhe?"

Cao Bailu smiled and patted the scabbard.

The deer demon sword, mixed with Bai Yujing's sword energy that had just taken shape, was unsheathed in an instant, and was suspended in mid-air.

"Come here for a moment,"

After saying that, Cao Bailu stood on top of the Deer Demon Sword.

"coming,"

Feng Qiuzang came over and asked with some puzzlement: "What are you doing?"

Incidentally, there was a playful belch.

"Stand up," Cao Bailu stretched out his hand towards Feng Qiuzang, and pulled Feng Qiuzang onto the flying sword.

Before Feng Qiuzang could react, the deer demon had already rushed into the sky!

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

Feng Qiuzang was obviously not mentally prepared, and was stunned by the sudden change.

But, she quickly got used to it.

The cold air slapped the cheeks of the two, like a scraper mixed with the late autumn wind, although it was biting, it was also refreshing.

The two flew to the sky.

Feng Qiuzang, who was used to it, looked around very curiously. She held Cao Bailu's clothes tightly in fear, but because she was drunk, she said excitedly: "Wow! It's so beautiful! It's so beautiful!"

"Look! The stars! They are bigger than what you see on the ground!"

"Wow! It's really beautiful!"

Cao Bailu smiled and looked at the incoherent Feng Qiuzang, how could the stars become bigger just because they flew a few hundred meters more?It was simply that the girl was carried away by novelty.

"Did you see it?" Cao Bailu pointed at the star curtain in front of him, "That's Tianhe."

In front of you is the Milky Way across the night, the stars that will eventually circle the world, and the inexhaustible feeling of falling flowers in the water.

It is the splendor of stars that poets have always praised, the past and present life that lovers feel, and the iron horse and glacier that soldiers look up to.

It is eternity, it is mysterious, and it is a miracle of the co-prosperity of the world.

Feng Qiuzang was obsessed.

Perhaps, this drunken girl really thought that she had transformed into a Weaver Girl and saw the Milky Way.

Cao Bailu looked at Feng Qiuzang, and waved his hand in front of her.

"Don't look, look down,"

"That's the real Tianhe,"

Feng Qiuzang was a little confused.

Isn't the stunning beauty in front of you Tianhe?

But she complied, looking down.

And after seeing it, he couldn't take his eyes away.

If the moon in the sky is like water and the stars are like a dream, it is Tianhe.

Then, the world under your feet, where red lights bloom one by one in the dark night, is also Tianhe.

Over the years, countless newly promoted sword cultivators, when flying with their swords for the first time, were not surprised by the magnificent scenery in the sky.

But at night, the mountains and rivers under the flying sword are thousands of miles away, and the country is eight thousand.

It is a city that never sleeps under the night, full of lights.

Rather, the floating world in this world is like a dream, and sparks are like a river.

The countless smoke and lights gathered in the dark night constituted the real Milky Way.

　Just one update today, 4200+, more words than the previous three updates.

　　In fact, I have thought about splitting this chapter into two chapters, but after thinking about it, let’s forget it. Let’s see that one chapter is like one chapter.

　　Now I have a few regular readers, and I really don’t want to do data collection in multiple chapters. I’m tired, and readers don’t enjoy reading it. I don’t think it’s ok.

　　Well, in fact, the main reason is that you will not enjoy reading it, and it is the most enjoyable to scan data.

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　　Thank you for your support all the way, and thank you all who have given me suggestions along the way, whether it is good or bad, I have basically responded.

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　　Thank you again for your support and company.

　　I repeat, there are a lot of things going on recently. I have been busy graduating, collecting files, working part-time, and other miscellaneous things. The time for writing novels is squeezed out.

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