After I was reborn, I became the beautiful, strong and miserable master of the male protagonist

Nothing lasts forever.

When Jiang Yufeng saw Zhong Yaoye getting up drunk, he held his wine glass and laughed lowly. He said lightly, "Junior Sister, you can't drink anymore."

"Who said I can't drink anymore?!" Zhong Yaoye couldn't hear anyone saying that she couldn't drink anymore, so she sat back immediately, "I can still..."

"Master can't drink anymore." Zhong Huaixu nodded affirmatively to Jiang Yufeng gently, then stepped forward to cover Zhong Yaoye's mouth, and helped her up again.

Zhong Yaoye: "..."

Jiang Yufeng watched the people around him slowly disperse, and finally put down the wine glass in his hand.

He still remembered the last night banquet, when he came alone and left alone, he was worried that Song Bihui might solve him without anyone noticing if he didn't pay attention.

But now that person propped his chin and closed his eyes, taking a nap beside him unsuspectingly, suddenly, everything seemed to have changed.

"I originally wanted to invite the master and the immortals to come to our Yuzong as guests in a few days." Yu Xiao hiccupped and said with a smile, "In the end, I asked girl Huai Xu, and that girl said that there will be a festival in Zeshan in a few days. The dream is gone, and I can't get away."

Qiao He nodded, "The Dreamland will start every year before Lidong."

"I heard that this was ordered by Immortal Master Huai Ling?" Yu Xiao seemed very interested in this dream trip.

"It is the immortal consciousness left by the immortal master before his ascension, which is used to train the minds of outstanding disciples." Qiao He said warmly, "The immortal master feels that cultivation itself is a process of conquering one's own demons, so let the disciples do whatever they want, otherwise You can’t pass the last hurdle of dream walking.”

"Speaking of which, I remembered, it wasn't because of this incident that Immortal Lord Tianheng bombed the Mengxing Pagoda earlier." Yu Xiao smiled immediately, and even the few colorful feathers on his head shook excitedly.

Qiaohe couldn't help laughing when he saw it.

That dream trip was also one of the important reasons why Song Bihui was truly known to the world and was awarded the title of "Xianjun".

At that time, Zhong Yaoye was also on the verge of collapse.

During the dream walk, ghosts will appear in large numbers in the middle of the night. This time is the time for everyone to find a safe place to sleep.

But at this time, the dream realm suddenly began to vibrate. She woke up from her sleepy sleep, only to find that someone was bombarding the entire spirit realm with spiritual power in the middle of the night.

The child seemed to have not slept for several days and nights. When others were still fishing in the tower, he had already reached the top of the tower.

But the last layer still couldn't be broken, and immediately thought of such a simple and rude method.

It is indeed Song Bihui's style.

That dream trip ended early, and it was also for this reason.

Thinking about it now, Qiao He also felt dumbfounded.

He really deserved to be the one who came here with bare feet and wanted to take him away.

It's all fate.

"You're drunk, aren't you?" Jiang Yufeng looked closely at Song Bihui, saw his slender eyelashes move slightly, and then opened his eyes.

Those eyes are clearer than before, it seems that Song Bihui's drinking capacity is really good, but after such a short rest, he is almost sober.

"Yeah." He opened his mouth softly and asked, "Shall we go now?"

Jiang Yufeng smiled and nodded.

The moonlight is already silent outside the hall.

Today's Night Breeze is bleak and desolate. At this moment, Jiang Yufeng looks at the distant stars all over the sky, and feels that they all seem to fall into the eyes of the people around him.

The language of the sky has become silent, only the whirling shadows of dead trees swaying between the wooden corridors, so eternally quiet.

The wine seemed to be slowly eating away at his thoughts, but time seemed to have stopped by their side in this eternity.

"Master." He heard Song Bihui calling him in a low voice, but he didn't know how to respond, so he just looked at the person in front of him blankly.

The warm body of the man seemed to cut off all the quiet cold wind and rustling noises outside the corridor, and embraced him in his arms.

Song Bihui's palm seemed to be wider than his. The thin sword cocoon ran across his palm. When his fingers intertwined, he felt the cool and soft touch gently fall on his forehead.

The stars and the moon are silent.He trapped Moonlight in his arms.