She took the sapphire wine bottle from her waist, turned her head to look at Bailian standing alone, and said, "Come and have a drink with me."
Balian shook his head and said, "I can't drink."
It’s not that I’m a bad drinker.
But the corpse demon cannot drink alcohol.
Yin Baishuang groaned, her eyes fell on the deer lying at his feet eating fruit, and said: "Then let him come and drink with me."
Bailian twitched the corner of his mouth and covered Xiaolu with his body, fearing that she would become overbearing and suddenly give Luer alcohol.
He smiled helplessly and said: "Girl, can't you drink alone? Judging from the price of your jade pot, the wine contained in it must be extremely extraordinary. It would be too wasteful for Luer to drink it."
Yin Baishuang said: "This pot is quite expensive, but the wine is very cheap. It is not a waste if you drink it or drink it. As for you asking me if I can drink it alone... I have been drinking wine alone for hundreds of years. Today, I just want to find someone to drink with me."
The girl held the rice bowl and bit her chopsticks, her eyes almost falling out of the bowl.
My dear, this beautiful sister has lived for hundreds of years!
Balian looked at her plain, watery gaze, and his heart softened as if looking at Shou, and then he said softly: "Okay, I'll drink with you."
Just as she walked over and was about to sit down, she suddenly stood up: "Drink somewhere else?"
Bailian lowered his head and glanced at the girl who was putting wild vegetables in her father's bowl. She hummed and didn't ask where to drink instead.
The two of them walked side by side, but in perfect agreement, towards the back of the hut.
Orion, who was eating vegetables, suddenly buried his head very low, and the dark shadow blurred his face and made it difficult to see clearly.
There is a clear well behind the hut, and a bright moon is clearly reflected in the clear well.
Under the dim moonlight, two figures, one black and one red, sat side by side by the well.
The jade pot was brought to her lips, she took a sip of the wine in the pot, looked up at the moon and suddenly sang softly:
"The orchid branch is worn by boys."
"Although I admire you, I don't know if you can."
"The appearance is smooth, and the belt is hanging down with fear."
"The orchid leaf is worn by a boy."
"Even if you wear a 韘, you can't wear it without me."
"The appearance is smooth, and the belt is hanging down with fear."
Her voice has a natural clear and ethereal feeling, it is clearly a happy love song for children, but underneath her slightly trembling voice, it is very sad.
Baili listened quietly and took the jade pot from her hand. She did not apply rouge, so there was no ambiguous red color on the mouth of the pot.
But between men and women, drinking a pot together is a very ambiguous act.
But neither of them noticed that the jade pot in Balian's hand was swaying lightly, and the dregs settled at the bottom of the pot slowly floated up like sand.
The aroma of wine floated into Bailian's nose, and the wine in the glass soon became turbid. As she said, this wine was not a precious wine.
It is unimaginable that a clean and ethereal person like her would drink such bad wine.
It is also served in such an expensive and incompatible jade pot.
I really don’t know what to say about her.
As the cold turbid wine entered his throat, Balian found that except for his strong taste for blood, he couldn't taste anything else.
Just drink it as water.
The jade pot is not big, so the two of them go back and forth and finish the turbid wine in the pot.
She suddenly took off the black jade pendant from her waist, placed one slender arm on the edge of the well to support her body, and held the jade pendant lightly in her other hand, holding it in front of her eyes.
The cold full moon reflected a white halo of light through the black jade.
As the light dispersed, the sacred beast Suzaku carved into the jade using an unknown technique seemed to come to life. The flames it breathed were like blood, flowing and jumping slowly.
"Does it look good?" she asked softly.
"Well, it looks good." Baili Jing looked at her profile quietly and replied.
At this time, she naturally did not ask me or Jade is more beautiful, such gentle words.
Her eyes fell on something and she suddenly said: "It smells so bad."
Balian nodded and said, "It stinks."
Although as a corpse demon, he does not have the normal sense of smell of humans, but he is extremely sensitive to the smell of blood and carrion of corpses.
He took out the Qiushui Sword from the Qiankun bag, looked at her and said, "I'm going to dig, do you want to go further?"
She shook her head and said, "Just dig your own. I'm used to the smell of corpses."
Bailian nodded, walked forward for a while, and then dug into the soft and obviously dug soil.
The Qiu Shui Sword was very sharp, and within a short time, a large pit with a diameter of two meters was dug.
The black and yellow land gradually becomes moist. The moisture does not come from the moisture in the earth, but from the sticky blood.
Keep digging.
The soil below has turned deep red.
Balian put down some strength in his hands and gently pushed away the soil with the tip of his sword. His eyes under the hood suddenly darkened.
Yin Baishuang didn't even look into the pit. She shook the empty wine bottle with only a little sediment left in her hand.
She said carelessly: "That little girl is so pitiful."
In the pit were two corpses with only half of their bodies left. One of them had a pale face, his eyes wide open as if he were dead, and one hand was stretched out like a ghost claw. He was so skinny.
And this person looked like none other than the owner of this thatched house, the hunter who coveted the dead man's property.
The other body was still half-buried in the unexcavated soil nearby.
The strong smell of blood now spreading in the air was far more than just two corpses.
Balian couldn't imagine how many corpses were buried under the feet where he stood.
Through the clothes on the half corpse, one can vaguely see that they belong to a certain immortal sect.
And when he took off his clothes, his original appearance was completely unrecognizable.
The whole body is as dry as tree bark, and the skin is deeply concave, close to the skull, and the approximate shape of the skull can even be seen.
The abdomen was dug open, and the internal organs were clean as if something had been taken out and eaten.
Baili looked at the sound quietly, then looked away calmly, walked to the well and got a bucket of water to wash away the dirt and blood on the Qiushui Sword.
Perhaps it was because his heart would no longer beat and the blood in his body had lost its temperature.
When Balian saw death and corpses, his heart was very calm, even dull.
Yin Baishuang glanced at the sword in his hand and recognized it: "How did Miss Li's sword from Lihe Sect get into your hands? Could it be that you, little corpse demon, were hungry and ate her too?"
Balian was startled, and then a faint blush appeared on her pale cheeks. Fortunately, she was not seen by the hood.
It was eaten, but in a different way.
