He held a sapphire bottle in his hand, and kept pouring liquor into his mouth. The sapphire bottle was actually a magic weapon that could hold a whole river.

“Xiu Yao!”

The crisp, sweet sound of a copper bell sounded in my ears.

Ye Xiuyao’s pupils suddenly shrank, and then sneered again, laughing at herself: I never thought Yan Jun would dream.

Under the spur of alcohol, his head became more and more dull. This wine was the immortal wine he had deliberately obtained from the god world, otherwise he would not know how to spend this long time at this time of year.

Watching the distant red suit rush towards him a little, gradually zooming in, he shook his head, wondering if his drink had dropped again, even the hallucinations appeared.

“Xiu Yao!”

It was another crisp sound like a copper bell.

Ye Xiuyao froze, no, this is not a dream, but his Ninger really returned.

Fragrant body was in his arms. For a moment, he didn’t even know where to put his hands. In the end, he gently wrapped the thin waist.

“Ninger, will you finally forgive me? Will you come back to meet me?”

Arm gradually tightened, Ye Xiuyao greedily absorbed the body fragrance of the woman in his arms, yes, it is his familiar taste.

Looking at the enchanting woman in red clothes and red face, at this moment, he seemed to be back on that wedding night thousands of years ago.

That night, the first nine-day god fox of the six demon rides on the day of his wedding, pretending to be a ghost and mixed into Hades.

He spent nine cattle and two tigers to fight the two defeats before catching the Jiutian fox. Who knew that at the final moment of life and death, Jiutian fox tried his best to capture Jiang Yu as a hostage.

He didn’t hesitate too much, sulking Dantian, condensing mana, and fired towards Jiutian Shenhu, he was confident that he could rescue Jiang Yuning before knocking down Jiutian Shenhu.

Who knows, when Jiutian Shenhu launched the move, he directly threw Jiang Yuning out, leaving his body, and Yuan Shen fled away.

He was too late to recover the mana, and could only watch his attack imprinted on the red coat.

Thousands of years have passed, and he still remembers the tears of resentment before Jiang Yuning was dying, and he watched as she turned into a plume of smoke in his arms.

He is the Emperor, the master of the six reincarnations, but he has searched through the book of life and death and searched for nine days and ten places, but he cannot find the figure.

So this time of year, he would wait for her at the place where they held their wedding.

“Ninger, I promise you, I will never let you go again.”

The arms tightened and tightened until the person in his arms was out of breath and coughed.

Jiang Yu’s coughing face flushed, and her heart was sore. I never expected that the cold and ruthless Emperor would be so tender to the woman who looked exactly like her.

At this moment, she was even a little jealous of the woman who looked exactly like her.

Leaning against his large, sturdy chest, listening to his powerful heartbeat.

She raised her face, her warm lips covering those ice lips.

Ye Xiuyao’s erect posture suddenly shook, and the subconscious would push the softness in her arms.

“Want me!”

“Xiu Yao, want me!”

A shy voice came from Jiang Yuyan’s mouth.

Her slender arm was looped around Ye Xiuyao’s neck, and her lilac tongue circled around those ice lips.