"Mom, I'm thirsty." She said coquettishly.

"You can speak." Ao Bing said in surprise.

Zheng Ling said: "Why do you want to pour Taishi's energy into Nuonuo?"

"I am the uncle, I have no gifts to give, this one is the only one." Gong Chun said softly, "Crystal Dragon, talented, in the future..."

He didn't say anything further, but just brought the wine and drank it himself.

When Nuonuo saw him drinking, he reached out to get the wine glass of Pinling and wanted to drink it.

Ao Bing quickly stopped him and said softly: "Guo Nuo Nuo, I can't drink this."

She reached out to sweep across the river, and water droplets jumped up from the river and fell into the empty cup in front of Ao Bing.

She raised her glass and wanted to feed her to Nuonuo, but she didn't want to open her mouth and stared at Gong Chun's wine glass.

"Give it, drink this glass of uncle." Gong Chun handed her his glass of wine.

"Brother, she is still young." Ao Bing said hurriedly.

Gong Chun smiled and said, "It's okay, drink it."

Nuonuo took the wine glass, held the wine glass with both hands, and drank it all in one go.

Ao Bing took the empty cup and a strange fragrance came to his nose.

Zheng Ling said: "This is the pulp made from my snow crystal fruit, not wine."

Nuonuo pounced on Zhiling's arms and said coquettishly: "Dad wants it even."

"You still have it?" Ao Bing asked.

Zi Ling took out a small purple gourd from her cuffs and touched a wine glass high.

Xin'er said: "Cousin, you're too tight, how many drops can you put on?"

"You can't finish drinking it in a year." Zheng Ling put a few wine glasses on her, poured out the pulp from the small gourd, and poured four cups in a row.

You can pour a cup of glutinous and drink a cup without leaving any left.

Ao Bing smiled and said, "Nuo Nuo, you should save some for your aunts."

"Okay." She snatched the little gourd of the pillow spirit and poured three more cups on her own. Then she gently pushed the cup to Ao Xin, one cup to Xiner, and one cup to Ao Bing.

"What about glutinous?" Ao Bing asked with a smile.

Without answering, she picked up the small gourd and poured it into her mouth.

"Hahaha..." Xin'er smiled, "What a smart girl."

"Guo Nuan." Zheng Ling quickly took down the small gourd and put it in front of her and said, "You can't drink too much. Although it's fruit brew, you will still get drunk."

She looked aggrieved, reached out her little hand, picked up the gourd, and put it in the small pocket on her chest.

"Bingbing, you have to look at her, don't let her drink too much." Zheng Ling looked at her blushing daughter and said helplessly.

Ao Bing picked her up and let her lie in her arms. Perhaps she had drunk too much and fell asleep.

Ao Bing gently took out the small gourd from her little pocket, looked at it, and then it turned into nothing in her palm.

"I keep it, Nuonuo likes it. I can let her drink a little more often in the future." Ao Bing smiled.

"Brother, I'll give you a cup." Ao Xin suddenly said, tears in her blue eyes, but she couldn't bear it.

Before Gong Chun could respond, she drank it all in one go, serving wine, but drinking snow crystal fruit wine.

She understood that her wine had been replaced by Gong Chun.

But she still felt drowsy. After putting down the cup, she fell into Gong Chun's arms instantly.

"Sleep, sleep, go to the dream to find your own answer." He stroked her show gently, as if he had once coaxed her young to fall asleep.

"Why is she so drunk?" Xin'er asked.

Zheng Ling said: "This snow crystal fruit brew is also called sad tears. People who are sad can fall into dreams after drinking it. They fall into memories over and over again in the dream. If they cannot get out of the dream, they will never wake up."

"That second sister..." Ao Bing said in surprise, "Will she not wake up? Brother."

Gong Chun smiled without saying a word, just shook his head.

Zheng Ling said: "Ao Bing is trapped in a love disaster. If she can't let go of herself and live like a walking corpse, what's the point? If she can get out of her dream, her cultivation will be further improved."

"The love disaster will eventually pass. If it cannot be passed, the pain will always be entangled with her." Gong Chun said, "Ao Bing, don't you understand?"

Ao Bing glanced at Zheng Ling, smiled and said, "Yes, it's all torment."

"The disaster has already begun, no one can avoid it." Gong Chun said, "You take her back to the Ice Sea, she will wake up."

"Yes, brother." Ao Bing said, "that glutinous rice dumpling drinks so much, she?"

Zheng Ling smiled and said, "At a young age, how can you be sad? You will wake up after the energy is over."

"Suddenly I want to drink one too." She picked up the cup that Nuonuo poured for her, hesitated for a long time, but didn't drink it.

"Drink." Zheng Ling smiled, "It's useless to you."

"Why?" Ao Bing asked.

"Do you know who made this fruit brew?" asked Zheng Ling.

"Aren't you?" Ao Bing asked.

"Of course not, it was brewed by your brother, I took it from the Demon God Hall." said Zheng Ling, "Only the fruit brew with medicine can make people get started."

"Then I..." Ao Bing asked.

"It's just a fruit brew." said Zheng Ling, "Drinking it will beautify your skin and prolong your life."

Ao Bing drank it all in one sip, and a refreshing fragrance suddenly came to his nose, and a sweet gust penetrated into his throat.

And she also turned into a white light, and left with Ao Xin with Nuo Nuo.

Zheng Ling didn't seem to see it, and she still took a self-tapping self-tapping. Seeing this, Xin'er said softly: "Two brothers, I'm back home."

"Yes." Gong Chun nodded and watched her leave.

The hand of the pillow gently brushed the bamboo chopsticks on the table, and the colorful lights rose, but the bamboo chopsticks turned into a crystal clear flute.

He looked at the bright starry sky, tears flowed everywhere, and the sound of the flute came, and the Buddha light enveloped his whole body.

After drinking the last glass of wine, Gong Chun merged into the darkness and slowly faded away until it disappeared.

The sound of the flute spreads all over the fields, and the singing nightingale and insects fell into silence.

The Buddha's light shines on the earth, and the body of the pillow's spirit is emitting dazzling golden light.

All living beings and things are now a peaceful image.

"He is back." Bai Xiaomei floated out of the jade pendant and said excitedly.

At this moment, Gong Xue accompanied Lan Ying to listen to the sound of the flute tonight. The sound of the flute filled his heart with peace.

Peaceful, yet so attractive.

Seeing Bai Xiaomei running out so excitedly, Gong Xue hurriedly asked, "Who is back?"

"Ao Wen." Bai Xiaomei said, "This requiem is used to save the dead souls, and only he can blow it out."

"Cousin." Gong Xue said excitedly, "Mom, my cousin is back."

Lan Ying was also a little happy and asked quickly: "I felt soothed by this requiem. It was really hard to resist. Why do you think it must be his blow to it?"

Bai Xiaomei said: "I have listened to it for hundreds of years. Whenever it comes to Ghost Festival, he will blow the souls to dissolve their anger, so that they can be reincarnated and become human beings again."

"He actually has such merits." Lan Ying said, "It's really a blessing from the Bodhisattva."

Gong Xue said: "Where is he? I want to go and see it."

Bai Xiaomei said: "Don't bother me, I can't get close, otherwise I will be hurt by his golden light."

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!