(Also known as "When people are in the world of cultivating immortals, they fall off their horses and save the world")
"The flowers are similar every year, but the people are different every year."
Watch the snow in the cold pavilion, warm wine and make tea.
This is a first acquaintance and a reunion.
Hongyi Chenge raised his glass: "As the saying goes, I advise you to drink another glass of wine! Yunyun, have another glass!"
The woman in green just lowered her eyebrows and remained silent, never raising her eyes.
"Xiao Zuo Xiao You, hold her!" Zuo Bai in black quickly took control of the field.
Leng Wanhua gently tapped his whip and said with a smile, "Xiao Ge'er is well-educated."
"Am I late?"
A snow-blue moon comes walking through the snow.
"It's not too late," Yue Binghan smiled, "Brother, welcome home."
The fire was burning, and the air was filled with the breath of joy.
This is the leisure of the last cup of tea.
"Shh... Guixu, we're about to wake up."
But this time, it may not be fate for the one who takes the lead.
