Go Through My Demon Host

   Chapter 4122 Extra: Bet on the Moon

When Mo Chen returned, Dye Bai was leaning on the couch lazily reading a book, his red clothes were like blood, reflecting the ice and snow outside the window, when she saw him coming back, she put down the book and pulled up his sleeve, nonchalantly: "Where have you been, sir? ?"

   "Speaked to them." He whispered.

   "Tell me." Ranbai snorted and smiled with thin lips half hooked, "I will listen."

   "Abai."

"Ok?"

   "Happy New Year." The husband pinched her face and said warmly, with clear and soft eyes.

   "Sir too."

   This year’s New Year’s Eve can finally be spent.

At night, it was snowing heavily outside and the night was cold. Everyone was sitting in the attic making dumplings, and the floor was covered with a fluffy blanket. Sitting directly did not feel cold, talking and laughing, making noises, and the voices spread. go far.

  Ranbai didn't say anything, just sat cross-legged next to the husband, with silver hair hanging lazily behind him, looking at him sideways, the peach blossom eyes were full of smiles, and the end of his eyes was romantic, but his eyes were focused on one person.

   Even if Mo Chen couldn't see it, he knew that she had been looking at him: "What's so beautiful?"

   "I can't see enough." Ranbai supported his chin.

Fengluo Yingli and the others next to    didn't even see it, their cadences and wobbles went on and on, laughter and laughter.

   "Don't make trouble, Mr. Ranbai." Ranbai glanced at them, and said something indifferently, not saying anything.

   "I know, I know, only His Highness can make trouble with Mr.". The phoenix's feathers were almost unable to hide, and his tail was quietly exposed.

   Dye Bai raised his eyebrows, but didn't refute it, waving his sleeves lazily: "What are you going to do?"

   "I'll pinch you a little fox." The gentleman was dressed in white with snow sleeves, his wrist bones were as cold as jade, with delicate curves, and his hands were extremely slender, with knuckles like bamboo, and he used flour to pinch a lively fox.

   Ranbai stretched out his fingertips and poked the little fox's stomach: "And then eat it in one bite."

   "All for you to eat."

   "Don't pinch it too nicely." Ranbai said.

"good."

Mr.    never asked her why, and all the results were unconditional connivance and promise.

   Ranbai gave a low laugh, leaned close to his ear and said, "Otherwise, I'm afraid I won't be able to bear to eat it."

  The lights are bright and the night is dark.

  Phoenix slumped aside: "We're going to eat dumplings together on New Year's Eve this year."

  The dumplings were already cooked, and I was greedy, so I secretly tasted one.

   Yixi tutted expressionlessly: "You deserve it."

   is also a cat demon, or it is mature and stable.

   It doesn't matter if she is dyed white, as long as Fengluo doesn't steal the dumplings that her husband made for her, she can still talk to Fengluo with Yan Yuese.

  Ming dug out the peach blossom wine from under the tree: "Do you drink it?"

   "Drink!!"

"drink!"

"I also want!"

Mr.    took two wine glasses and put them in front of him, and filled them with the dyed white. The crystal clear wine was against the snow knuckles, and said with a smile, "A Bai."

   He had a good voice, and his voice was low and husky, melting the snow for a whole season: "Drunk with Mr.?"

   "Okay, I won't stop getting drunk." Ranbai came down, took the wine from the husband's hand, touched a glass with him, looked up and drank it, and the strong drink didn't feel burning when poured into his throat.

  The wine poured into his throat, and turned to the empty cup. The gentleman has a gentle temperament, but it is not always obvious when drinking. He loves strong wine, loves drinking, and loves everything to be free and easy.

   "Come, come and drink together." Fengluo cried, "Host, sir."

   Everyone clinks glasses together, and the wine reflects the candlelight.

   is immortal.

   This glass of wine.

   Respect the future.

   May you be happy and have no worries.

   At the end, everyone was drunk, clinking glasses, and a pile of them fell, and the bell rang at twelve o'clock.

   It’s a new year again.

  Everyone is there.

   "Happy New Years, Your Highness!"

"Happy New Year."

   "Happy New Year."

   In just four words, what exactly is contained in them is indescribable and unforgettable.

   Dyeing Bai rarely said properly: "Happy New Year."

   Later, they were still arguing. Ranbai took Mr. out of the attic and sat on the steps of the courtyard, looking up at the sky.

  Snowflakes are finely broken, like a picture scroll, drifting away in the wind.

   "Mr. Jing." The amount of dyed white wine is not good, and I don't indulge in drinking very much on weekdays, but this time I was completely drunk, and I raised my wrist to clink glasses with Mo Chen, drinking neatly.

  The courtyard is not like the attic, the weather is cold and the snow is still falling, the gentleman puts the white outer clothes on the dyed white body, the white clothes and the red clothes set off each other, gentle and warm.

   He drank the wine and his voice was in the cold wind: "It's hard work, Bai."

   "It's not hard." Ranbai looked at him sideways and said something.

   Dye this person white, with restrained emotions, consistent rationality, and never say what he really cares about.

   Since the reunion that day, he also behaved calmly.

   She never asked where the husband was all these years, why he didn't see her, why he suddenly appeared.

   Even her husband wouldn't ask her how she spent the next few years.

   Does the answer matter?

   As long as each other is there.

   Everything is worth it.

   "Sir." Ranbai called out softly, and the ending sound was lazy and hoarse because of drinking.

   He hummed and responded to her.

"I'm so happy." She looked at him, pointed her finger at herself, and suddenly smiled, her peach blossom eyes were romantic, drunk and lingering, reflecting his eyebrows, a touch of snow, and her eyes could be straight for a moment. When he was clean, he pressed his fingertips against himself and said word by word, "I'm really, really happy."

In a word, Mo Chen's heart softened into a mess, and the mountains and rivers in his heart, the sun, the moon and the stars, all turned into one person in the end, he raised his finger, stroked His Highness's eyebrows, outlined her appearance, and said softly, "Mr. Very happy."

   That is Ah Bai.

   is Ah Bai.

   He doesn't know what human emotion is.

   But he knew that she was far more important than life and mountains and rivers.

  Dye Bai stared at him for a long time, in the sky and the snow-colored world, he finally drank the wine in the cup, and the strong wine slid down his throat, like a raging fire, a prairie fire, unstoppable.

   Even the blood is boiling and screaming.

   The repressed, extreme emotions that melted into her life and blood were surging, but her face remained calm, she had already learned rationality and restraint, and then, with a single blow, she was sure to hit her.

   She said it.

   This time.

   She must have him.

   Even losing your life.

   "Sir, let's make a bet, shall we?"

   "What are you betting on?"

   "The person who loses the bet must grant the other party a New Year's wish."

  Dyeing white slowly, peach blossom eyes are like a smile but not a smile, deep affection is intertwined, bottomless, people can easily see the emotions in it, like a deep sea, swallowing people.

   "Do you dare, sir?"

   "Why don't you dare?"

   "I bet half an hour later, the moon will appear." Ranbai casually glanced at the night sky and said.

   "Then I bet I won't show up." The gentleman's tone was calm, gentler than Broken Snow.

   Tomorrow will be later, good night

   (end of this chapter)