The white snow on the ground floated into the air like fireflies, and he clapped his hands gently. These lights were as bright as stars in the night.

Feng Yueyu looked at the bonfire and said nothing, just drinking one cup after another.

She raised her head to look up, and happened to see a smile on Si Xueyi's lips, and a sharp edge between his eyebrows, showing his youthful spirit.

It is hard to imagine that Si Xueyi, who is usually flamboyant and arrogant, would have such a melodious and pleasant voice.

The artistic conception contained in the singing has become more and more profound, as if the sound of swords is roaring in the sky and the earth, giving people a strong sense of oppression.

Fu Hongyao became very excited and played the flute loudly. The momentum arose and his clothes shook.

Si Xueyi shook her wine glass and continued singing, "The wind is soaring for ninety thousand miles, and a sword is dancing to reflect the vast sky."

He sang this line twice, the smile on his face became stronger and his mood became more and more high.

There seemed to be boundless energy and sharpness blooming in Si Xueyi's body.

The singing stopped, leaving only the sound of the flute and Duanmuxi's dancing posture. Both the sound of the flute and the dancing posture became faster and faster.

When the flute's note reached a pitch that could not be higher, Si Xueyi let out a long whistle and sang loudly, "The first toast comes when the time comes, and I sing and laugh at the spring breeze when I'm drunk."

"The second cup is for me. In this world, the chirping of birds has nothing to do with me."

"The third cup of toast will make you immortal. If you drink ice for ten years, your blood will be hard to cool down."

"After drinking the fourth cup, I threw it down and laughed, letting these monsters come and fight."

"He walks away with his sword, but he remains alone like the moon."

"He rises against the wind; he sails on the sea of ​​blood."

"The lightning flashed, illuminating the lonely city, and his smile solidified into eternity."

"Outside the city tower, the wind and sand are not stopping, and there is a sword in the box, whose name is pronounced Shaobai."

When Shaobai finished speaking, a sword actually appeared behind Si Xueyi. The sword flashed and a strong wind blew.

Rumble!

Feng Yueyu was caught off guard, her cheeks trembled slightly due to the wind, her long hair fluttering in the wind, and she saw that the bonfire was about to be blown out.

The sharp edge between her eyebrows surged, a king's power bloomed, and the electric light flashed, suppressing the strong wind caused by the sword light.

The two looked at each other, and under the light of the bonfire, they each had their own strengths and weaknesses. Si Xueyi's handsome face flashed brightly and darkly under the firelight, and he continued to sing with pride in his heart.

"The first toast comes at a time when I am drunk and singing and laughing in the spring breeze."

"The second cup is for me. In this world, the chirping of birds has nothing to do with me."

"The third cup of toast will make you immortal. If you drink ice for ten years, your blood will be hard to cool down."

"After drinking the fourth cup, throw the cup down and laugh, letting these monsters and monsters fight to their heart's content."

"The fifth cup is full of frost on the ground, and the clouds are breaking through the moon, and the flowers are making shadows."

"The sixth cup is dedicated to life and death, and the fight will not end until the blood is exhausted!"

…

The sound of the flute, the singing, and the dancing stopped abruptly, because everyone knows that although this song is called The Seventh Cup of Wine, the Seventh Cup of Wine has never appeared.

"Hahahahaha!"

After singing this song, all the depression was gone. Everyone looked at each other and laughed, and Feng Yueyu also had a smile on his frosty face.

"drink!"
Chapter completed!