Invincible BOSS System

In the spirit of taking advantage of the victory, Chen Xinglie did not wait for Li Rufeng to speak, and started telling the story of himself and the other three women. In this life, the princess Shi Feiyu of the barbarian tribe in northern Xinjiang was shocked. A strange woman inherited from the witch.

Another disciple of Tushan School, Zhao Yumeng, is the proud girl of heaven who has practiced Phoenix Nirvana Sutra.

The last one is Chen A Chou, a little loli with two dragon horns on her head.

Chen Xinglie recalled his story with the third daughter, while telling Li Rufeng about his love and enmity with the third daughter. Of course, there is no lack of some plots of Chen Xinglie's calmness and jealousy.

Just talking, Chen Xinglie gradually fell into the memory, and forgot his own purpose. Through the story line he added, Li Rufeng should completely accept the matter of the three daughters.

There was a smile of nostalgia and happiness on his face, even in the dark night, he looked radiant, and Li Rufeng's heart jumped when he saw it.

There was a hint of dissatisfaction in my heart for thousands of times, but looking at the happy smile on the man's face in front of me, he finally took the initiative to accept the fact that he still had four sisters.

Chen Xinglie talked about it for a long time. Looking at the sky, the full moon had already risen to the top of his head, and it was midnight.

Carefully glanced at Li Rufeng, wanting to see a clue from her face.

However, Li Rufeng was still so plain that people couldn't see her expression or guess her thoughts.

Li Rufeng looked at Chen Xinglie and said, "Well, go to bed early, it's getting late."

"Okay, tonight..."

"You sleep by yourself!"

Chen Xinglie's excited words were interrupted by Li Rufeng.

While speaking, Li Rufeng had already got up and walked towards another room in the courtyard. Chen Xinglie could only sigh silently when he saw this.

Looking at Li Rufeng's enchanting and graceful back, I felt a little more disappointed.

He didn't return to his room immediately, watching Li Rufeng enter the side room, Chen Xinglie only then retracted his gaze, sitting alone in the courtyard, looking up at the full moon in the sky from time to time.

"How are you doing..."

He can't remember how many times this is the full moon of the Heart Demon Realm, but it seems that he has been in the Heart Demon Realm for a while. Only then did he talk about the three daughters of Shi Feiyu, which also aroused the feeling of longing in his heart.

I don't know what Dongzhou has become after I left, and what happened to the three women.

With all kinds of thoughts, Chen Xinglie lost the thought of sleeping, and looked back at Li Rufeng's room, the faint candlelight had been extinguished.

Chen Xinglie tiptoedly walked towards the courtyard gate, cautiously for fear of making any noise when he walked, awakening the woman who might have been asleep in the house.

"This piece of wood..."

Naturally, Li Rufeng didn't sleep either. The powerful state of the transformation stage was enough for her to hear the movement in the courtyard clearly. When she heard Chen Xinglie's footsteps drifting away, she couldn't help but mutter.

A slightly sad whisper sounded in the room, and I didn't know whether it was annoyance to me or dissatisfaction with the man who left outside.

All the thoughts finally turned into a sigh in the dark night, Li Rufeng didn't think much anymore, turning over and preparing to fall asleep.

As a mature woman, she naturally knew that she wanted to give her man freedom. Chen Xinglie left the courtyard at this time. It was because of the past that came to his mind, or went out to relax, or went out to find a place to drink a few glasses of wine and then Come back to sleep peacefully.

Regardless of the reason, Li Rufeng expressed support. She didn't want Chen Xinglie to be trapped in her memories, nor did she want him to be so depressed every day.

With many thoughts, Li Rufeng also gradually fell asleep.

Look at Chen Xinglie again, dressed in white clothes like snow, even in the dark, just under the light of a faint moonlight, it looks particularly dazzling.

Chen Xinglie sat cross-legged by the cliff of Xundao Mountain.

There is a jar by his side, and from the smell of wine in the air, it can be judged that the jar is filled with Wentianxiao brewed by the master of Xundao Sect Xiang Wenqing.

Picking up the jar and filling himself with a bowl of Wentianxiao, Chen Xinglie looked up to the sky and drank it.

Then he smashed his mouth, seeming to be savoring the best wine in the world that he had just drunk.

Although it was late at night, Chen Xinglie didn't have the slightest fatigue in his eyes.

Then he looked into the distance and said in his mouth: "I was shocked by the wine and fell asleep, and the gambling was so good that I poured the fragrance of tea. At that time, the words were common."

A poem extracted from memory blurted out, because it was late at night, Chen Xinglie lowered his voice in order not to wake the people in the Xundao Sect.

This sentence is considered a peerless poem in this different world, and the only listener is the full moon in the sky.

"The son has something in his mind?"

Suddenly, there was a female voice in her ear, with a faintly charming aura.

Chen Xinglie was startled when he heard the words, and then he smelled a faint fragrance in the air and knew who the person was.

Without looking back, he said, "You still don't sleep at this late?"

"Hehe, it's not just the son who is worried in this world." The female voice came from behind again.

There were footsteps in his ears, and the light scent inhaled from the tip of his nose became richer. Chen Xinglie knew that the woman was walking towards him.

A scented figure sat next to Chen Xinglie. Chen Xinglie habitually glanced sideways. With the moonlight, a beautiful side face that matched Li Rufeng appeared in his sight.

"Women go to bed late, but they grow old quickly and wrinkle easily."

Chen Xinglie retracted his gaze and said with a smile.

Feng Yi chuckled and said jokingly: "I've been old for a long time, and have lived for tens of thousands of years. I can't remember how long I have lived. I don't even care about this. Is it possible that the son will dislike the old Zhuhuang of the family? ?"

Naturally, Chen Xinglie would not take the other party's words seriously. In front of an existence like Feng Yi with the age of an antique, I am afraid that he is a child in her eyes.

If it hadn't become a disciple of Xuanxuzi, I'm afraid the other party would not care about him.

The two fell silent, and no one spoke.

Chen Xinglie was naturally sensible, took out a bowl from the system space, took the initiative to help Feng Yi fill it, and then handed it to Feng Yi.

Feng Yi took the wine bowl and asked with a smile: "The son has some ink in his chest. The verse he just read is good, but the son created it?"

"That's right, it's not."

The words are divided into two parts, and in this different world, he is indeed the original creation of Chen Xinglie.

But only he himself knew that these so-called quatrains were created by the ancestors in the previous life, and he was just borrowing it to pretend to be forced in this different world.

Feng Yi didn't ask much, but just bumped into the wine bowl with Chen Xinglie, and drank it all in one gesture, like a female hero.

Then he said: "It's somewhat tasteless to drink and not eat vegetables. Why don't you give us a few more words from the son?"