He wiped the storage bag on his waist, and a small jar of mellow wine appeared on the grass, with two small wine glasses attached.

Pretending not to notice Nuzi's eager eyes, Luo Jiujiang picked up the wine jar and filled two jade cups with wine: "Drink my wine, and you will be my friend from now on." Luo Jiujiang gestured to Nuzi while holding the wine cup, "Come?"

Angry Ni Kui took the initiative to clink glasses with him, then drank it all in one gulp.

"You... are also one of my kind." Nuzi said in a hoarse voice.

Luo Jiujiang smiled and said, "We are not of the same kind, but friends."

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Luo Jiujiang and Ni Kui were getting into good spirits in their conversation, but on the other side, the atmosphere between Dong Shuangyu and Han Qianling remained lukewarm.

Yue Qinghui didn't quite understand what was going on between the two of them. He just stared at them in a daze, his thoughts gradually drifting in a strange direction.

He thought about that crazy guy who kept saying that he and Han Qianling were the same kind, and that any human who approached Han Qianling, Luo Jiujiang, should be beaten up. However, if he were to pull him over to take a look at him at this moment, he would probably feel ashamed even if he was heartless.

Because Han Qianling and Dong Shuangyu look more like the same kind.

Both of them are equally cold and self-contained. Compared to when he was Luo Jiujiang's shadow in Qidao, Han Qianling is now truly worthy of the title of Lord of Shenxue Palace. His whole body is like an ice sculpture and his eyes are like the soul of moonlight. Just by standing quietly, he doesn't look like a human being at all.

Dong Shuangyu's skin had always been a pale, almost astonishing white. His face was like mutton-fat jade, his eyes clear and yet cold, as if he were unconcerned with worldly matters, and the mundane world of things couldn't get close to him.

Such a Palace Master Han, such a Dong Shuangyu.

Yue Qinghui actually wanted to sigh for a moment.

Before, Jiujiang stood beside the now increasingly beautiful Han Qianling, and he wasn't inferior in the slightest. The two seemed like a perfect match made in heaven, complementing each other in every way. But what if it were him? I'm afraid even his cultivation wouldn't be able to match.

Although Nuzi had some holes in his brain, he could still easily beat him into a pulp.

For a moment, Yue Qinghui thought vaguely: Shuangyu is such a man, I’m afraid I can’t catch up with him.

Before he could expand on this thought, two people not far away started talking about something. Dong Shuangyu suddenly turned around and asked him, "Qinghui, do you have anything to say to Master Luo?"

This was a subtle way of getting rid of them. Yue Qinghui gave a wry smile, indicating that he understood what they meant, and without further ado, he turned and left.

He had only taken a dozen steps when he heard Dong Shuangyu chuckle behind him. The emotion in her voice was different from usual. Yue Qinghui couldn't help but look back, just in time to see Dong Shuangyu calmly, composedly, her expression as natural as breathing, and she bent her knees and knelt down towards Han Qianling.

Yue Qinghui: “!!!”

What's going on?! Is Han Qianling bullying Shuangyu?!

In an instant, all his thoughts were thrown out of his mind by Yue Qinghui. He stopped in his tracks and turned back, but before Yue Qinghui could throw himself on him, Han Qianling leaned over and whispered something to Dong Shuangyu, then reached out and helped him up.

The two parties at the center of the incident were both calm and composed, as if nothing had just happened. Dong Shuangyu even turned around with a smile and gestured to Yue Qinghui to stay, leaving Yue Qinghui standing there in shock, truly confused about what had just happened.

But he could feel that the originally lukewarm atmosphere between the two of them seemed to warm up a little at that moment.

"White Tiger Envoy and Young Master Yue, please stay and have a cup of tea." Han Qianling said lightly.

The obvious hint of tea was clear to Dong Shuangyu. His tone was calm and composed, and he said calmly, "Now is not the right time for tea. Please have tea another day. I would also like to thank Palace Master Han for her hospitality today."

Yue Qinghui was confused.

As soon as the two of them were within a suitable distance, he immediately asked like a cannonball: "Shuangyu, why did you just..."

The word "kneel" faded from Yue Qinghui's lips. He didn't want to mention this and touch Dong Shuangyu's sore spot.

Dong Shuangyu, on the other hand, didn't seem to be concerned about it. "It's just a gesture, you don't have to take it to heart." His eyebrows curved slightly as he spoke. "If I were to use my original Chiwen body, my lower body would be a fish tail, without even a single kneecap. I wouldn't be able to do it even if I wanted to."

Yue Qinghui looked at the other person disapprovingly. He didn't like the joke.

"Besides, the man just now is the number one creditor in the Three Thousand Worlds. Just kneeling down doesn't do me any injustice." Dong Shuangyu said casually.

At this point, he glanced back in Han Qianling's direction, his tone finally tinged with a hint of regret: "It turns out that hatred that has lasted for ten thousand years can be dissolved... Within a year, this will probably be my biggest surprise."

The author has something to say: Thanks to Xia Yeweiliang for the rocket launcher x2 and grenade x1

Thanks to Yuxi for the mine x1

Thanks to Tanxia for the mine x1