"Okay." Yun Zheng nodded and raised her glass.

Seeing this, Yu Qiu was stunned for a moment, and then a happy smile appeared on his incredibly handsome face. He stood up with the wine glass and gently clinked it with Yun Zheng's.

The crisp and pleasant sound of wine glasses clinking could be heard.

Yun Zheng drank it all in one gulp.

Yu Qiu took a sip, rubbed the cup with his fingertips, lowered his eyes, and there was an unfathomable deep meaning in his eyes.

At this time, Yun Zheng had already raised her glass and was drinking with Feng Xinglan and the others. Since the beautiful Qingqing was there, she also drank freely.

The more I drank, the more shaky and blurry everything became.

In fact, Yun Zheng’s alcohol tolerance was not very good. After drinking more than ten glasses, she became drunk and was held in Nangong Qingqing’s arms. She was also a little drowsy and talked in her sleep from time to time.

Seeing this, Nangong Qingqing wanted to take Yun Zheng back.

Zhongli Wuyuan only tasted the spiritual wine briefly, so now only he and Nangong Qingqing were the most sober.

Zhongli Wuyuan looked at Nangong Qingqing and said softly, "Take Zhengzheng back. I'll take care of the others."

Nangong Qingqing glanced at them and said, "Okay, if there is anything, remember to send me a message."

After saying that, Nangong Qingqing helped Yun Zheng to stand up, and then directly picked up Princess Yun Zheng. As a spiritual cultivator, carrying someone was a piece of cake for Nangong Qingqing.

After they left, Feng Xinglan and the others continued drinking.

Zhongli Wuyuan looked at them calmly as they were drunk. Not long after, Feng Xinglan actually started fighting with Mo Jing. Because of the fight over the wine, the two men's staggering bodies knocked over many things.

A crackling sound was heard.

Zhongli Wuyuan: “…” It’s okay.

But a quarter of an hour later, Yu Qiu secretly took out a tube of lip balm and used it to draw on Mu Yin's face. At this time, Mu Yin had already fallen to the ground drunk and his consciousness became blurred.

He just felt itchy on his face.

"Which bastard is crawling on my face? Get out!" Mu Yin cursed in a daze.

Soon, Mu Yin's handsome face was covered with bright red lip balm, looking extremely... exaggerated and evil.

Zhongli Wuyuan’s eyelids twitched slightly: “…” It’s okay, it wasn’t him.

About half an hour later, Feng Xinglan, Mo Jing and Yan Chen all fell drunk to the ground.

Yu Qiu's cheeks flushed, but he was still sober. He glanced in the direction of Zhongli Wuyuan, curled his lips and smiled slightly, a smile that made people's scalp tingle.

Zhongli Wuyuan had already guessed what he was going to do next, but after seeing the result, he couldn't help but be shocked.

The handsome faces of Feng Xinglan, Mo Jing and Yan Chen were painted with blue, purple and green lip balm respectively. Only the eye circles and mouth areas were not painted, and the rest of the faces were covered with lip balm.

The four people who were smeared with lip balm were moved by Yu Qiu to a row in an orderly manner.

Yu Qiu looked down at them, pointed at them with a slightly deep smile, and called out their names.

"Red face, blue face, purple face, green face."

"Oh, we're still missing a yellow head."

Yu Qiu looked at Zhongli Wuyuan with a dim gaze.

Zhongli Wuyuan quickly took a sip of tea to clear his mind. He coughed lightly and said, "I didn't stop you."

Yu Qiu smiled and praised, "Zhongli, smart."

Zhongli Wuyuan saw the four people lying on the ground, each one uglier than the other, and the corners of his mouth twitched. If he was drunk, Yu Qiu would definitely not let him go.

Yu Qiu is so crazy!

Yu Qiu suddenly sighed, "With such a beautiful scene, how could I not use the photo stone to record such a beautiful moment?"

"Zhongli, don't you think so?"

"Yeah." Zhongli Wuyuan responded reluctantly.

Afterwards, Yu Qiu took out the photo stone and took a comprehensive photo of them.

After a moment, Yu Qiu handed a photo stone to Zhongli Wuyuan and said with a smile, "This is their dark history. We must preserve it well. Come on, Zhongli, you have one, and I have one."

Zhongli Wuyuan's eyelids twitched a few more times.

"You want to drag me down with you?"

"Zhongli, don't be so polite. Aren't we allies already? After all, you and I are the only ones with clean faces here."

"Good trick." Zhongli Wuyuan raised his eyes. He suddenly stood up and walked towards the four drunk people. He paused and looked up at Yu Qiu with a hint of interest in his eyes. "Do you dare to play a bigger game?"

Yu Qiu raised an eyebrow, "Come."

…

The next morning.

After Yun Zheng woke up, she glanced around and stood up, preparing to leave the Ghost Imperial City.

But before she could start to prepare, she heard a scream from the yard outside.

It’s Ayin’s!

Yun Zheng's eyes were slightly stern and her heart sank.

She quickly opened the door and gathered spiritual power in her palm. Just when she thought there was danger, she discovered a shocking scene.

When Yun Zheng saw clearly, the spiritual power condensed in her palm trembled slightly, and then gradually dissipated.

"What's wrong with you?"

She walked towards the center of the yard, unable to suppress the smile at the corners of her mouth. She was trying so hard to hold back her laughter that her body began to tremble slightly.

Mu Yin was furious.

“Who is it!!!”

“How dare you put lipstick on our faces!!!”

“And they tied us up here!!!”

In the middle of the yard, four people were tied to a cross, and then formed into a circle, so that the four of them were facing each other.

Although Mu Yin was angry, Mo Jing opposite him burst into laughter.

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