Feng Xinglan received ten jars of spiritual wine. He was quite touched and wanted to give a gift to Yun Zheng in return, but found that his storage space was empty.

Feng Xinglan: “…” He was once a wealthy prince.

Finally, he shyly and awkwardly took out a dagger, and when he was about to give it to Yun Zheng, he heard her teasing voice.

"Another sword?"

"Hahaha..." The little friends burst into laughter.

Yu Qiu smiled and asked, "Lan, ever since I met you, all the gifts you gave us were swords. When will you change that?"

Feng Xinglan coughed to cover it up and said seriously, "Another day."

"When will that be?" Mo Jing asked jokingly.

Feng Xinglan: “…”

At this time, Yun Zheng took the dagger from Feng Xinglan's hand and curled the corners of her lips, "Thank you."

They started chatting again, and unknowingly talked about the same group of Dongzhou disciples who came to Zhonglingzhou.

Yun Zheng looked at Nangong Qingqing, "How is your brother now?"

"Everything is fine. He sent me a message yesterday, saying that he would catch up with me as soon as possible." Nangong Qingqing smiled. In fact, her royal brother still regretted not joining their Fengyun team at that time.

After all, the feeling of working together with partners is the most motivating.

Zhongli Wuyuan glanced at Nangong Qingqing and said with a smile, "I hope they can stay in Zhonglingzhou without losing themselves and continue to move forward."

At this time, Mo Jing raised a large bowl and shouted excitedly: "Come on, let's drink!"

"Dry!"

In the end, they were all drunk and fell to the ground as before.

Yun Zheng was also a little tipsy. She glanced at their faces one by one, her eyes and eyebrows showing a hint of tenderness, and her red lips slightly curled up.

"It's worth meeting you, and I look forward to seeing you again."